Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1890-03-18


time was out of joint" A little girl ofs
OF years. making the long journey by
herself. neither asked nor accepted com.
panionship. Upon her breast was tightly
sawed q card like this:
sARoAREr wAYIANp.
o. b. sni b.
MIS- ANS IISrOs.
Norktan C.llfD~nlA
Not once dill the ghost ~ smile fit
across her face. and her manner was for.
bidding Naturally. the other children
wishei her 20 Join In their game-, and 10
tha, end practicci many childish art,
which wa- lost upon her. Even the oder
% an orange. or a bit 81 sample candy"
which the railway sutlsr dropp~i In her
lap. failed Ia tempt her.
Late that summer afternoon . home
bound train ran into q station and
stopped beside ours, 40 near that u was
easy to s.c iis passengers. Instantly the
child sprang 10 her feet and began tug.
ging at the window Finding the heavy
sash stubborn. she cried out!
"Ohl pleas. pleas. open this window
There /. my ,eachsri Don't you -. herr
Somebody hastened 10 help. and i'm.
mediaiely window In the nsighboring
train was thrown open and signals %
loving recognition were exchanged.
"Oh. Mis- Helen, I'm going way oh
out west-to live with-auntie~ walled
tho child.
II am ycr, sorry. dear. how dos that
happ.ny" came the gentle reply.
"Oh. b.canse must have no man.
ma now. nor any home-nor anything
Her voice wa lo~t In tears
Surprise and pity struggled In the
TEACHERS face. Her answer only reached
the ear % her little pupil. whose next
worl- betrayed its spirit
"Oh. Mis- Helen. do try. truly do
bat am very naughty. feel - here
quitting her hand over her bursting
heart.
"If could But before the ssn-
tence was finished tho two trains had
parted company and the dear teacher
was lo-, to sight. With Mid cry the
little one stretched cut her hands 90.
ward. the flying train. then nung herself
upon her face and sobbsd piteously.
There were no dry eye. among those
who saw her. A swcctfaced elderly
woman. Who had entered the car at the
lat station. and now occupied seat In
the section with the child. wept In II.
lsncc. bat no one dared 10 intruds upon
a grief ~ sacred.
~ Margaret cried herself TO sleep un
oomfor,s,l. With flushed and tear stained
cheeks she lay orumpled In the corner.
like a crushed ros.. We hoped her un.
conscious sighs were tightening her home
sick heart. 40 length she stirred. The
sweet faced woman softly placed basket
with a Maltese kitten In IL clo~s Ia the
child.
New! New began puss impatiently.
Margaret at up. rubbing her eyes.
New and puss poked out a claw.
kitty l. hungry. dear" pleasantly
exclaimed the woman. "Will you not
give her something from your lunch
tasketY
"Yes. ma'am."
II thought ~. PuSic likes cheose."
lifting the cover "wll you give her
somey'
Heartsick though she was, Margaret
could not resist the cries Of the hungry
kitten; -. by degrees, she grew friendly
enough with both puSs and It, mistress.
When bedtime came she let her new
friend make her ready for the night, and
seemed content to know that puss would
purr until morning In the very next berth
to hers. But when she awakened, ssnss
OF her forlom condition once more took
possession of her. and she conhded 10 her
companion her dreai of her new home.
which was nO~ very near.
II had only my teacher and you. She
is gone. and now am going 10 lc-e you,
too"
"wsll, Margaret, what made you love
your teacher soY'
"Becau.e she loved me. ~as the ready
answer.
Then aren't you going TO love your
auntie, who loves you well enough 10
give you q home. though she has not
even seen your
II don't know
"oh. yes! Even puss does a. much -
that. You feed her. and she purs her
love In return"
"But don't know auntie. She's IN
old maid. Is'pose she's swfully cross."
"Ibops not, dear"
"Must love her u shs isy'
'Shs Is your dear mothers sistsr.
Could you not love her for thaty'
"Change carsi NEXT station going TO
Stockholm shouted the brakesman.
"Oh. dear, oh. dear!- cried Margarvt
seixing the woman's hand.
Try 10 be brave now; don't cry"
drawing the trembling little figure closer.
81 think you are beginning 20 love your
old auntis already. Tor it u she who has
cone long way with pussy 10 meet her
little girl. Are you glad. Nargarety'
She eat up and looked through her
tssrs at the woman. her face brighten
Ing.
"Are you Miss Ann Hintonr -
"Yes, dear"
"Ars you IN old maidy'
"Yes, dear
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