The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1884-11-20

Ion =, w! come s:Sad 10 ine some
''me s :! sa1 Olive, wistfuliy.
Y-yes," said Agatha, rubbing her
chin, II will come sometimes"
And. Olive .hesitated, lyon have
not told me how George is"
"George1 Oh, he's pretty WE'LL"
said Agatha; good by"
And away she went.
Tuesday evening Of the next week
came, and Olive Merton tied on her
hood and water proof cloak, for it was
. dismal, drizzling twilight, and wont
down to the depot to meet the little
western travellers, whom she called cher
new children"
But though she stood on the plat
form and watched every passenger de-
scend from the long train, there was
no little Evelyns there.
She asked question or two Of the
station master.
is it Miss Merton?"' he said, touch.
ing his cap, respectfully.
1.-THE little ladies was took away by q
gentleman and lady in the evening train,
Miss. and their compliments and you'd
find 'em at street"
Olives eyes widened in astonishment.
She was not aware that her cousins or
phans had any living relatives, except
herself. There surely must have been
some mistake.
But there was nothing for it now but
to rectify the Misunderstanding as soon
as possible. and so once more putting
up her little umbrella, Olive tripped
away through the mist, which had now
turned to positive rain.
N0.--- street, was 4 large,
handsome house, with brightly lighted
windows. and Olive assembled the steps
and rang the door bell with something
like timidity.
A neat maid servant answered the
summons.
Are Kate and Cora Evelyn here?"
asked Miss Merton.
YES, Miss. It's all right, Miss.
Please to walk in.
Beyond the parlors a we'll furnished
library, carpeted with crimson Brus-
sells, and all aglow with the light of q
cheerful CRATE fire. was otherwise un-
illumined; and into this room Olive was
shown.
Two rosy little girls nestled on the
hearth rug, playing with pile of blocks
and opposite them, with q counter
ance as beanaing as their own, sat Miss
Agatha Enrol. But before Olive could
utter the exclamation of establishment
which rose to her lips, both her hands
We're captured in a strong grasp, and
she was drawn to George Errops breast.
'Oive, my little, self sacrificing lew
ell" he cried. "Come here and be queen
of this little home circle, for it is all, all
yours"
mine, George!"
Eyes, yours--the house was furnished
for you, the rooms are to he your home
henceforward, and you are to be my
wife and Agatha's sister,"
"And-and the children? ?" faltered
Olive, looking down at the little ones,
who were clinging to her dress with joy
full. welcoming cries.
'"They shall be ours, dear Olive!"
but thought, George. that you
disapproved-'
$50 did, Olive, at first, but when my
sober senses came back to me I could
not but see what selfish brute I had
shown myself, and what an angel you
were. I had loved you before. dearest
how I reverenced the spirit of self
sacrifice and devotion which YOU had
shown in contradistinction to my own
GOODNESS and brutality! So 1 thought
the least PREPARATION I could make would
be to make ready the brightest home
could device for my little wife that is to
be. Do you like it, darling?"
Did she like it? What was the use
of asking her the question, when the
answer shore SO radiantly on her
face?
And this is one of the very, very few
cases IN which duty proves its own re.
ward.-Phila. Call.