Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1884-11-05


the little garments.
Weeping with love and Joy, the long.
bereaved mother identified them all.
BLESSED be the merciful heaven
that has kept her safely and restored
her to me after all these years. And
you, my friend" turning to Mrs. Lv-
ingstone, chow shall thank you for
your love and careP Oh, bring her to
me! Let me clasp her once more in
my arms. Why do you hesitateP ]
am strong enough; JOY does not kill.
What is itp" she continued wildly, gaz-
ing with growing fear upon the pale,
averted faces of mother and son. "Has
harm befallen my childp Have / found
her only to lose herP Avis, my daugh-
ter! Where is she?''
Rose Brandon rushed to her side.
"Be calm" she cried Avis is safe
and we'll. No harm has come to her.
Listen to me; can tell YOU where to
find her."
"Youw 1t was Roy who spoke.
"You know Avis?"
Il know her well, but l have never
known until this moment of her con-
nection with this family. Why have
you kept your loss and grief secret,
RoyP l could have helped you had [
known your troubles long ago.
at is nearly year since she came
to us in answer to an advertisement
for a musi, governess for little Ida
Mother was sick when first she called
and consequently / received her. She
was so beautiful and innocent, and vet
Icn nd fr;a hnt L.
heart went out to her from the first
She told me the simple story of her
adoption here and of Roy's love and
hers, but without mentioning single
name, SO that l never thought of you
She had left, she said in order that he
might forget her. She gave me as a
reference her own former music
teacher, who, while answering for
Avis in every way, declined to tell
anything that the girl had left con-
cealed. SO she came to us, and has
dwelt with us ever since-quiet and
sad, poor child, but safe and kindly
cared for. / left her at home with Ida
and mother when | came away. She
is there now"
Roy Livingstone caught her hands
in his and pressed them to his lips.
"God bless you, Roser' he cried,
hoarse with emotion. you nave
given me back happiness and love.
Mrs. Grey, | will bring your daughter
to you. | 60 by the train that leaves
in half an hour; before nightfall YOU
shall fold her in your arms. Adieu,
all!'' and he was gone.
The dusky gray OF an autumn twi-
| light filled the lonely school room that
afternoon, but occasionally flashes of
| light, from small but cheerful fire,
fell on the slender, girlish figure that
sat before it in a low armchair, her
soft pale cheek supported by one little
hand, her eyes fixed on the glowing
Goals.
A world of longing love and fond
regret was in.those great dark eyes,
that saw not what they gazed upon,
but were looking far away into the
past.
Thinking of Roy-Always thinking
of Roy. Where was he? How Jared
he? Had he forgotten Avis? Alas,
poor Avis could not forget! Hark!
what was that?
A footstep in the hall outside the
door. Nothing in that to make the
eyes so bright and the pale cheek flush
to vivid crimson! All, but it had
sounded like Roy's fooCstep. Roy 5
! footstep here-what idle dreamingl
What strange tricks fancy played her
oftentimes.
She could close her eyes, and hide
her face in her hands, as now-partlv
for shame at her own fond folly-and
fancy, oh, such things! Fancy the
| Laurels her happy home once moro.