Wichita eagle., 1890-01-04
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sewed card like this:
MARGARET WAYLAND,
10 be sent 10
MISS ANN HINTON,
Stockton, California
Not once did the ghost of a smile fit
across her face, and her manner was for
bidding. Naturally the other children
wished her to join in their games, and to
that end practiced many childish art,
which was lost upon her. Even she offer
Of an orange, or bit of sample candy"
which the railway sutler dropped in her
lap, failed to tempt her.
Late that summer afternoon home
bound train ran into a station and
stopped beside ours, SO near that it was
easy 10 see its passengers. Instantly the
child sprang to her feet and began tug
ging at the window. Finding the heavy
sash stubborn, she cried out:
ooh! please, please open this window.
There is my teacher! Don't you see her"
Somebody fastened to help. and i'm
mediately window in the neighboring
train was thrown open and signals OF
loving recognition were exchanged.
''Oh, Miss Helen, I'm going way off
out west-to live with -auntier' walled
the child.
81 am very sorry, dear; how does that
happen" came the gentle reply.
"Oh, because must. Ihavc no NAM
ma now, nor any home-nor anything"
Her voice was lost in tears.
teachers face. Her answer only reached
the ear of her little pupil, whose next
words betrayed its spirit
'Oh, Miss Helen, do try: 1 truly do,
But am very naughty. feel so here
putting her hand over her bursting
heart.
IF l could But before the SEN
tence was finished the two trains had
parted company and the dear teacher
was lost to sight. With wild cry The
little one stretched out her hands 10
wards the flying train. then flung herseli
upon her face and sobbed piteCusly
There were no dry eyes among those
who saw her. A sweetfaced elderly
woman, who had entered the car at the
last station, and now occupied seat in
the section with the child. wept in 81
lence. but no one dared to intrude upon
a grief so sacred.
So Margaret cried herself to sleep I'm
comforted. With flushed and tear stained
cheeks she lay crumpled in the corner,
Ike crushed rose. We hoped her un-
conscious signs were tightening her home
sick heart. At length she stirred The
sweet faced woman softly placed basket
with Maltese kitten in it close to the
child.
New! New began puss impatiently
Margaret sat up, rubbing her eyes.
New" and puss poked out claw.
Kitty is hungry, dear" pleasantly
exclaimed the woman. "Wili you not
give her something from your lunch
basket
Yes, ma'am."
Il thought SO. Pussie likes cheese"
lifting the cover. ''Will you give her
somey'
Heartsick though she was, Margaret
could not resist the cries of the hungry
kitten; so, by degrees, she grew friendly
enough with both puss and its 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
10 hers. But when she awakened, a sense
of her forlorn condition once more took
possession Of her, and she confided to her
companion her dread of her new home,
which was now very near.
Il had only my teacher and you. She
is gone. and now l am going 70 lose you,
too"
We'll, Margaret, what made you love
your teacher so?'
Because she loved me" was the ready
answer.
Then aren't you going to love your
suntie, who loves you well enough to I
give you home, though she has not
even seen your
Il don't know"
"Oh, yes Even puss does as much as
that. You feed her. and she purs her /
love in return"
But don't know auntie. She's an
old lnald. pose rne aWiGuy cross
al nope not. dear"
Mus. ] love her If she isy
'She is your dear mothers sister.
Could you not lore her for that
Change cars. Next station going "
shouted .be Brakeman
"Oh. dearl On dear crled Margaret
selling the woman hand
Try 70 be brave now: don't CIV"
drawing the trembling little figure closer.
Il think you are beginning TO love your
Did auntie already, for it is she ~ho has
come lone vay with pussy 70 meet her
ittls girl. Are YOU glad, Margaret
Sac sat up and looked through her
ears At the vossn, her face brighten
NJ.
Are you Miss Ann Einnny
! ea. dear.
Are you an cid uAid7'
Yes. dear"
That's funny. / love old rnsids.--
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