The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1885-10-24

eral servants running TO the door,
strobe through the hall, up the wide
staircase and into his wife's sitting
room, and laid his burden on the
lounge.
His wife, like the good, dear, sensi-
BILE motherly woman she was, never
stopped to ask questions and give way
to curiosity la woman's failing), but
proceeded to administer the needed re-
stOratiVes.
Her efforts were soon rewarded by
a long, quivering sigh, issuing from the
lips OF the patient. After a quivering
OF the eyelids the large blue eyes
opened, looking wonderingly around
at the grandeur, such as she had Of
ten dreamed of but never seen. The
man at her side had been looking in
tently at herfrom the first, evidently in
a brown study, from the knit brow
and thoughtful eye; but when she
opened her eyes hestarted up, exclaim-
ing, Glow like my sister Ethel"
Ethel attempted to raise herself, but
she fell back on the lounge with a cry
of anguish.
"My poor child, what is it ?"
"My ankle, think it is sprained."
After the pain had somewhat sub
sided, she said:
"Will you be kind enough to tell me
how | came here2 | remember faint
ing while coming home from work"
F, Never mind now, my child" The
doctor who had been sent for, now ar
rived. He was the typical, rosy faced,
good natured doctor and soon had
her ankle more comfortable; taking
his leave with the injunction "that
the utmost care must be taken of her, !"
and prOphesying a speedy recovery,
and that he ''would bring her around
all right in a couple OF weeks"
After the doctors exit ''mlne host"
explained to Ethel's satisfaction, how
he had found her lying on the steps.
He could not look at her without be-
traying the deepest signs of emotion.
"My child have you any friends or
relatives who will be anxious about
you to whom | might send word y
"Alas, | have no friends. / am only
a poor orphan, with 80 one in the
wide, wide world to care for me.
Mamma died six months ago" and
the sweet, blue eyes filled with tears.
A deep shade OF pity Overspread the
man STAGE. TEL me-" anXiOusly and
breathlessly, ''who was your mother;
what was her maiden name?"
Il do not think ought to tell, for
grandpapa disowned her because she
married against her will, and he is llv-
ing some place in New York and he
probably would not care to have 1t
spoken, for mamma said he was very
proud"
AS she ceased speaking a silvery
haired old man entered the room and
bent over the couch. He was as visi
bly, affected as his son had been.
sob, my son, who is this? 1t looks
so like my poor, lost Ethel"
"Wlll you tell now, my child? | as
sure you | have only the best motives
andno merely curiosity for inqulrlng.
The deepest of interests are at stake.
/ have long been searching for my long
lost sister and you bear so great a re-
semblance to her that | have strong
convictions that you are her daugh-
ter"
A warm blush OF pride swept over
Ethel's face, as she remembered her
grandfather cruel treatment of her
sainted mother, for even the most alb
iect poverty could not suppress her
pride, and she for a time refused, but
at last gave in and told him her moth
er's whOlesad story. "And," she con
tinued bitterly, "mamma died OF con-
sumption, the result of hard work, en-
pOsure, want and neglect, while her
hard-hearted father was reVeline in
plenty and comfort; and she now oc
Cupies pauper's grave"
The old man STAGE had tWitched Wis
IDLY during the narrative, and at the
completion, he completely broke down
aud sObbed like a child. Becoming
more composed, he said, pleadingly:
off ! were to ellyOu that father had
repented and instituted vigilant search,
advertised, and tried every way in the
world to make amends, wOuldyO for
give him? | am your grandfather, you
would not, you could not condemn
me nOw?"
Ethels surprise knew no bounds.
Her grandfather and uncle found and
pleading her forgiveness. She, the
poor working girl and occupant of that
miserable attic. She could scarcely
believe her senses.
Yes, her mother would have forgiven
them, and should she not be doubly,
aye trebly, willing to do so? 1t was
indeed a happy reunion.
From being poor shop girl, resid-
ing in an attic room, and receiving
barely enough upon which to exist,
Ethel, by her accident, was transferred
to a home of wealth and atfluence, and
as soon as her ankle was sufficiently
well, Mrs Dare was raised from a pau
per's grave, put into the family bury
ing ground, and had an elegant monu
ment erected to her memory.