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some good fairy, or, perhaps it was one
of Aladdin's slaves, and this is his pal
ace, while you are his good, kind, lov-
ing mother"
Mrs. Bristol could not help smiling
at Lenora's comparison.
II am widow, my-dear, and I have
m only son, also, but my home is moth
ing to compare to Aladdin's place, for
I would be like the Sultan and much
worse. You are too weary to talk any
more, and I beg of you to rest now"
Lenora nestled among the soft pill
lows like q beautiful little kitten that
had been petted to its hearts content,
and Mrs. Bristol went to the farther
part of the room and sat down to think.
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this girl, for it does not seem possible
that such a sweet, innocent-looking
face could be deceitful. I am satisfied
for the present and shall try and find
out more about her when she is better. "
While Mrs. Bristol was sitting by
the gate toasting her fingers by the
glowing heat, she was not aware what
was going on just outside of her room.
Tom had found the papers that
Hutchinson had put in the box with
Lenora, and was bringing them to his
mistress, but Jeannette met the servant
at the head of the stairs and asked him
what he had.
Tom told her that he had found the
roll in the box and would give it to his
mistress
II will give it to her, Tom; you need
not bother. There, that's O good fell
low, now" And she took the papers,
while Tom, pleased at her compliment,
turned and went down stairs, while she
crossed the broad, beautiful corridors
to her own elegant apartments.
"Ah! And these were in the box
that that strange, beautiful newcomer
came in. will keep them for my own
use just at present, for am deter
mined, if possible, to find out who she
is. These papers may contain the de-
sired information.
The curious, cunning girl tore open
the ssals and unwrapped the roll; but,
to her great astonishment, her eyes
met uOGuluS DuG UlhuhS. .
well! Who ever in this world heard
tell of such q thing? How very
strange! There must be some great
mystery connected with that beautiful
girl. Can she possibly be a real ad-
venturess?"
In her astonishment she had dropped
the papers. She stopped to pick them
up, with a shrug of the shoulders, and
chuckling, low laugh ran through the
room.
"It makes no difference to me what
she is, for certainly Aunt Marguerite
will not allow her to remain here long
er than is necessary. She will soon be
able to leave here, and 1 need never
fear anything in any way.
"Oh, won't 7 have q jolly time,
though, when Raynard comes home. q
aTo the opera we shall go; and, yes,
every place of amusement, and, oh, my!
that grand ball we are to have on
Christmas! That will be perfectly de.
licious; no one can waltz as nicely as
I, and Ray will waltz with no one else.
do not want that girl here. Some
thing tells me something will happen
if Auntie does not send her right away.
"Oh! oh! What if, when Ray comes
home-and- -and-she should be here
and, oh, I dare not think of it! It
would kill me, believe. kill me. but
pshaw! I know ne would MOI
foolish as to care OF all for such as she.
Only little tramp, if not an adven-
turess."
She then went to the CRATE, and
stood with clasped hands looking down
at the bright Goals, while in her Own
mind she was building bright and tow
ering castles for the future. She hoped
to be mistress of the Bristol mansion
some day, and even now looked upon it
as her own.
Il know Ray loves me, because he
acts Just 80. If that little tramp does
stay here, what need I fear?" And with
naughty toss of the head, she rang
for her maid to dress her.
That was her day for shopping, and
as it was so lovely outdoors, she would
start early.
Under Mrs. Bristols careful nursing,
Lenora grew rapidly better, and in a
weeks time the Doctor said she would
be able to leave her bed. OF course
the kind woman was greatly pleased
over her pet patients convalescence,
but never once had she asked her any
thing about her past life, or even her
name.
ITO BE CONTINUED