Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1881-04-07

after him, with il held aloft i'll her hand.
Thank You, my girl, said he, stoop-
ing from his horse to give her six
pence. Will You tell me what your
name is p
But the child shook her head all
dancf,g with sunny curls.
Sister Rose don't let Ms talk to
strangers, said s4e
The quick blood rushed to Harry
Huttons face; hut he smiled, never
thclcSs.
"Sster Rose is quite right" said he.
Nevertheless, | am much obliged
to You, my pretty maidT =
And the next time he passed the cot
tage the picture he saw through the
half-closed lattice was pretty beyond
expression Sister Rose at her sewing
the queenly brow half bent. the black
braids dropping on the neck, and the
children rcciting their catechism in
shrill chorus, TO her, chirping out
"'To get mine own living, and to do
my duty in that state of life to which it
shall please God to call me ="
and that is a lesson" the young
man thought, to himself (which n
great many of us are slow enough to
learn. Sister Rose is bringing up her
little ones in the right away. wonder
how she came to he living in Pollard's
cottage, though ?"
SO that when week after little
Barbara WIS nearly drowned 10y the mp
setting of boat in the pond below.
and they carried her to Pollard's cot
tagc. the whole thing seemed - curious
coincidence.
She was sitting up, all wrapped in
blankets. in Sister Roses big rocking
chair, when her brother, who had been
sent for, came hurriedly in.
He raised the hat that shadowed his
pale face when he saw the beautiful
'hilk tibl'Nlt WHO N'AN iNtHNhiH 'N'i
his little sister.
Il am not intruding, | hope he
said. with all chivalrous courtesy.
And she answered:
Not in the least, sir.
"Oh, Harry, Harry 50 cried hrcs,thlcss
little Barhara, she has been 80 good to
ne, was diving and she brought me
back to life -
II thank her from the bottom Of my
heart ~ said Harold Hutton. with q
luiycr in his voice.
50 the acquaintance began; and one
month from that hour Harry Hutton.
the owner of Hutton Farms broad acres.
the Adonis OF the village. the mark Of
many matrimonial schcmers flower
garlandrd arrow. asked Sister Rose
whose real name bc had discovered to
be Rose Blanchard to be his wife.
She lifted the liquid, Oriental cycs to
his face with sweet gravity.
81 cannot marry. Mr.. Hutton" She
said. Il have nv brothers two orphan
children to maintain and educate I
vowed it on his death.bcd"
" Nor would / have you break that
VOW" said Harry, eagerly. "Thcy shall
become my sacred charge, also They
shall be brought mp, carefully and ten
DERBY. with my Barbara.
But still she shook her head.
" Mr. Hutton said she, we think
differently on many subjects. You were
born to peaceful competence, whileI-
have always had to fight my own way
with the world. Our life-paths lie
apart
By the sun that shines above us ut
this moment" cried Hutton, they shall
be together hcnceforthl :"
But she smiled that sad, Madonna
like smile at his eager enthusiasm
"You do not know who am. said
she.
" know that YOU arc an angel
Il am Mademoiselle Rosita Raven
tho circus girl" she said, speaking Will
little effort "The company leav,
Millville next week, and I must go will
them. The children's mother was
circus girl, also. Ny brother saw he
and fell in love with her He was tn,
scene-painter of a theater; and wheI
they were dead, there we're the children
/ had to do something for them, so
turned 'Equcstrienne Queen, also. !
was not lofty walk of life, but il wa
ali could do, and have done my best
I would not let Barbara tell YOU who
was, because because I dreaded tina
YOU should know. But II would hav
been better had her childish tongu
betrayed IL, for now--now I have had
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