The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1893-03-31

reading, ''how would you like to have
a cousin to come and live here? A girl
cousin, about your own age, and who
has your name, too-Elizabeth Bas-
sett?"
only stared, far too much amazed
for speech. A cousin! Never had
heard of an uncle or aunt. much less a
cousin.
"But. papa" said, at last, 81 never
knew 1 had cousin"
Q Him! No! Your mother ,cds an
only child, but had brother. Poor
Tom! He and had a quarrel long be-
fore we were either of us married; no
matter about that now. Tom went off
to the west, but he didn't find any of the
wonderful good luck there that some
) men do. The fact is, Bess, Tom was
always lazy. Lazy folks don't get along
ont wests But he is dead, my dear
been dead these ten years, ard his wife
died a week ago aud left a letter for
mes asking me to befriend their only
child. She needn't come here. you see,
if you don't want her"
"Oh, but do want her!" I cried.
"Have not been longing for sister
all MY life? l do want her, papa!
Please send for her."
"verye well, my dear. I will write
at once"
Then l rushed off to find Martha.
who is our head servant. and, some
times suspect, our real housekeeper,
though she lets me have all the honors.
Martha, who had lived with my grand
mother, had known Mr.. Tom. but had
thought he died long ago. She was
very willing, howeversto help me. in
getting one Of the prettiest rooms
ready for Miss Elizabeth" and prom
Used dainties for the feast of welcome.
., At the eleventh hour papa resolved
to go himself and bring the orphan
girl tother new home, sand Martha and
n had esull scope for our hospitable
plans. 1t was not that had anything
to do, for with Dug small family Martha
declared she had hard work, to keep
tie servants busy, in spite of the size
of the house. but liked to fuss about
and select pretty ornaments and trim.
mings for my cousins room.
Perhaps / threw myself into these
preparations with more energy, be-
cause had never quite recovered from
the heartache it gavS ne 80 part with
Herbert Wilson. Two years before
papa had sent him q TO seek his for
tune. and lived byzantine on the hope
of his fndiRg it 1t was a romantic
little love story, and. being SO much
alone, l had suffered more than papa
knew, SO was glad to think of having
comp anton of my ownage
She came with paEy, and rushed into
my arms, appare@tly as pleased as
was. l had pulled down my face to
express my sympathy Yith her recent
loss, but it was wasted sentiment She
did not appear to have any feeling about
il, and longer acquaintance convinced
me that she had no defth of feeling
about anything.
But she was chaSming, little, fairy
like blonde, with fluffy yellow hair,
soft blue eyes and complexion like
strawberries and cream. / felt gigan.
tic when l saw our reflections in q long
mirror, for L was tall, decidedly bru'
nette, and. while 1 was Just six months
the younger. looked five years Older
than the child like little butterfly.
It was pretty to see how she enjoyed
the luxuries about her, the dainty food,
tho coy arm chairs, and, above all, the
idleness. Poor little mitel She had
faced poverty ever since she was born
end she enjoyed comfort g much s
kjttau.