The southern sentinel. (Winnfield, La.) 1883-1910, 1886-01-22

ear. ..1rs y0u willing % abide By is'
.Good-by, then" extending > cold
hand.
..Good-bY. Belton."
And her eyes followed him with .
vague, fascinating gaze, as he strobe
out Of the green glade and was lost to
view.
.sHave done righte" she asked her
self, with sharp pain ut her heart,
and then, as little Nell came up crying
out: mora, Nora, me got form in my
finger" and holding up the tiny digit
with tear-stained cheeks she caught the
child in her arms and sobbed out: ''God
help me! Yes, have done right. for
these ones have no one but me-"
So Honora Leigh went back to her life
of patient drudgery and ceaseless toll
once more. And the rich gentleman on
the first floor, who saw her go 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"
..Humphr' said the rich gentleman.
There's not many such in the world. "
mo, sir; indeed there's not, said
Mrs. Moore.
How the rich gentleman on the first
floor became acquainted with the daily
governess-how the children began to
run in and ont 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
/, recital in detail. Suffice it to say that
such was fact.
.sGod bless the little ones!" 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 mp 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. Bonfield," said
the cook one day, Tim says there's .
poor family settin' down in the old cot
tage by the gates IS is almost starvin'.
Sure, says / to Tim. why don't you
tell the MISUSE Says he: What for
would be botherin' her and they nuth-
| in to herP' Says l: The hand of her
was never closed agin the sick and the
poor. and III tell her, Tim, if you
DON'T
..You are right, Mary" said Mrs. Bon
field. Il will 60 this evening and in
quire into the case
And with Charley carrying q basket.
in which was piled goodly supply OF
jelly, wine, home made bread and hot
house grapes, Nora walked tothe ruined
cottage ut dusk. On the hearth lay Z
gaunt form outstretched on heap Of
straw, with fever-glowing, cheeks and
eyes rolling restlessly in their sunken
sockets, while BY the door sat . faded
woman rocking child to and fro in
her lap.
II hope we're not intruding. ma am =
tssid she, with sumething q fSdy'l
courtesy and accent; s'but my husband
could 90 no further. We are on our
way to Omaha, where he thought he
could get employment !"
.sYou are quite welcome to stay here, y
said Mrs. Bonfield, gently; land / will
send you some things from the house tc
make you more comfortable. Your
husbands name is"
i .sRI.ck ma,am-B elton Rack. We've