The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1889-11-06

I tne CARDS en- tneir respective neaoo0aros
had somehow got transposed. The .R
Egerton," Of the Accident Ward hsd
been buried for ten days, the "a. Harri-
son" was now sitting up and trying TO
occupy herself with some necessary nee
die work.
At the time, Ruth had been too III to
set the error straight. Afterwards she
had been too listless to think that any
thing maitered very much.
Il seel like ghost 7" she said to her.
self; ''whv not be ghost p
~The old lady is friend Of mine,"
said Miss Corbitf, the trained nurse, in
the soft. well-modulated voice, that had
mingled 50 sweetIy with Ruih's dreams
while she was vet delirions- @she is
in great trouble. She has lost. dear
fnend-7
Ruth looked up, her eyes softening.
''Iias she?7 she murmured. Then l
am sure I shall like her. How soon can
! go to her?1
My brother is going to drive out there
tomorrow afternoon" said Miss Corbitt.
perhaps we can get You ready to go
with him"
SIS it in the country p asked Ruth.
Yes"
a am very glad of that said the poor
girl.
"Why Do you prefer the country ?"
4 should be thankful never TO see the
bricks and mortar Of city again so long
as l liver said Ruth, ferveutiy clasping
her hands. Il have learned a. lesson
yes, a lesson
And in the yellow afternoon sunshine
of the next day, Miss Corbitt packed
"Number Fourteen" carefully into the
old-fashioned buggy beside the specta-
cled, middle-aged brother, who evident
ly regarded the young lady exactly as he
would have regarded a sewing machine,
or barrel of apples, or any other pack
age consigned 10 his care for safe deliy-
cry alta certain place.
II was a March day, ell blue, dazzling
sky overhead, all sweet suggestions of
the coming spring below. 0nce scross
the bridge, once beyond the wretched
trail of the city suburbs, sweet spring
looked them in the face.
Here and there the willows along the
watereourses had hung cut their ban
ners Of gold-gresn mist-the apple-blos-
SONS blushed on the edge of the woods,
and the songs Of the birds filed the air
Ruth clasped her hands eagerly.
1T IS like coming home again" she
cried How far are We going. Mr.. Cor
bitt ,"
a bit further up the road" said her
charioteer, oomposedly. "Out Hampstead
ways"
Ruth leaned back in her carriage. 1t
was content enough for her to breathe in
the balmy air, to feel that heavens bless
ed sunshine was folding Der around as
with mantle of healing.
II i a. u uao uitu anu CaiHe 10 liac
again. she kept thinking to herself
She closed her eyes peacefully, and LET
her head rest against the cloth lining of
the carriage.
She did not think she had fallen asleep
for few moments, yet 1t must have been
50. for when she once more looked up,
familiar landscape met her eyes-the old
brown house, with the budding lilscs
clustering around its caves, and the fence
half hidden by rose bushes.
At the door stood Aunt Peace herself
in the selfsame brown alpaca gown and
iuttering zap borders, clear starched in
double rufiles. that she always wore.
"Oh, where am /" cried Ruth. as
this dream ~
Bless and save US - exclaimed the old
lady. Why, its our Ruth come back
again -
In a second the two were clasped in
each others arms, while honest Mr.. Cor
biit sat looking on in sheer amazement
-"You-you seem to have met before"
was all be could say.
"My own little girl - faltered the old
woman, with tear-bedimmed eyes; mo
words can tell how / have missed you
And If you'll be content to stay here and
live with me again, won't be 50 hard
with you'll promise you that
Dear, dear Aunt Peace, if you only
can forgive me?Y sobbed Ruth.
Miss Corbitt smiled when she heard
hoS strangely fate had united the desti-
MES Of these two.
To her it was only one more of the
inserutable pages of experience.
1t is often so, said she. "We think
we are going our own way, when it is
Gods way, after all, that He is leading
Us. Well, am glad that little, pale girl
has found a home, after all / should
have guessed the riddle long ago if had
known that her name was not Annie
Hsrrssar,