The herald., 1894-12-17

walked into Fred's writing desk, thrca
his papers all about the room and adorcl
him. She set down her foot in the mid
do Of Arthur's best kite and crowed loud
ly to make him look up She took
crayon and flashed strcaks of black light
ming in Roder.c's just completed prize
drawing and cooed lovingly in his car.
Shc pulled both wheels OF Basils tin
wheelbarrow, and threw his soft ball into
tho coffcopot and was so sweet and cur.
ming that they laughed at her mischief as
if it was the incest thing in the world to
bo done and loved her with all their
hearts. To these boys who had never
known a sister, this tiny girls nature was
II revelation. They never thought Of
standing up for their rights against her
encroachments They battled with each
other famously and cxactcd tho very ut.
most farthing, but shc walked over all
their ncclss and was not afraid. Old
Martha softcned to her inarvclously, and
those moddlcsome fingers worked restless
ly in among Martha's caps and collars as
London fingers had never dared to do.
Meanwhile tho little ono had no name.
What do you suppose her name ISL"
Basil asked q dozen times day. 'iiow
soon shall we name her if we don't find
out her namcf'
'And, mamma, if you don't find out
anybody who owns her she'll be chris
tened just as We were, won't shc?"
"Yes, dear. We mean to have her.
''And her name will be London some
thing-no, something London?"
Just So"
And she'll bo our very cT7n sistcr-sust
tho sanlo as il she was borncd sop
Not exactly the same, bat just rs dear,
won't she? She will not be our own
blood, but she will be our own heart"
But ono day, when the little girl had
been with them about eight months, there
came letter announcing that tho search
had been successful; that the child s grand
father had been found; that he was an
English Clergyman and had already started
to visit America and bring the baby home.
The news fell upon the cars Of tho London
family like thunderbolt. Thcy had grad
ually grown into thinking her their own,
and they shrank from giving her up. The
letter had been delayed on its way, and
tho day after its reception tho grandfather
arrived. There was long conference in
tho parlor, to which the children were not
admitted They gathered in the library,
however, and compensated themselves by
abusing their guest.
tJUU WUpn Uflty were Cdltcu mo tilc i)lr-
lor and presented severally to Mr.. Talbot
their anger was turned away. Even their
young eyes could see tho lines which grief
had traced on that thin face and not only
in the thin, worn, aged face, but in the
bent and feeble frame they saw the marks
of sorrow--the signs of broken heart
which touched theirs to the tenderostp pity
and sympathy. They felt, but did not
know how deeply they felt. The little girl
contrary to their expectations, was not
afraid, but sat quiet and trustful in her
grandfather's arms. Some blind mother
instinct controlled her wayward little
heart.
$50 these are my Barbara's brothers"
he said, with pleased smile.
1--WE hope you will let her be-" answer
ed Moore.
II am sure she can find no better" he
responded, his smile dying like sigh.
You don't mean to take her away,
please sir?' asked Arthur eagerly
''Not tonight, my boy" said his father.
''Mr. Talbot is i'll and exhausted from
his journey, SO we will let that rest and
talk about it tomorrow.
but just tell me- papa" said Basil
softly, lis that her namc?"
Eyes. Barbara Postlethwaite Talbot is
her name"
''There's lots of it," whispered Dave.
"And tomorrow we shall know who go
ing to have hcr?"
"Yes, my child. Probably tomorrow Mr..
Talbot will decide
But tomorrow brought the decision from
higher power than Mr.. Talbot. His
health had boon feeble for years. The anx
iety of suspense which he had endured re-
garding the fate of his only child Bat
bara's father, had been too much for him.
The news of Barbara's rescue had reused
and renewed him once more, but it was
only for q moment, and in the night God
sent his angel. Delaying yet littlc whi,o
to the prayer of love, the angel stood by
him, clasping close in his hand the hand
of tho weary wanderer, and little Bar
bara's happy face shone in his longing
eyes. In those last hours he nado final
disposition of his affairs and tho child
was consigned to the caro- of tho new
friends who loved her so we'll
II have outlived my family" he said
"There is no other to whom / wish to
commit her. You will cherish her ten
derly' But he needed no assurance. Ht
had seen himself how dear she had grown
to them.
1t had been her fathers wish that the
seal of baptism should be set upon her
| brow by his fathers hands. TWAS decid
| cd that she should bear her own name, but
| that tho name of London should be insert
| cd. The children had gathered in the
| room where the old man lay bolstered up
| in bed. Mr.. London held the little girl in
| his arms, and in few words asked for her
| the blessings of God Then the dying
man touched her forehead with the water
of baptism and pronounced with clear
| voice:
Barbara Postlethwaite London, I bap-
| tize thee in the name of the Father, and of
| the Son, and of the Holy Ghost Amen. I"
Then the angel gently pressed his hand
| and they two went away together through
! the gates Of pearl into tho beautiful city.
| But Barbara staid behind. Her patter-
i ing feet mako music still in the home THAT
| would be lonely without her. No spring
! ,iolct is moro lovely than she. No June
toso cxha,es a swectcr fragrance than her
| levy presence. All tho summer birds
sing in her joyous voice, and when the
! summer is gone and winter seals up tho
leloiiy and covers away tho beauty she
)rings the perfume of flowers tho ripple
| ,f brooks and the hum of bees around the
| ousehold hearth. = Gail Hamilton IL
lone Queen.
Julius Caesar was assassinated on March
| is, in the year IA B. c., at the foot OF
Pompey's pillar in the senate chamber,
Rome. He was So years old Mt the time of
his death. The whereabouts of his tomb
Is not now known.