Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-08-09
BABETTE, TURNING, FACED KENNETH M'LEoD.

Neal and her husband. They had the two
liieless bodies carried to their cottage, and
there they tried all their simple yet effective
remedies. No sign of lire cane to the lovely
young woIan, but the baby revived. To
Jeanie it was as if God had given
her this little creature for the sons
He had taken. II was girl,
and how she had always longed for
daughterl The clothes she made for her
were far daintier than any baby OF the Point
had ever known, for Jeanie had been taught
in the old country the finest of needlework.
They found on the little ones dripping gar
ments the name o: Babette. 1t was the only
clew they had; but old Malcolm MeNeal
went to the school-master at the nearest
town, and had him write out the particulars
and have them published in the Boston.
New York and Paris papers. For the
school-master had said that Babette was a
French name, and the old Scotchman had
remembered that the young woman, evil
IDENTIFY the child's mother, had a foreign
look and her clothes were very beautiful.
Jenale took from her stocking the carefully
boarded pennies to pay for the advertising.
and then she waited, in outward calm vet
inward agony OF spirit, for the result. But
Blbette lived on undisturbed, and grew up
into her present young girlhood. Jeanie and
They even sent her, alter the lame school
master at the Point had taught her the rudi-
ments of the common branches, to Clyde, to
the far more learned master who had proved
so useful in the earlier years of her life.
Babette took readily to books. She was un-
like any child the practical old Scotch
couple had ever known. Dreamy, loving to
wander off by herself, with strange fancies
coming out now and then to startle the old
people, Babette was loving, good, obedient
child. She often looked at the little baby
clothes laid away so carefully in the old sea
chest, and examined with tender scrutiny
the dainty embroidery and fine sewing they
showed. She took up the more elegant
clothes and dreamed dreams OF the beautiful
mother who had worn them, and sometimes
wondered about her possible relations; yet
she was not unhappy. She had so much, she
said: first, her dear, adopted parents; then
the sea, on which-in the gay, new boat, old
Malcolm and her staunchest admirer, Pa
mela Lowden's husband, had made for her
-Babette could sail where she pleased; and
then, her new books-oh, yes, Babette lelt
that she had treasures untold in her life, and
hoped it would only make her more grateful
to tie good God, and more loving to the girls
about her who had so much less.
To-day, as she stepped into her pretty boat,
she felt so glad and happy, she sang softly
as she hoated away. Her daily tasks were
done and she ielt that she had earned her
play time. There was a dark crimson
cushion in the boats stern, and when Ba-
bette was tired rowing, it was favorite
pastime with her to curl up In the bottom of
the boat, rest her head on the cushion, and
looking up into the sky overhead, to dream
dreams and see visions. Such innocent,
pretty fancies that visited that bonny headl
And nothing warned the girl that this day
was to De so different from all that had gone
before. When the shadows heightened, Ba-
bette sat up and rowed rapidly toward shore.
As she moored the boat into the sheltered
cove, she turned for last, loving look at
the broad expanse of sea and sky spread out
before her, then fastened the boat and sprung
ashore. Almost at the same moment, as if
he had sprung from the rocks, mans figure
stood before her. The sight Of him was SO