The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1885-12-04

So Hono.a Leigh went back to her lift
a patient drudgery and oeaseless toll
once moro. And the rich gentleman or
the first door, who saw her 70 in and
out with her little music roll. asked the
landlady who she was.
..It's Miss Leigh, SIR" said the
woman; "a daily governess, and one Of
the sweetest, most self-denying young
ladies as ever gave up her life for the
benefit of others"
'.Humph!" said the rich gentleman.
there's not many such in the world. y
mo, sir; indeed there's not" said
Mrs. Moore.
How the rich gentleman on the first
floor became acquainted with the daily
governess- the children began to
run in and out of his room and ask him
to tell marvellous stories of America,
from whence he came-and how at last
pretty Nora went back to America with
him as his wife, would make too long a
recital in detail. Suffice it to say that
such was fact.
ssGod bless the little onesr' Mr.. Bon
field said; ''there's room and to spare
for them in my house. And to my
thinking there's no sweeter sound about
the house than children's voices"
And if anything could have made
Nora love her husband more dearly than
she had done before, it would have been
those words of his.
And the years went by, and the little
children grew up into health and beauty,
and Nora, in her satins, had almost for
gotten the sore straits of her early girl
hood, when one day the past was re-
called to her by most unexpected &C
cident.
IF you please, Mrs. Bonfeld," said
the cook one day, "Tim says there's q
poor family settin' down in the old cot
tage by the gates as is almost starvin'.
Sure, says I to Tim, why don't you
tell the MISUSE Says he: what for
would / be botharin' her aud they nuth-
in to herp' Says L: The hand of her
was never closed agin the sick and the
poor, and I'll tell her, Tim. if you
DON'T"
"You are right, Mary" said Mrs. Bon
field. 81 will go this evening and in
luire into the case"
And with Charley carrying basket,
in which was piled goodly supply of
Jelly, wine. home made bread and hot
house grapes. Nora walked to the ruined
cottage ut dusk. On the hearth lay a
yaunt form outstretched On a heap of
straw, with fever-glowing cheeks and
Eyes rolling restlessly in their sunken
sockets, while by the door sat a faded
woman rocking a child to and fro in
Ter lap.
'Ihope we're not intruding. ma am"
'aid she, with something of a lady's
courtesy and accent; '.but my husband
could go no further. We are on our
way to Omaha, where he thought he
,ould get employment"
''You are quite welcome to stay here"
aid Mrs. Bonfield, gently; "and 1 viii.
end you sope things from the house to
make you more comfortable. Your
name is"
''Black. ma am-Belton Black. We've
lad bad luck, and we thought perhaps
We might do better here" sighed the
''But heartily wish we had
tayed in England"
Nora Bonfield's heart beat violently as
he advanced a pace or two toward the
head on the straw where the
elbow flicker of the candle family illumi-
ated face which she would scarcely
ave recognized-the face of Bolton
Black.
He died the next day, and never
new that the eyes of his old sweetheart
ad rested pityingly upon him in his
.st hour. And the simple headstone
hat was reared over his remains in the |
was placed there through Ho- /
ora Bonfield's charity. Harrisburg |
'GtriOt.