St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1884-11-04


snowy arm curious golden bracelet. This |
was all.
Mrs. Grey stood ike one entranced, her /
agitation visible to all. Her delicate hands /
were tightly locked together, her breath came |
IN quick gAsps
.sHow likes- she murmured; show strange |
Iikei In heavens name who Is shel''
s'My&dopted daughter" Mrs. Livingstone
replied, for Roy han turned aside in silence,
overcome By the sight Of the beauty be had /
loyed and lost. Twelve years ago l took /
her-then Eve years Old--from a poor old
fisherman down on the beach, three OF four
miles away. He had rescued her from the
sea on the night OF great storm two years
before, and had cherished aud cared for her
tenderly; but finding sickness and old age
fast robbing him Of health and strength, he
sought to fnd a friend for his little girl in
me.
Imagination cannot picture anything
lovelser than the child was then. / loved her
at first sight, and have loved her always.
adopted, educated her, and br ought her up
as my own. have the Clothes she wore when
she was found, but they furnish no clue TO
her parentSge, but on her arm, clasped firm
IL above her elbow, Was a bracelet; II fits her
slender wrist now; YOU see she wears 1t IN
the'pOrtrait. upon IL is a single word-the old
fisherman took ii TO be her name, and so
called her; We never changed 1t. Avis was
the word, and Avis she is ealled"-
a CRY from Mrs. Grey interrupted her;
she sank upon her knees before the picture
with Outstretched arms.
'Avisin she cried. ''My child, It Ia my
child Fourteen years ago the cruel sea
washed her and her father from my arms.
The waves restored him dead, but she was
seen no more. Where is she oh where Is
she! And the clothes she wore!'
She sank back into Roy's supporting arms
speeches, almost insensible.
Mrs. Livingstone FASTENED from the room
but returned immediately with the little gar
ments.
Weeping with love and Joy, the Iong-be-
heaven mother identified them all.
BLESSED be the merciful Heaven that has
kept her safely. and restored her TO me after
all these years. Aud you, my friend" turn
ing 10 Mrs. Livingstone, 'hOw shall thank
you for your love and earel Oh, bring her
10 me. Let me clasp her once more in nv
arms. Why do you hesitates / am strong
enough, JOY does not kill What is iti'' she
continued wildly, gazing with growing fear
upon the pale aVerted faces Of mother and
son. "Has harm befallen my ehildi Have
found her only 10 lose heri Avis, my daugh-
teoi Where Is she's
Rose Brandon rushed 10 her side.
'Be calm, she cried. "Avis is safe and
well. No harm has come to her. Listen 10
me, I can tell YOU where to find her."
''Youw 1t was Roy who spoke. ''You know
Avisi"
II know her well but have never known
until this moment Of her connection with
family. Why have you kept your loss and
grief secret, Royi i could have helped you,
had / known your troubles, long ago"
SIT is nearly year since she came to US,
in answer 10 an advertisement for a music
governess for little Ida. Mother was sick
when first she called and consequently re-
eeived her. She was so beautiful and limo
cent and yet so sad and friendless, that my
whole heart went out 10 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 I never
thought Of you. She had left, she said, in or
der 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 10 tell anything that the girl had left
concealed. So she came 10 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 70 her lips.
God bless you, Rose ~ he cried, hoarse
with emotion. You have given me back
happiness and love. Mrs. Frey, / will bring
your daughter to you. go by the train that
leaves in half an hour; before uightfall you
shall fold her in your arms, Adieu, alll'' and
he was gone.
The dusky gray of an autumn twilight filed
the lonely sehool-room that afternoon, but Oc-
casionally flashes OF light from small but
cheerful fire fell on the slender girlish figure
that sat before it In 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 hei How Jared he! Had he for
gotten Avisi Alas poor Avis could not for
getl Harkl what was thatl
A footstep in the hall outside the door.
Nothing in that 10 make the eyes so Alright
and the pale cheek flush to vivid crimson
All, but IL had sounded like Roy's foOtstep
Rows footstep here-what idle dreaming
What strange tricks fancy played her often
times.
| QUO NOulu Olosc ucI eyes anu uluc utT lacc
I'm her hands, as now-nOw, partly for sham,
at her own fond folly-and fancy, oh, such
thingsl Fancy The Laures her happy home
once more, and Mrs. Livingstone her kind
adopted motherl Fancy Roy's tender smile
and loving look; recall the very words he
/ spoke-his earnest tone-his sigh.
What was that's That was not fancy, sure
lyl She sat quite still-her face still covered
by her hands and listened; a sigh had sound
ed close beside her, breathed like the verl
echo Of her dream; and now voice-oh
heaven, whot voice whispered her name
"Avisl Look at me, Avisl''
She turned, she rose, gaZed for one mo
ment in mis- face as IL bewildered; then, will
a cry of love and joy unutterable: ''Roy
my belovedl' sprang to the arms, sank OF
the breast of her true lover.
"You have found meir she cried. 'sYOl
have found mer'
''Never 10 lose you again, Avis neve
again ~
"And your motherl''
Her great eyes searched his face timidly
anxiously.
''She viii welcome you as do. We shall
part no mote. You will learn, dear, that sh
never meant TO part Us. And another wait
for you, oh, come, love, come, to the hear
that aches 20 welcome you to the arms o
your own true mother.n
Only one month later brilliant bridal pa
y aroused to JOY and mirth the slumberinl
echoes of The Laurels.
And who so fair as Avis, the sweet bride
with her troop of lovely bridesmaids, of whom
Rose Brandon laughe and blushed, the mer
" chief Who so rich, so proud, so happ
as Avis nowl Avis. the founding, found
indeed, at last, and by her own true mother
Avis, the lost, restored to all who loved an
mourned her; Avis, the joyful bride of tn
noble generous lover who in the days of he