The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1881-09-06

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Brenda thought.
"You are incorrigible," she said, as
she withdrew it from his OBTAINING
grasp.
1t was a pleasant walk-very pleas
ant-she acknowledged to herself on
their return, and she was beginning to
think she might humor the Joke as
Robin had proposed.
Soon after this Mr.. Winton brought
a photograph for her inspection.
Isn't she lovely ?" he asked, "a he
placed it in her hand.
Brenda did not know why it was.
but her heart sank like lead as she
looked on the fresh, sweet face.
81 did not know you had sister.
Mr.. Winton, she remarked, trying t.
look Indifferent.
81 have not; that is Kathie Wilde"
"A very dear friend ?" she asked.
with more interest in her voice than
she cared to show.
"a very dear friend" he replied.
That day the sun did not shine half
so brightly for Brenda. though she
told herself over and over again .',ha,
she felt 50 relieved to find that he
already had some one that he loved.
and she need not he 50 shy." She
was beginning to forget her resolution
about playing with edged tools"
Come and sing for me-" he asked
when he joined her on the veran.la
one evening. as it began to grow duskv,
and the stars were Peeping out, one
by one.
81 would rather sit here in the
cleaning; gaslight would not suit
my present mood" she answered.
"But | want music-sine for me
here :: and he drew a chair near her
own. "Sing MY Lost Love"
"That is too sad as we'll "a senti-
mental. / did not know YOU had
heart that could Ike touched by any,
thing so sadly tender"
"Since you have made the discov-
cry. will you oblige me-"
"You always prevail in the end: |
might have known that at first"
II am glad to hear you make that
admission. Some day I will remind
you of it"
She did not answer. but after a
moment hogan in her clear. sweet
voice. and sang through-every word
Of the touching tale of woe made so
beautiful in words and music: but
making one feel heart-broken Ia
think of living through it.
A short while, and neither spoke ::
then he bent over her chair. and
kissed her on the forehead, saying As
he did 50, THANK you, Brenda" then
she was alone.
She thought as if she ought TO re-
sent it, but, somehow. she could not !:
it came almost like a benediction, in
her softened mood, after singing those
sadly beautiful words.
She waited, hoping he would re.
turn, but he did not. Then she went
into the drawing room, and, seating
herself at the piano, sang and played
selections that she knew ALWAYS
pleased him; but still he did not
come. The evening was long and
dull, and at last she retired, feeling
fretted with herself that she had
wanted him so.
When she descended to the break
fast room the next morning. very
grave faces met her.
"Mr. Winton is dangerously I'LL,
Brenda her father replied to her
questiOnings. robin is with him.
and the nurse. He says that he has
never seen just case during his prac-
tice-so low and dangerous from the
beginning"
Papa, may l help to nurse him !.
Oh, papa, do say yes,"
why, daughter" he answered.
looking down into her white, scared
face, 81 did not think this Robin
told me YOU did not like him, but
see now. Yes, dear, if it will he any
comfort to you, do what you can"
Then Brenda went t. her brother
and asked, though it cost her an effort
to do it, "Robin, ought We not to
send for his betrothed ,"
why, he has none. All, YOU are
thinking of kathie Wilde; she is his
favOrite cousin. He told me only
Yesterday there was only one woman
i'm the world he wanted-and that is
my sister,
This was precious drop of com
fort T; how precious she would have
blushed to tell.
Then came the weary days Of
watching, when the shadow Of death
hung over the house an n,iat ,,o,v