Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1883-01-18
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VIOLA
.. lhiee Lost IN a Struggle for a Name,
BY MRS. r. d. EDISON.
CHAPTER H.-CONTISUED.

s.s.,. CHAPTER II.-CONTINUED.
II don't know his name, but / know
aim. His eyes are so queer-iust the
color of my bronze slippers. with bits of
yellow in them sometimes--there was
VIXEN he saw my mamma. | know
7twas him on the beach, because he
swent in the boat, and WASH t in the YES
sci after it was so dreadful
Ben Anderson remembered the odd
<color of Mr.. DeVries' eyes, and asked
if that was the name; but she did not
know, and the subject was dropped.
In the quiet country burying ground
there was new made grave, and ma
'ture, who is the tender mother of us all.
took the fair stranger gently to her
title birches andwalnuts. dropped their
soft train of gold over her pulseless
There was little definite the child
could tell of her history They had
lived in France, always, as far as she
could remember, but her mother was
not French. They had boarded with
An old woman whom everybody called
Madame" Once, long time ago, a
handsome, dark man used to come and
sstay days and days with them, and then
they were all so very, very happy! Her
mother used to play on the guitar, and
sing, O, such lovely songs, and some
times he sang with her; and she was SO
bright and pretty when he was there!
Bnt, one terrible day there came letter
/, to her amanlma, and she just dropped
: down on the floor, and she never
opened her eyes or spoke all that day,
but the day after she told her that her
papa, the dark, handsome gentleman,
was dead-drowned in crossing a chan
nell she was sure it was a channel, she
had ALWAYS remembered that. After
that her mother never talked of him
+, again, but she, cried sometimes, and
= always when she received letter.
which she did once in long time. She
had one just before they came away,
and it made, her grow white and scared
looking, and the next day she told her
they were coming to America to live,
and then they came away from Mad
. ame,,ss and staid a few days in
strange, lonesome place, all alone but
for-an old -colored man,-and then
one dark night they came on board
the LIE Braos. This was all she could
tell having any. direct bearing On the
story of her life.
Once, sfwelve~years before, little
sunny-haireh girl had frightened for
ten short, sweet months, the home of the
Andersons. But one soft June day,
when the heavens dropped low over the
earth, she slipped softly back to her ma
tive skies. Ever since there had been
q little vacant niche in Myra Ander-
=. sons heart. : Into, this sacred place, be-
y fore-any ofthem were aware, Viola
4crept. OF course there was no more to
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authorities. as Mr.. Anderson had at first
less h.sye 1nadeSverv strenuous zopposi-
tion to any such disposal of herself,
and she had not been in the farmhouse
a month before they all learned that
~her opposition was geaerallY a very de-
. cfded thing. There was no Disgusting
Tie fact. Viola was q fiery. passionate,
! chifa, irnperieusIas a Queen, and us will
ftif and Is prbt,d. y But she had with it
all a warns, generous and %unselfsh
heart. that deSpised faisehood. and
4. meanness: and c6wardice Ralph. from
rrfhe moment he had sprangS into the
boat.to come to atheir rescue, had been
-sthe object ofzhet greatest reverence and
most passionate worship. He was
sbrayesand tinsei feh. and those two traits
were Her passion! Her mother had al
WAYS DeSu titnlU aIfQ SeilS1tiFe, ana sue
had grown to believe that thai was. why
sshe was, unhappy, and she said to her.
self, one should ever make her
--nfraidy Lend, indeed, there seemed lit
tie fear OF It. But perhaps pride was
the trait in her character-it was, at
least, the most ungovernable one Not
pride of dress cor looks. do I mean, but
bride of .blth, and name, and respecta-
bility. 1T Mas something Us natural as
her breath, and one day, when she had
been there but aiweek. Ralph found her
living with her, face buried in the cold.
rank sefce Grass in n paroXysm of
rage and tears. He knel5 down and
.essayed to- lift her face to his bosom.
.FGo awhy!2 she cried, tiereely. 81
don't want to see you. don't want to
sec anybody: i want tordie I'm only
n charity child-a little pauper without
any namen'
-. You are s',y little darling. VIOLA"
! he said, smoothing away the damp,
raven hair from the hot little tace,
..and it makes me feel bad to hear you
talk So"
..Then 1 WON'T she said. strug-
Cling TO choke down the great sobs that
Shook her slight frame. ''But they
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