Connecticut western news., 1889-04-10
CANAAN CONN.,, WEDNESDAY, APRIL 10, 1889

LHo WuOW fSaker, 8 mOCnerly soul us ever was; but when I come out here l missed her more than tongue can tell and what was to do, ma'am, for all knowed you wasn't fond of children, when one night little Flora made her appear ance at this very door? And the child had walked, ma am, if you please, all the way from New York, askin' her way here and there, and once in way gettin' lift from a wagon. And I've kept her hid away among the sand dunes in the day times, and took her in my own bed of nights. And once l had to shut her down cellar, that rainy day she couldn't go out, and you was in the house all day. And there was her keep, to be sure-you may remember yourself noticin' how the victuals got away-but I've eaten as little as 1 could myself, and we been very economical about other things"
 Betsey looked imploringly at me. Little Flora laughed silently over her sea-sheels. -.-.
 ''Betsey," said I, ''you have done right-perfectly right-except in using any concealment. You ought to have told me everything"
 ''I was 'fraid you wouldn't want 8 child racketin' about the house," said Betsey, humbly. ''But indeed Flora is very quiet"
 'she may stay," said I. ''And you needn't hide her away, Betsey. You and are neither of us very young. It may do us good to have little one about the house."
 To my infinite amazement, my hard featured, cold-mannered servant took my hand in hers, and bent down her lips saint.
 "The Lord be good to you, ma'am, :" said Betsey, with tears in her hard, mid dle-aged eyes, tan if I live to be hun dred years old, I'll never forget this of you. But, Miss Emma, there's some. thlng else ought to tell you!'' ts
 "What is it, Betsey?"
 "I shouldn't never a tried to hide the girl away, if hadn't heard a story of how the cottage was haunted by the ghost of little child as came to vio. lent end in this very house. Thinks ] to myself, there's always the ghost to put any unusual sights or sounds of on"l
 smiled to think of the secret I had been trying to hide from Betsey.
 ''So you knew about the ghost, Bet sey9' said I.
 s'La, ma'am! I've heard the story half a dozen times over," answered my hand maiden.
 "And you were not afraid?"
 'I know there ain't no such things, ; calmly responded Betsey. 'Il's live folk I'm afeard of ma'am, not deao ones. Me afeard? guess not!''
 "Well, Betsey, said I, cheerfully, q know of no better recipe to drive { shadow out of the house than to put reality into it. Little Flora shall exor else the ghost! Come here, baby, anc kiss me! Your eyes are just the color ot the sea at uiddavr'
 From that day forward the cottag, was like a different place. Little For, frightened it up, as if her eyes had beer real stars, instead of "make- believe ones. No more ghostly shadows crep across the threshold.
 took the child's education at ono, into my own hands, thus passing ava, many weary hour, and am now seri ously contemplating a legal adoption O. the pretty plaything.
 But all the gossiping neighbors are a much exercised as ever as to how "tha city lady, can bear to live in haunted house on the seashore. Nor do Ibeliev, that could ever make them understand the complicated network of my thought and feelings; so shall not try.-Satur dau Niqht.