The Dillon tribune., 1885-06-06

"Oh. nonsense, uncle Horace! See what
clean, beautiful boy it is. Whitaker, send
large can Of hot water to my room. Come,
nv net; / will see bow I can act the part OF
.ursemhid.'
Singing and grooming and carrying the
child in the most approved fashion, Miss
Clauson proceeded to bear her prize away.
"You had better look at his linen,
Beatrice . said Horace. ut may be marked
with his lauie"
After this the three men went back to the
dining -rc..I and talked the curious occur
renee over and over.
In about half al hours time Beatrice reap
reared 18th the intelligence that the boys
.lcthing bore 10 mark Of any kind. 1ndeef!
It all seemed braud new. She was apparently
much delighted with ,.er new toy. She kept
running up aud down stairs, to ascertain, that
her prot.se ,u> sleeping the sleep of innocent
Labyho..i \: last she went away nltr
gether.
Beatrice is more demonstrative than be-
lieved her to be-" said Horace, rcgretfully.
Herbert echoed the regret, but Mr.. Mordle
laid nothing. He thought the instructive
kindness she showed towards this mys:eri.
uus!y sent child added another charm to the
many he lud already discovered in Miss Clau-
son.
Tn. three .,eu sat together until it was ton
late to hope that matters would be cleared up
that night. No mother, no telegram came.
The curate bade his friends good night and
walked back t. his lodgings in the village,
thinking what a charming picture Miss Clan-
son with the child in her arms made. Poor
Mr.. Mordle! He had only known Beatrice
week, and was already beginning t" dream
foolish dream.
The brothers continued sitting One on either
s:1e OF the fire. They were not early-to-bed
people. Now that they were alone they said
little more about the arrival. For three hours
they had been discussing every possible the
cry which might account for the child's ap-
tea,ance rn..ng them, 80 the subject was
threadba,. and they sat in silence trying to
invent fresh causes. Suddenly most curious
and startling suspicion entered Horace Tai
tert's mini--a suspicion which now and again
made him glance at his brother. Could Her.
bert by any chance know all aho:,t the mat
ter. He had certainly seemed greatly taken
with the little boy. Horace remembered how
Euch at home the child had made himself
with Herbert. How, when he, Horace, came
out Of the d,awing-room with Beatrice, he
bad found Herbert stroking and patting The
little head. Could there he romantic pass
ages in Herbert's life about which he knew
uothing. He pooh-poohed the thought: hut
it came again and again.
Just after o'clock. and when the brothers
were thinking of retiring, to their great sur
prise Beatrice reappeared. She was in dainty
dressing gown and slippers. After waiting
until Mr.. Mordle must certainly have gone she
tad come down-of course to hear il any news
had arrived. Uncle Horace, with his eyes
Gxed on Herbert, expressed his conviction that
no news was meant to arrive. Beatrice looked
nusingly into the fire. Her head was bent
forward, her hands clasped round one Of her
knees She made q pretty, almost classical.
looking picture, no doubt duly approved Of by
those men Of taste, her uncles
Then what viii you dor she asked, at
last.
1--WE will wait until tomorrow. or the day
after; then put the matter into the hands of
tie police,' said Horace decisively.
Herbert said nothing, SO his brothers sls-
,icions increased. Beatrice rose as if to say
good night. She stood for awhile on the rug
apparently inteEtly interested III series OF
Tiny circles which she was describing with thu
point Of one slipper Presently she looked VI
with flushed cheek and spoke in u quick hur.
ried way.
III nobody comes for the boy would you
miud INV keeping him:'
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"lf noaody comes for the bog wo"ld 20
ni.ih my krrpinG hm:|'
My dcarr' cried Uncle Horace. ushus
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>is" clasrrd ler hands "Oh, In,
Horace" :I!g said, II havo had such q d" T.:
ini~e:a d. iiir over since WAS seventeen.
nave nothing 10 de-nnthin= to i've ca "a
!u-. lycu!d i"%o happy with that 'ear ,,:t
.puls alter Come up and see l,rl sle>l,:n
lie is TIE sweetest Gaby!'
''S,.ch nnnsensa, ,3eatricew Uncle iora
>et.led himself into his chair and >h;vcd |
The action that legion of sleeping babi
would int induce him to so aud look ut the
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