Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1895-07-18


Ben, said she, dear Ben, dom
laugh sc me; bat when look q
this brass warming-pan the old hill
and the old house rise up before m
eyes, and can almost hear IN,
mothers voice again. Let us go I,
this place. Ben. Let us see if thi
butler man don't know somethin,
of the people at home. For In
sure--quite sure-Ben, that this ii
the very shining pau, with the let
ter Ii for Hough, that used to hans
on the walls at home
But it cant be, Nora, said Ben.
Why can't it be, Benz.
We'll, to please you, my girl. III
take you there tomorrow, said Ben.
Not that think it'll be any use.
Look at the lot q picter books. !
got 'em cheap. Thought you could
pick out something for the boy be-
fore we turned 'em over for paper
stock
Who is that, John: Whose
voice is that | hear::'
4 beg pardon, sir; | hope il ain t
disturbed you, said the butler,
apologetically. It's a person in
the rag g-snd-bottle business, sir, as
/ made bold to dispose of some Of
the old household utensils. You
was kind enough to tell me, sir
But here Honora pushed herself
valiantly forward. holding the brass
implement like q golden shield be-
fore her, for she had polished it
brilliantly until now it shone and
glittered bravely.
1T was this old fashioned warm
ing-pan,' said she. Please sir, L m
almost sure it used to hang on the
home walls in County Cavan when
j was girl.
And who are your asked the tall
old mai with the sparkling light
blue eyes aud the duke of Yelling
ton nose who stood towering in the
doorway.
Il am Mrs. Carey, sir. Born
Honora Hough.' simply explained
: Hough, who came over
in the Merchant Prince, July Q,
1s--, and who disappeared unac-
countably, leaving no trace behind
herY said the old man.
Yes, sir, ] came over IN the Mer-
chant Prince, July 0, lS-, admit
ted Honora, with a little gasp.
'And-I think you must be my
Uncle Warren, for your eyes are
like my mothers, and when you
speak to me my heart answers back
to the tone of your voice
She went up to him and put her
hand confidingly in his. He bent
bent over and kissed her.
Il believe, said he, you are the
girl we have looked for so long.
My dear, | buried your aunt q
month ago. There is vacant place
in my home and in my heart. Who
should fill it like my sisters child?
Will you come here and live, little
Nora:'
ooh, / couldn't leave Ben,' said
Honora, quickly.
who is Benz
MY husband
Woman, do you suppose | want
to part wife and husband said the
old man, a twinkle of humor in his
shrewd eyes. "A fine, frank-faced
young fellow he seems to be- as he
extended his hand to Ben. You
and yours are welcome here
Ben Carey smiled.
There's q baby, too said he,
that We couldn't very we'll leave
behind
Il said you and yours repeated
the tall old man. 'Enderby, to the
amazed buttler, call a cab for the
lady to 60 back for her child, and
get the front rooms ready for my
niece and her family. And now
tell me, Honora, how it was that w
missed you when we went to Palac,
Garden for you that day.
Il don't know, uncle said Hon
ora. Il waited there twenty-foul
hours and no one came, and then
took q place with Ben's mother
and afterwards, married Ben
IT'S perfectly unaccountable,
said her uncle, knitting his brow
until they made level line of snow
But never mind, SO long as you ar
here now. The bureau of emigra
tion should be more efficient-tha
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