Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1890-08-13

money from the bank" ana sne sJarveu
up excitedly.
Mr.. Howard drew his daughter low
ingly to his side. 81 feel grateful for
such loving, generous spirit, my
daughter, but I can not accept such .
sacrifice"
What would all the pianos in the
world be worth without the two that are
dearest to me2 Only use the money in
trying to get well and strong; can wait
for the piano"
Helen" exclaimed Mrs. Howard, in
rapturous admiration, where are your
wings?"
They have not even begun to grow
yet" she answered, with faint smile,
as she thought how hard it had been to
give up her cherished scheme.
So 1t came about that Mr.. and Mrs.
Howard were soon established In a COM
Portable cottage on the beach, where
they began to gain health and strength
with the first Whit of the sea breeze.
1t was no easy task Helen has as
signed herself. She had worked hard
during the spring term OF school and
really needed rest and quiet; but her
hours of leisure were few, and she often
wondered as she took ceaseless steps in
pursuit of mischievous Bess, combed
Carries tangled curls, or darned the
knees of Harry's stockings, how her
mothers strength had held out so long.
But every letter she received from
Ocean Park gave her new strength and
courage. Such bright. CHEEKY letters
Mrs. Howard wrote.
"Your father" she said, In one Of
these, 'looks ten years younger, and
acts as wild as schOol-boy in vacation.
He has just returned from fishing ex-
cursiOn, and such an appetite as he has;
you would be scandalized could you see
him. / must say in justice to him, how
ever, that am not far behind. have
found an old fishing boat in a sheltered
cove, in which l sit for hours, half
buried in cushions, with an umbrella for
an awning. / am getting brown as a
gypsy, and have taken a new lease OF
life. Father says every day: God
bless our Helen and so say 1. There
is great deal here that would interest
you, but have felt too tired to do any
thing but rest.
''You have heard me speak of an old
school friend, Isabel Evans-now Mrs.
McAlstyne of Portland-have you not?
met her the other day and we have re-
newed our old intimacy. She Is warm
hearted and generous as ever; wealth
has not spoiled her. l never could keep
secret from her in the old days, and
yesterday, before 1 realized what / was
about, told her Of your sacrifice.
When l had finished, she exclaimed
with fearful eyes: Alice Howard, you
are far richer than l. Willingly would
give my fortune for such daughterr
Don't be angry, Helen. dear. for 1 really
couldn't help it."
Later in the season. when the rested
ones were at home, everything and
everybody at the Towards wore a fest
| i've air; for had not father lost his tired,
anxious look, and was he not ready to
romp with the children to their hearts
content? And had not mamma grown
rosy and strong-able to preside over
| the household once more? AS Helen
looked upon the happy faces, she felt
| amply repaid for her self-denial, and that
| she could not possibly be one tom hap
pier. But when an express wagon drove
to the door, and huge box was de-
posted which contained an elegant
piano, and when said piano was placed
in the parlor amid ordinations Of won
der and surprise, and doubts as to It's
belonging in there at all; and when she
| found from tiny note laid upon the
white keys that it was really and truly
for her, she felt that her cup of happi.
ness was overlooking.
''Do not hesitate to accept the piano,
dear Helen" wrote Mrs. McAlstyne,
"for although have wealth and ease,
/ am lonely and childless, and shall ex-
pect you to come often to my sombre
old house and brighten it with the sun
shine of youth and happiness. l have
arranged with Prof. Bohm to give you
. course of instruction, and shall be
made happy TO hear of your advance.
ment- Dora Sutton, in Morning Star.