Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1892-03-04

was smiling.
I'm not she man who sees the stories
Fredrica. be said, "but We will see about
your mammals story and make il al
right. 1t is high time now you were al
home, for somebody will be terribly
alarmed if she gets back and finds her
little Fredlica has disapr cared. Do you
know the way homer"
"Oh yes Fredrica replied You just
60 down to the next corner and the next
ono, the same alike, and another, and
maybe another and you are there.
Eric looked grave, but found that she
knew their address although she could not
tell very accurately how to reach it. He
took the child by me hand and passed out
of the building. Fredrica talked gaily on
the way telling about Mrs. Johnson, the
twins across the way, and Of mamma; Of
the latter she could not say half enough
of praise and admiration. Her heart was
full OF Joy. for she has the big man s
promise that he would ''see about her
mother stories and she was sure all would
be right.
Boynton halted at florists and bought
a pretty bunch OF roses for her that sent
Fredrica into a perfect ecstacy Of happi-
ness. Arriving at the house, he rang, al
though Fredrica desired him to run around
to the side door with her
A lovely young woman with an anxious
look on nor face, opened the door before
the bell ceased to ring.
'Fredrica, " she cried, chow could you
brighten mother go?" she stopped down
and clasped the child passionately to her
breast. Fredrica threw her arms around
her mother neck.
'Liebchen," she whispered audioly,
I've brought the bad CALIFORNIAN nth
me, all except he isn't bad"
Puzzled and confused, Mrs LeCharI-
ton arose and looked at Eric BoyntOn,
who stood, hat in hand, his face softened
by the scene IF mother and child.
u must thank you" she said sweetly,
extending her hand, ''for bringing my
little Fredrica to me. | had just come
home, and had searched the rooms for
her in vain, and was terribly alarmed. 1t
Is not like her to do anything to distress
me.
"Fredrica and [ have something TO tell
you, If you will allow NE to come in. 1t
Is about little matter Of business your
daughter has brought to my notice" said
Eric.
Wondering agnes LeCharlton babe him
enter, and hGFfollOWed her into the little
home that was destined to become a cher
ished retreat to the busy man Of the
world
During the talk that followed, Agnes
learned that Fredrica' s new FREUD was an
editor, and one of the proprietors of the
big evening paper to which she had sent
the story which was returned. It was not
part Of bis work to examine such mat
ter, SO Mrs. LeCharlton' S manuscript had
not coma under his notice. This he ex-
planned as he asked Der to show him her
work.
She brought out the story and some other
sketches, with inward pertuberation, and
gave them to him. Before he had half fin
lshed the first there was the light of ap
prevail in his eyes, and Agnes felt that be
found something of worth in her writing
His words Of praise were few but sincere,
and the criticisms he made were gratefully
received.
When Eric B0yntOn left them, after an
affectionate farewell from little Frederick,
he carried the story with him, promising
to use his influence IN getting it accept
ed. Within a weeks time the story APP
peaTed in the columns Of his paper 1t
was a simple but skillfully drawn pic
tura Of life IN the south, where Agnes had
spent her girlhood 1t pleased the pubIic
who were satiated with the sensational,
unreal tales that VI ere flooding the peri
OdicaIs.
Thanks to Boynton's influence, Mrs.
lie Charlton soon became a regular con
tributor to the paper Their business
relations or what Eric Boyaton insisted
upon calling their business relations
brought them together frequently. He
became a familiar visitor at the little
home. Ere long FREDERICK was almost as
fond Of him as of her mother, and the
rememhranc9s of fruit. flowers and ben
b0ns which he always brought her, did not
diminish her affection.
One day when she sat upon has knee in
the little drawing room, Eric said to her,
''Fredrica, will you 'Liebchen' do what
you ask her to do?'
Yes, indeed, Mr.. Eric. Why?" asked
the child
Then go TO her, dear, and ask her to
bring you and come and live with me, in
my great Dig. lonely house
The big editor voice was full Of some
thing which Fredrica could not under
stand; she looked at him to see what he
meant, but his eyes were fixed On her
mother face, which was bent low ovor
some flowers she held in her hand.
Slipping from his knee, Fredrica ooedi-
emily advanced to her mothers side, and
repeated his words. Then Erie followed;
kneeling beside her, be took her hand in
one of lis, and Fredrica's in the other.
Agnes, he pleaded, "let the child be
my companion as she was once yours be-
fore me. Come with her and fill my life
and my home. Ny days shall be devoted
to making you happy"
As Agnes gave him the answer he long
ed for, wave of of happiness swept over
her. She felt that the man whose heart
was large enough to take in her child and
herself would be faithful to the promises
he made.
Fredrica considerably left them alone,
as she rushed off TO tell the grand news TO
Mrs. Johnson IN the kitchen. She wound
up her recital with: And so Mrs. John
son, mamma and | are all 10th together
going to live at Mr.. Eric's house always
Only you must remember, he wasn't the
bad editor man after all; only the very
incest Icveiest man in the whole wide
Stratton Valentine in
Woman 5 Work.
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