The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1888-01-07

| must first of all find Mrs. Grant,
unused Nora. Il believe she Will have
something to tell me of papa's past.
She has known him many years. Let
me see, the last money we sent her was
sent to B. That was early last
spring, but / trust she is still there;
but l shall find her If she is in the land
of the living. That bold, bad man
shall not rob me of my birthright"
Onward the ears bore her, farther
and farther from the level prairies.
Now out where gentle undulations be-
gan and the small intercourse thickets
limited of trees, tall and majestic, soon
to burst upon her vision. BY and by,
when two days ard nights had passed,
Nora awoke one morning to find her
self IN the never-forgotte land of hills
and trees, and of deep, clear-colored
streams. Another day and night, and
she knew that once more she was upon
Virginia soil.
How lovely it all was. oh, the tow
ering hills, the tumbling waterfalls,
and the sense of long buried and loved
memories returning. Home-home,
after all these long years of absence,
home once morei
Surely" thought Nora. Il did pass
my earliest childhood here, and yet
sometimes | seem to fancy myself in q
great city-a city where there were lots
of negroes, and surely I do remember
a big fire. 1t must have been papa
who flung the blanket over me and car
ried me out, because | do know we
rode together days and days in ears,
then coaches, until we came to the
pretty cottage where Mrs Grant lived,
where he left me. He came often to
see me, and he must have ridden hard
and far, for / remember how his coat
was splashed with mud. But he loved
me. Oh, / know that he loved me far
more tenderly than any one else ever
imagined. How he would clasp me in
his arms and kiss me and say: Nora,
my own, my own little Nora And
sometimes there We're tears in his eyes,
and | used to wonder i'll my childish
way what made my papa so sad. There
was mystery IN his life-a mystery
about my birth that [ will must
mravel. Oh. is this really B--?"
Nora entered the depot of the town,
which was of about thousand inhab-
ltants, determined to begin her search
for Mrs. Grant at once. She inquired
of the station agent:
Can you inform me if Mrs. Sarah
Grant lives in this placer"
Mrs. Sarah Grant? Yes-no; she
used TO, but she moved away"
Moved away! Where?"
Don't know, miss"
In what part OF the town did she
formerly live?"
Here, Jimmy, my boy! here's a
lady wants to know where Mrs. Sarah
Grant used to live TO and show her
the house-if that's what she wants to
see.
Nora did not heed his rude manner;
she knew that station-agents were al
ways more or less cross; but followed
the lead of the tow-headed shaver
few squares, when he pointed out
modest brown cottage to her.
THAT airs the place"
Very we'll; here's dime for Your
trouble; that's all require OF YOU, my
little lad
Jimmy grabbed the dime in his dirty
little hand and gazed after her trim
figure as she passed up the walk of the
brown cottage.
a. natural-born lady, as granny
would say, he unused, land purity as a
picture.
In the meantime, Nora had knocked
upon the door, and lady in a very
much soiled wrapper and an exceed
ingly cross face jerked it open.
"Can you give me any information
concerning the Mrs. Grant who used
to live here"
NO, | can't" snapped the woman,
slamming the door shut IN her face
Nora turned about quietly, and no.
ticing an old, bald headed gentleman
reading in the yard of the opposite
house-a handsome stone structure
she crossed the street and approached
him.
know anything about Mrs Grant
Yes, little. Mrs. Grant used to live
over vondo"'
But can YOU tell me where she is
now?"
The old gentleman laid down his
paper and regarded Nora earnestly
through his gold-rimmed spectacles.
Let me see; pears to me she went
to kentOn, village ten miles east of
here-or was it WILLIAMSON? Upon
my word [ can't remember"
Had she no intimate friends here
to whom she might have told her des-
tination?'
"Ihe widow Burke, in that dot of
a white house, used to visit her pretty
often: perhaps she could tell you"
To the widow Burke's cottage Nora
next proceeded, and when the mother
~ old lady that opened the door babe
her enter, she complied, aud sank
down YEARLY upon the old-fashioned
hOrse-hair sofa in her small parlor.
Mrs. Grant. Oh, dear, yes; and
did you want to see her, my dear?"
Eyes; she used to be my old nurse.
l am very anxious to find her. Can
you tell me where she has gomez
The woman regarded Nora sadly,
and hesitated for a moment
"She-you are little Nora Fairleigh,