The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-04-17

tidiness. She began to straighten it up,
stealthily at first as if she were afraid
some one would overhear her. She discov-
cred IN the pantry some bakers bread, and
her heart reproached her, for she knew
! Jot hated any but homemade. 1t took
but an instant to run home and get nice
/ loaf, to which she added pie. These she
placed prominently on Jot's pantry shelves.
Then, as the whistles were sounding for
I 6 o'clock, she went home.
On the next Sunday afternoon, while his
sister was out, Jot went into her cellar
and brought up her tubs for Mondays
/ washing setting them out on the bench.
! Monday morning she went in, when there
was chance, gathering up his small wash,
and taking it home nicely laundried Tues
day afternoon. Then Jot began putting
up her clotheslnes for her. So, gradually,
they slyly exchanged work in way that
would have been comical if it had not been
pathetic. They talked together casually
of course, but neither would show par
ticle of interested feeling toward the other.
On the Saturday before Easter Hiram
drove up to the Trynn property with a
tiny passengers little girl six years old.
There was a tag attached to her person
which had written on it, 'Mr. Jacob
Trynn," and the proper address.
Now, sit right still" he said kindly to
the little creature, as he refined in his
horses. Then he got down and walked up
the path to the old Trynn house. Jot was
away, for il was not quite 6, and Dot, hear
ing the knock at her brothers door, put
her head out of her own
What now, Hiram" she asked. "Who
on airth hev you got thar?"
THE incest leetle package you ever see"
he replied. Its directed to your father,
an materially come 10 the old door, forgit-
tin that you want thar. l reckon you air
the one TO see TO the leetle thing. She
come all the way from Coloraydo, an she
says her name is Mabel Trynn. Her pas
dead"
He turned away to get the child, and
Dot futtered about sorrowfully and yet
joyfully. 1T must be Jacks child" she
whispered with tears in her eyes. Jacks
leetle girl"
Here she is" shouted Hiram in the
front doorway, and Dot wiped her eyes
with her clean white apron and went for
ward with outstretched arms
You dear" she said, and kissed the
child again and again, taking her in her
lap and crying over her az intervals while
removing her wraps. What s this:" she
asked when she found an envelope pinned
securely in the inner pocket of the child's
light cloak.
"Papa's letter" said the little one. Il
told how he was i'll and could not get well;
how he had not strength TO bring his child
to the old home and the father he supposed
was still living. and described in a few
words the various kinds OF business ID
which he had engaged since they heard
from him last. He had lost his wife. who
was an orphan with no near relatives, not
long before the date of the letter. He
wrote of what little property he had in
vested for the child. and how he had seen
TO all the details of its settlement by some
one who would forward proper papers. and
closed with sad farewell.
Hiram met Jot as he drove up the village
street.
Il brung you an express package for
Easter Jest now Jot.7 he said, stopping
his horses. u lett it daown 10 your hSouse.
Your sister she took it, and cracking his
whip Hiram drove on, leaving Jos standing
in the rosd.
Wal. l vun,' he said aloud. Wonder
what 1t is and of he started again Thar
hain't no one as know Of to send me an