The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1894-06-23
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d am Angela, aud l want my man,
ma to come and fetch NO." 50 the child
had been told she was to answer. For
some one will come out OF that Bis
house aud ask your nnme," Mrs. Man.
by had explained. "But you are no,
to be afraid, for | shall be near you all
the time, and Charlotte, too"
II am Angela" the baby voice had
repeated over and owe again, pulling
at the artists dress or picking thu
bright yellow flowers anon whict
she passed tho morning. The word,
came like the refrain of a little song
81 am Angela. | want my
mum-a."
For the sixth or seventh time Mrs
Winstnnley,Sdespite her resolution t,
the contrary. had approached the win
dow OF her sitting-room to see the lit
tie sleeping form stretched out upon
her grass and her Indignation rose
against The neglected. mother.
Gould L"
But it was a memory of her own
happy motherhood in long past yearl
which was rising, and with stern self,
control Mrs. Winstanley forced herself
to dismiss all such memories. And
yet there would come u thought of her
own, her baby Amabel-for AmabeI
had the fair hair and the delicate vel
rounded little limbs of this stranger
artists child.
+. Thinking of it, Mrs. Winstnnlcy saw
with alarm that the baby WAS waking,
and the dread of being moved and
panied by the cry which would GER
tainly follow the moment of finding
herself alone made tho cold woman
press her hands n%ervously against her
heart rs if to bid it he still.
II am Angela" walled the little
voice in a passion of sobbing. "Anyie
wants mum-mum-a to fetch Augie!"
two moments they were Mrs. Winstan.
ley's W hands which bore the child
into the ~long-hushcd house that now
echoed to the cry: angela wants he,
mammal"
The servants gathered, pitiful of this
child and angry with the supposed
mother.
ats the artist lady that lodges with
Miss Fowls" exclaimed one, who was
hidden to summon that careless per.
sonage to the consolation of her poor
little child.
But there vas no reason to 90 far,
for Mrs. Manly was already at tho
gate, and the first summons carried
her into the room where tho mistress
of the Tower House snt with Angela,
half smiling now, yet half sobbing, on
her knee.
"Sho wants her mother cold Mrc
Winstanley, with gravest reproof In
look and tone, "and l was surprised
that"
THAT Il mother could ever for a mo-
ment forget her child!" said Mrs. Man
by, with tears in her eyes. "Oh, thank
you, dear lady, for those words, be.
cause they-.ell me that you know
that you i:Iye bcen-"
Il can hardly remember what / did
say" so Mrs. Manly confessed OIL try.
Ing to tell me the story of that excit-
Ing day, but spoke of Amabel, my
friend and her daughter-of Amabel
who was, like herself, a widow with
this one only child, and, though at
first she signed me to be %sllcnt,I made
her listen.
And then saw the tears filling her
eyes. and presently these tears dropped
on the child's sweet, little puzzled
face, and knew the cause for which ]
came to plead was won. You guess
now. Miss Fowls, that my visit here
with little Angie was all a plan of my
W TO bring this long-cstranged
mother and daughter together, aud,
lhunk God, IL was Success.r