Connecticut western news., 1879-01-22
told him so, and how quickly he out

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 He watched the process with interest.
 "You'll keep her, won't you, mother?" he said, as he kissed one of the white, dimpled feet. "You'ye often said that you wished you had little girl"
 eff no one claims her. We must do all we can to find out to whom she be- longs. There are hearts that are very sorrowful tonight, mourning the loss of their darling."
 The next day Mrs. Bradley wrote out full description of Dora for the daily newspaper, and which she gave to Carl to take to the village postoffice.
 As he walked along, thinking of the mortgage, which threatened to deprive them of their little home, and wishing that he was man, that he might get a mans wages, he saw an elegant barouche approaching, drawn by span of coal black horses, whose silver-mounted har- ness glittered in the sunlight.
 It contained only two persons, it's liv- cried driver, and stately-looking, mid- dle-aged gentleman, who ordered the carriage to stop as soon as he saw Carl.
 "Boy, can you tell me where the widow Bradley lives ?"
 "That is my mothers name. She lives in the third house, on the right hand, straight ahead"
 The man smiled.
 "I am Colonel Haviland. You must be Carl Bradley, who found and took such kind care of my little Dora. I am impatient to see her-jump in and tell my man where to stop."
 There was something more than curiosity in the keen eyes that surveyed Carl as he obeyed.
 "Was not your mothers maiden name Wynne-Helen Wynne.
 "Yes, sir.'
 CT used to know her when she was a girl, and very beautiful girl she was, too."
 "My mother is very beautiful now. ''
 "I don't doubt it, smiled the colonel. "And you are her son? Dear dear how time does fly, to be sure."
 Mrs. Bradley was sitting upon the vine-covered porch. with Dora in he1 arms, who had fallen fast asleep, and did not see the two until they were close upon her.
 Strange and tender emotions stirred Colonel Haviland's heart as he saw thai fair, sweet woman, the never-forgotten love of his youth, holding his mother. less child to her bosom.
 sIt is Colonel Haviland, mother, said Carl, in response to that startled, inquiring look.
 "Helen Mrs. Bradley, how shall thank you for your kindness to my little daughter I hope you have not found her troublesome he added as tho suddenly nly-awakened child sprang eagerly to his arms.
 "On the contrary, I-that is to say we, Carl and I, shall be sorry to par with her."
 You need not unless you choose My lad, turning to Carl, twill you g down to the road and look after m, horses ?"
 Carl could see no necessity for " look ing after" the horses, whose driver ap peared to be faithful and competen man but sort of instinct kept hin down by the gate until Colonel Havilan' made his appearance. Carl found his mother in state o agitation, whose nature he could no define; there wero traces of tears upol her face, and yet he thought that Il had never seen her eyes so bright, 0 her cheeks so blooming.
 To his great delight Colonel Havilan decided to leave Dora, for the present with her new friends, to use his ow words, "for the the sake of country ai and country living" But he came see her very often-almost every day in fact; so that Carl was, in 9 measure prepared for the announcement that ws made to him one evening as they wei all out on the porch together, and whic the Colonel gave III way peculiar
 him.
 "I have news for you, my boy, ar which I hope will make you as happy , it has made me. Your mother is goin
 to be my wife, and Dora your own lit sister P
 The boy was silent, and his face beir 3 hidden by the curly head of the chi 3 thatwas clinging to his neck, his moth 3 could not see how he took this. 3 "Are you sorry, my son? l shs
 love you all the same." l Carl smiled as he met that anxiou
 appealing look. @ "I am glad, mother; ; for your sa 0 and mine, very glad"