The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1885-06-04

House and tho Two Dhcbhlofh' nhe was no
longer a schoolgirl, 10 at once broadly limited
that she was willing 10 regulate their house
hold matters, The silent horror with which
the proposal was received told her at once that
her place was 10 be slnocure, She saw that
her unclea would on no account dream OF In
trusting their researches into domestic ocon'
omy 20 any hands save their own, and theair'
passing oapability OF those hands was deeply
Impressed upon her whan, tho day after her
arrival, she found Uncle Horace bending over
the maid who did the plain sewing, and In the
patiantast and grayest way teaching her the
most approved fashion Of handling needle
and thread.
After having lived at Hhzlowood House for
q week Miss Clauson must have been ready TO
welcome any event OF interest II Ia no won
der that when Horace Talbert, at Mr.. Nor
dies suggestion, walked into the drawing
room and told his niece what had happened,
her curiosity and excitement rose 10 high
pitch.
"Is IL pretty childr' she asked.
"Wonderfully no, Mordls and Herbert arc
pethng II like couple OF women"
Beatrice did not run at once 70 hee for her
self. "What do you mean 10 do about 10,
uncle Horaoer she asked.
~ don't know. suppose we must keep II
TIL tomorrow and zee II tho mystery IN OK
planned You had better come out and give
ua your advice"
! Beatrice walked into the hall The child
had made great progress during Horacea
absence, Tho cirato was tickling him and
making him laugh Herbert was stroldng
his bright hair In quito a paternal way,
Even tho respectable Whitaker wm smiling
pleasantly,
"What a dear little manln exclaimed
Beatrice, M Rhe walked 10 the table and
looked at the sturdy urchln.
She wps tho first woman tho child had seen
anco no left his friends at the refreahment
room. Maid servants, with the curiosity OF
their EEK and kind, had peoped EurrcpHtiouGy
over the balustrade, but had not attracted
nOtice, At such tender ago a. his, woman
isA childs natural protector, He at once
quilted his stalwart frienoa and ran across
tho table 10 the fair girl, who smiled and
opened her arms. The little man darted into
them, and with chirrup OF delight laid his
head on tho girls shoulder and seemed por-
fectly happy and at rest Ho was No pretty
that no woman could have refrained from ca
ruuIng him. Miss Clauson kissed him again
and again, then, like every ono who came
near him, fell 10 Stroklng. hia golden locks
and twining them round her fngera Tho
chllds eyes began 20 close under hor soft and
soothing touches,
"Hp must go to bed" aid Beatrice do
cldyely.
Certainly said uncle Horace, "Whoro
had no better sleepf'
"Janc has most comfortable bed,n said
Herbert
Jane was tho parlor-maid, but Herbert In
his houscwifely capacity knew tho quality OF
every bed In tho house, even the amount OF
bedding ON each Mr.. Mordle turned away,
Ho was afraid Of disgraolng himself by n
burst OF ill.timed mirth.
"No, no. exclaimed Beatrice, 'ho shall
sleep with mo. look at him, uncle Horace,
isn't ho perfect chcrubr
"Hes a pretty little boy; but wo don't
know where he comes from, my dear. hardly
think you ought 10 tako strange infant 10
sleep with you"
ooh, nonsense, uncle Horacel Roo what a
clean, beautiful boy II IN, Whitaker, send
largo can OF hot water 10 my room. Come,
my pct; | will zee how can act tho part OF
nuraemaid.n
Singing aud grooming and carrying tho
child In tho most approved fashion, Mlfa
Clauson proceeded 10 bear hor prize away.
"You had bcttor look nj his linen,
Beatrice Gaid Horace ut may bo marked
with his namcn
After this tho three mon went back 10 tho
dinlng-room and talked tho curious occur
ronco over and over,
In about half an hours tlrno Beatrice roap-
pcarcd with tho intelligence that tho boys
clothing boro no mark OF any kind. Indeed,
II all seemed brand now. Hho was apparently
much delighted with her new toy, Sho kept
running up and down stairs, 10 ascertain that
hor protogo was elocping the aloop OF innooont
babyhood. Az laN aho went away alto
gcthm,
Beatrice Ia moro dOmSg 'Iratlvc than DO
llcyed her 10 bo, naid horace, rcgrctfully.
Herbert echoed tho regret, but Mr.. Mordle
haid nothing. Ho thought tho instructive
kindness eho showed towards thls myMari-
oualy sont child added another charm 10 the
many no had nlrcady discovered In Mia Clau.
Ron.
Tho thrco mon rat togothnr until 10 was too
late 70 hope that matters would DO clearcdup
that night No mother, no telegram came.
Tho curatc bado his friends good night and
walked back 10 his lodgings In tho village,
thinking what charming picture Mia Clau.
son with tho child In her arms made. Poor
Mr.. Mcrdlol ne had only known Beatrice
week, and was already beginning 70 dream a
foolish dream.
Tho brothers continued ntting enc ON either
hdo OF tho fro, Thoy wcro NOT carly-to-bcd
pooplc. Now that they wero alone they naid
little more about tho arrival. For three hours
thoy had bean discussing cvory possible the
CRY which might account for tho ohildS up.
pcaranoo among thcm, NO tho subject was
hrcadbare, and they nat In Gllance trying 10
invent frcsh on,iaca Suddenly most curious
and startling suspicion entered Horace Tai.
bort'a mina-a suspicion which now and again
made him glance AZ hs brother. Could Her.
bort by any chance know all about tho mat.
tori lie had certainly seemed greatly taken
with tho little boy. Horace rcmcmberedhow
much at homo tho child had made himself
with Herbert, How, whom ho, Horace, camo
out OF Tho drawing-room with Beatrice, ho
had found Herbert atroking and patting the
little head. Could thoro bo romantic pass.
ages IN lIerbcrts lifo about which he know
nothing Ilo pooh.pochod tho thought, but
u oamo again and again
Just altar O'Clock, and whom tho brothers
worc thinking OF retiring, 10 their great SUR
prise Beatrice rcappcared. bhc wasin dniuty
dressing gown and hlippcrs. After waiting
until Mr. Mordlc must certainly have gone nho
had como down--of course 10 hear II any newp
had arrived, Uncle Horace with hla eyes
liked on Herbert, expressed his conviction that
no news was meant 10 arrive. Beatrice looked
muaingly into the 0rc. Her hoad was bent
forward, her hands claspcd round ono OF her
mope Shc made q prctty, almost classical
ooking picture, no doubtduly approved by
.hoso mon Of tastc, her unolea.
''Thon what will you dor sho askod, at
last
"Wo win wait until tomorrow, or tho day
,ftcr, then put tho matter into the hands Of
lhN pOliCe. v 20 III Horara dnriaively