Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1892-07-22

indeed gone. ne sat uown 70 wOnucF
where Uncle Phln was, and how long 1t
would be before he would come 70 take
him away from that unhappy place. He
wished that he might stay right where
he was, and not be compelled to see any
of the family again, and was feeling
very wretched and forlorn generally.
All at once he heard Cynthia's sweet,
childish voice calling the chickens
around her on the barn floor, where she
fed them every morning. Here was
somebody for whom he cared, and the
thought that he was so soon to leave
her, probably forever, filed him with .
pong OF mingled pain and love.
He slid down from the hay-mow to
where his little cousin stood, and as she
threw her arms about his neck and
kissed him and told him how much she
loved him and how sorry she was for
him, he began 70 realize how hard it
would be to part from her, and TO WON
der II after all he ought 20 run away
with Uncle Phin.
Cynthia was loving and lovable lit
tie soul, and though she had freckled
face, 1t was lighted by pair of glorious
brown eyes. Her hair was of q rich
brown, fiecked with specks OF red gold
where the sunlight shone through It.
1t was just such hair as the sun
loved to kiss, and the merry wind
delighted to toss II into the
most bewitching tangles whenever it
was not closely imprisoned under its lit
tle pink sun-bonnet 1t reminded Ar
thur OF his own dear mothers hair, and
often when they were playing together
he would snatch OF the pink sun-bon|
net Just for the pleasure OF seeing 1t
ripple down over her shoulders. His
own used to be long, almost as long as
Cynthia's but his Aunt Nancy had cut
it all off shen he first came to live there.
aud 1t had been clipped short ever since,
greatly to Uncle Phin's sorrow.
While Arthur and Cynthia were feed
ing the chickens, and the former was al
most forgetting his recent loneliness,
Mr. Dustin came into the barn. He
greeted both the children pleasantly,
and even kissed them, q thing that Ar
thur wondered at, for he could not Pc
member that it had ever happened be-
fore. When he asked: do you know
where Uncle Phin Is, Arthur"
az think he has gone away" replied
the boy, flushing and looking down, for
it seemed somehow as though he were
not exactly telling the truth.
"Do you know where he has gomez
mo sir, l do not" was the honest re-
ply, and the boy looked his questioner
squarely in the face as he made It.
well, believe you, OF course, +" said
his uncle, "and suppose he must have
taken it into his head to leave US,
though it seems very strange that he
should have done SO without bidding
you goodbye, or telling you where he
was going"
This was too much for Arthur's sense
of honor, and, speaking up manfully. he
said: "He did tell me he was going
away, Uncle John, and bid me good-bye
| but he didn't tell mo where he was 60
ing and he didn't want me to say any
thing about it unless l had to-"
81 am glad you have told me this,
said Mr. Dustin; "and since he has gone
I must say am not very sorry. Now
come in to breakfast"
That morning Mr.. Dustin took Arthur
and Cynthia with him to the well h'
was drilling, and, to their great delight
allowed them to stay there all day
When they reached home that evening
Arthur was so emboldened by his uncle