The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1894-09-27
SIX TOONE.
IT say, let's havo her.
uIa IL a yntafn asked nan
CONCLUDED.


tossing around the world again. Shell
be good plaything. I'd keep her."
What says Basiis VIII you have you
nose put out of joint"
"She can't hurt my nose" said Basil.
. And by unanimous verdict "she' wa
admitted to the family circle
She" turned everything topsy turviel
Z than 1t had ever been before. Very tlmit
8 and silent at first the tenderness thu
, waited on her footsteps soon soothed away
= her shyness, and she' unfolded like JUNE
rosebud. No queen was ever more Loyalty
served, and it must be confessed that she
i repaid service with baby gratitude. She
!, walked into Fred's writing desk, threw
his papers oil about the room and adored
, him. She set down her foot in the mid
die of Arthur's best kite and crowed loud
ly to make him look up, She took q
crayon and flashed streaks of black light
ming in Roderic's just completed prize
, drawing and cooed lovingly In his ear.
!, She pulled both wheels OF Basils tin
wheelbarrow, and threw his soft ball into
the coffeepot and WINS so sweet and cum
ming that they laughed at her mischief as
II 1t WINS the incest thing In the world to
be done and loved her with all their
, hearts. To these boys who had never
, known sister, this tiny girls nature was
Ne relation. They never thought of
standing up for their rights against her
enoroschments They battlcd with each
other famously and exacted tho very ut
most fGrthing, but sho walked over oil
\ their necks and was not afraid. Old
Martha softened to her marvclously, and
those mcddlesome fingers worked restless
ly in among Martha's caps and collars as
\ London fingers had never dared to do.
Meanwhile the littlo ono had no name.
i what do you suppose her name is?"'
Basil asked dozen times day How
soon shall we name her if we don't find
out her namef"
And, mamma, If you don't find out
anybody who owns her she'll be chris.
tened Just as we We're, won't shcf''
Yes, dear. We mean to have her"
And her namo will be London some.
thing-no, something Londoni"
"Just so"
And she II be our very own sister-just
the same as II she was horned soii
MOT exactly the same but just as dear,
won't she9 She will not be our own
blood, but she will be our own heart" L
But one day, whom the little girl had
been with them about eight months, there
came letter announcing that the search
had been successful; that the child grand /
father had been found; that he was an
English clergyman and had already started
to visit America and bring tho baby home. (
Tho news fell upon the ears Of the London
family like thunderbolt. They had grad. (,
ually grown into thinking her their own, .
and they shranl from giving her up The
letter had been delayed on its way and
tho day after Its reception the grandfather
arrived. There was II long conference in
tho parlor, to which tho children We're not
admitted. They gathered in the library,
however, and compensated themselves by
abusing their guest.
But when they were called into the par.
lor and presented severally to Mr. Talbot
their anger was turned away Even their
young eyes could see the lines which grief
had traced on that thin face, and net 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 i
which touched theirs to the tendorest 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 arms. Some blind mother,
Instinct controlled her maynard little
heart. ......
$50 these arc my Barbaras brothers, f." ,
he said, with pleased smile.
I'VE hope you will let her be, answer
ed Moore,
II am sure she can fine no better" he
responded, his smile dying like sigh.
You don't mean to take her away, (
please, sirS" asked Arthur eagerly.
Not tonight, my boy" said his father. !
"Mr. Talbot is i'll and exhausted from i
his journey, so we will let that rest and !
talk about it tomorrow
But just tell me, papa" said Basil !
softly, lis that her namcS" 6
YES. Barbara Postlethwaito Talbot is !,
her name" 4
There's lots of It," whispered Dave a
And tomorrow we shall know who's go. y
ing to have herr" i
"Yes, my child Probably tomorrow Mr.. p
Talbot will decide" G
But tomorrow brought the decision from
a higher power than Mr.. Talbot. His
health had been feeble for years Thoanx- y
ety Of suspense which he had endured re.
yarding the fate of his only child Bar. m
bara's father had been too much for him g
Tho news of Barbara S rescue had reused 4
md renewed him once more, but 1t was I,
Jnly for moment, and in the night God 81
sent his angel Delaying yet little while e.
% the prayer of love, the angel stood by 4
lim, clasping close in his hand tho hand
If the weary wanderer, and little Bar.
1ara's happy face shone in his longing
yes. In those last hours he made final tt
disposition Of his affairs, and the child :
vas consigned to the caro- OF the new
friends who loved her so woll.
II have outliyed my family" he said
There Is no other to whom wish to
her. You will cherish her ten
lerly. But he needed no assurance He v
lad seen himself how dear she had grown
o them. D
1t had been her fathers wish that the a
cal of baptism should be set upon her o
ROW by his fathers hands. Itwas decid
d that she should bear her own name, but S
hat tho name of London should be insert
d. The children had gathered in the fr
Dom where the old man lay bolstered up re-
N bed. Mr. London held the little girl in "a
lis arms, and in a few words asked for her G
he blessings of God. Then the dying
nan touched her forehead with the water
t baptism and pronounced with clear
dice:
Barbara Postlethwate London, bap. +
ize thee in the name Of the Father, and Of a
he Son, and OF the Holy Ghost. Amen. :" NJ
Then the angel gently pressed his hand,
nd they two went away together through
no gates Of pearl into the beautiful city, q,
But Barbara staid behind. Her patter.
~ feet make music still in the home that
'ould be lonely without her No spring
toilet Is more lovely than She. No Junc',t
Dse exhales n swectcr fragrance than her i
ewy presence. All the summer birds pc
ing in her Joyous voice. and when the 4
lmmer Is gone and winter seals up the st
lelody and covers away the beauty she An
rings tho perfume OF flowers, tho ripple an
brooks and the hum Of bees around the =.
hearth. - Gail Hamilton In
lone Queen. =
Julius Caesar was assassinatcd on March
), in the year A b. C., at the foot of
ompcy's pillar in tho senate chamber,
ONE. He was Sc years old at tho time of
Is death. The whereabouts OF his tomb
not now known. .r,