The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-04-01

accomplishment of my scheme. The
child woke early and called for food. /
sought for milk and bread, leaving the
nurse bewildered at this unlooked-for re-
covery, when he came, pronounced 1t
miraculous-but he had seen such cases
before. l could have laughed at his
oracular manner, but there was too
much at stake. Though the child pratt
tied names, and spoke of things my
child had never heard of, yet none sus-
pected the cheat. Why should theyY
No one would ever have dreamed of
such thing. The doctor pronounced
her 'light-headed' and that settled 1t"
1t all seems like dream to me-"
said Nance, and all these years you
have passed my daughter off for yours ?"
GAS have told you. She has filled
daughters place in my heart 1 love
her as dearly as / would my own child
if she had lived. She seems to belong
more to me than to you yet at the same
time you must never claim her as your
daughter"
Not claim her as my daughter p
Not clasp her to my heart after all these
weary years ?"
You mourned her dead--you never
expected to see her more ?"
True, did,"
AS my daughter and the heiress of
the Farrell estate, she holds proud po-
sition in the world and will marry well.
To acknowledge her as your daughter
were but to put blight upon her young
life and prospects, which no amount
of wealth L can bestow upon her
and she shall have it all-can ever efface.
You can live in the same house with
her, he ever near, constant witness to
her happiness-what more can you de-
sire? Would it be be large increase of
joy to her heart to call you mother
knowing the penalty she must pay for
that one word ?"
g Let me live in the same house with
her; watch over her constantly-I am
content, my lips shall never utter the
secret" answered Nance, with true
motherly abnegation.
John Waldron smiled benignly. The
man had the faculty of moulding others
to suit his own purposes.
"You are a sensible woman, F" he said
pleasantly. "Now there is one other
beside ourselves who knows this secret
-one Mobiles that's the name.'
"Bob Nobbles-I know him.
"He discovered Lilians strong re-
semblance to yourself, and is in posses
sion of some other facts of the story but
he can prove nothing without your
help. If you should be called upon,
which is hardly likely, you must never
acknowledge that Lillian is your child"
{" L never will"
He glanced keenly in her clear blue
eyes for moment. They met his look
unswervingly. He was satisfied.
''Come, let us go home-your home for
all time to come," he said. "You shall
pass for my cousin, and will call you
Mrs. Fitzgerald; we must have an Irish
name, you know, and we may as well
nave goou one.
Perhaps you think John Waldron
should not thus have SO successfully tri-
umphed in his fraud, keeping a stranger
in the Farrell estate while the poor re-
latives eyed it from distance with COW
etous eyes. Perhaps not; but this is a
narrative of events as they were, not as
they should be. How many frauds pros
per in our midst that we never dream of
until our mornings paper bewilder us
with the fact that our next door neigh
bor, a cashier in the First National
Bank, has been a defaulter for years;
but for the one discovered, how many
escape unsuspected. Who can telly
Nance had never seen as happy days
as she passed beneath John Waldron's
roof; and when in time, Lillian became
the wife of Sidney Gray, and she nursed
their first baby their bliss was complete.
So they lived on with the secret unspo-
ken amongst them for Bob Mobiles,
wandering in foreign lands, or perhaps
buried be meath the waters of the ocean,
never returned to disturb their serenity.
The Recipe for Prosperity.