Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1882-03-25
care there any letters, Sanderson ?"

ming post, about five minutes ago."
Light the gas, then, and give it to
me-"
Blanche sat down by the fire and
opened the letter, suppressing yawn.
"Black-edged and Black-sealedI So
poor Mrs MarchmOnt is gone at lastv'
1t was from the executors of Miss
Penroy's distant cousin, formally and
briefly announcing her death, which
had taken place in one of the West
India islands some months since; but
of which the "melancholy news" as
the letter ran, had only just been re-
ceived. 1t was not entirely unexpect-
ed, as Mrs. Marchmont had been for
some years slowly fading out of the
world, victim of hereditary consump-
tion.
Leaving one child, son." slowly
repeated Blanche, leaning her cheek on
her hand and looking down into the
fiery quiver of the white-hot Goals.
poor little fellow! he must feel nearly
so desolate as do! Only / have one
advantage-I have at least sufliciency
of this worlds goods; and this orphan
child must be thrown penniless and
alone on his own resources, for if / re-
member Alright, Mrs. Marchmont for
feited all the wealth of her first mar
riage by her alliance with the poverty
stricken lawyer whose death plunged
her into such bitter mourning. That
was genuine love match, yet how
much grief and trouble it brought with
it, leaving one child, son. Why
should l not adopt the stray waif and
make it the business Of my life to cher
ish and comfort him? 1 have no OBJ
ject in existence; here is one that
Providence itself seems to point out to
me-"
Once more she rang the bell, with a
fresh color glowing in her cheeks and
a new light in her eyes.
Bring in my writing desk imme-
diately, Sanderson, and get ready to
take letter to the post for me as soon
as possible"
The old servant Obeyed, wondering
at his mistress unwonted energy, and
yet well pleased to see some of her old
animation returning.
"She do look more like herself to-
night, do Miss Blanche, than she has
for long time," he said to the house
keeper as he came down stairs after
Cbeying the summons. Il only wish
Miss Blanche would take a fancy to
some nice, properly behaved young
man; it doesn't seem right that she
should live all by herself in this big
house, SO forlorn like"
The housekeeper nodded sagaciously
to old Mr.. Sanderson's proposition. She
fully agreed with him.
Only Miss Blanche was too willful
ever to listen to a word of advice.
1t was a very simple letter that
Blanche Penroy wrote to her far away
cousins executors, dictated by the full
ness of her heart.
81 shall never marry, now," she
wrote, "and it seems to become my
plainly indicated duty to undertake
the care of the little orphan child of
Mrs. MarchmOnt. With your APPROX
al, therefore, L propose to adopt him,
and endeavor, as far as it is in my
power, to supply the place of his lost
mother. You may at first deem me
rather too young to undertake so grave
and serious responsibility; but l am
nineteen last month, and / am very,
very much older in thought and feel
ing than l am in years. OF course, at
my death the child will inherit the
property which was left to me by my
deceased parents"
81 hope my Cousins executors are
like the nice, white-headed old lawyers
one reads about" said Blanche to her