Middletown transcript., 1894-03-24
awaiting her, with an open letter in his


. hand.
. sThis came in the morning post
! Miss Cynthia, and came ri !. ht over t.
! see you. My friend writes she is Oh
r the children's committee and is espec
; tally interested in getting pleasan
home for awhile for little girl o
eight years, who lives with hard
working aunt, and delicate boy o
two; both are orphans"
AS he spoke and looked at her in
quirlngly the tender chord which haC
never vibrated to the love of a mother
for her own little ones now awoke ant
vibrattd TO sweet symphonies, "I'l
take them, too" she said promptly
"an' four more, parson, just as | first
said. When will they be here?"
TO morrow evening, Miss Cynthia
if it's not too soon for you,'
I'm he ready, parson."
How pretty the tent looked, con.
traced With the green grass and trees
The stove was arranged, and drew
beaut fully, and the table was just
long enough to seat her expected
guests. Miss Cynthia now busted her
self in making stores of good, plain
gingerbread and large, delicious white
and brown loaves.
Il can git plenty Of milk from Mis-
Jenkins, on the edge of town, fresh an
Itch, an that's what they'll want, poor
dears. The strawberries is all gone,
but there's the black caps jist ripe, an
sweet apples an vegetables" quoth
Miss Cynthia.
The lavender scented sheets were
aired and put on the beds, with the
pretty quilts from the big chest. and
the trundle bed was set up in the kit
chen, "fur me an that blessed baby" !"
Miss Cynthia said, with an air Of
proud proprietorship, which there was
no one but Tabby to see.
! w HtD tilc uOhu IL tldll NHlotiCu IHC
following evening Miss Cynthia was in
quite a fiutter, as she stood on the
front step and gazed down the street.
Direc ly Parson Crane came in sight,
a baby i'll his arms, a little girl clinging
to one hand and four small boys walk
ing behind. Miss Cynthia opened the
gale, took the baby from the parson,
kissed each chld's clean, shining face
and, thanking Mr.. Crane for his trou-
BILE, marshaled her charges into the
house.
Miss Cynthia had not anticipated an
entirely clear sky in this new departure,
but her little flock were really very
manageable. The tent was great
delight to them, the green grass, where
they could roll and tumble; the cool,
shallow stream, in which Miss Cynthia
allowed them to paddle, and the sweet
scents and sounds of country life, all
possessed charms for these city waits.
Little Stella Rudman soon became
quite help and pleasure to Miss Gym
thia; baby Harry grew fat ard rosy,
and daily endeared himself more and
more to her heart, and at the close of
days Will spent in working, amusing
and instrueting her young charges,
when she lay down to rest, with Harry
in her arms. his rosy cheek against her
own, she felt that she had never been
truly happy before.
The outcome of it all was that at
the expiration Of the month only four
sunburnt, happy children returned to
their city homes. Stella and Harry
remained as Miss Cynthia Rays
adopted children.
The tent was taken down and the
little brown house had resumed its
usual appearance. when early one
morning Miss Cynthia spied Carpenter
Thomson, rule in hand, taking the
measurement of the front of her house.
He was certainly laboring under
some mistake, aud she hurried out to
tell him that she had given up the idea
Of having a porch.
Mr.. Thomson suspended operations
and gaZed at her with a broad smile
and twiukling eyes.
"I'm agoin' to put up porch, Mis-
Cynthy, AN no expense to you, an no
questions to be asked and no names
given, Mis- Cynthy.''
"Oh! l could not think of such
thing. I've always paid fur all I've
got," she exclaimed in distressed
tone.
Mr.. Thomson planted his feet firmly,
| as if determined to stand his ground,
| and knit his brow. ''L.ook ahere, Miss
Cynthy, jist suppose fur argurying sake
there was somebody in this town of
ourn who waits on the sick and blind
| AMI lame and takes little orphans
under her wing, am certain persons
| (no names mentioned, remember)
wanted to make memorial of her"
(here Mr.. Thomson paused, doubling
that he had used the correct world,
whats the odds and where's the
objection, Miss Cynthy2 l sees none."
Miss Cynthia's eyes filled with happy
tears; her independent spirit could not
brook charity. but this kind deed was
SO delicately proffered she felt that it
would be ungrateful to refuse.
So Miss Cynlhia's cherished dream
was realized. A climbing rose and
| Virginia creeptr soon festO0ned
pretty, white painted porch with
green band, and her kindly, honest soul
never had cause to regret the summers
sacrifice that had produced such happy
results.
| Invalids' Hotel anI Surs sIc u In .tit:l5c
This widely celebrated institution,
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