The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1896-08-13


year after papa's death, | was looking
over some old letters, when a slip of
paper fell to the floor. / picked 1t up,
little dreaming it was of any value
to me, and read these words: "Mrs.
Godfrey Pomeroy, 563 Fifty-third
street, New York"
| was about to crumple it In my
hand, when, like a fash, there anne to
the memory of one day, about a week
before dear papa's death, when the
doctors said: NO hope; annot live
more than a few days"
Almost crazed with grief, l had Civ
EN- little heed to his words when he
gave me this very slip of paper and
scarcely knew what ] did with it. His
words came to me then, however. He
said: "This is the address of my
niece, Brother Henry's oldest daughte.
She may not live there now, but a
letter sent there might reach her"
He tried to say moro, but the effort
was too great and he fell back, faint
ing. From that hour papa sunk rapid
ly, uttering but a few broken sent
ences, though l fancied he had some
| thing to tell me, but could not.
l knew papa had an only brother,
| several years his senior, but had never
seen him. A quarrel had e~nstranged
them and papa never spoke of Uncle
Henry, SO l was ignorant of the whole
IF Emily.
Twas but the work of a few min
utes to find pen, ink and paper flor [
was determined to wTite), n the let
ter that should have been sent many
months ago was soon written. telling
of papa's death and my present con
dition.
At last the day dawned when l
might look for a reply. On-two-
mails came in. but no letter for me.
In spite of all disavowals, l had been
building air-castles on this fimsy
foundation, and as is too often the
EAST with impulsive natures, when it
seemed to dissolve into vapor, my
heart sunk.
When hope was at it's lowest ebb-
tide, Mr.. Doggett's bell rung and !
knew work was awaiting me. The
dictation was particularly difficult and
Mr.. Doggett in no enviable frame of
mind, so what wonder, with the dis
appointment and hard work, that the
tears would flow the minute my desk
was reached.
But only for a moment. There, on
my desk, was a letter! Could it be
the one so anxiously looked for? Yes,
for the postmark read: New York"
With quickly beating pulse l broke
the seal and read: g Fifth avenue,
New York.-My Beloved Cousin"
If that gave me joy, how do you
imagine felt on reading the contents
of the letter? Could | be dreaming?
No, Mr.. and Mrs. Pomeroy were act
ually coming to Chicago on their way
West. They We're to start that very
day, arriving in the city a week later,
stopping at the Richelieu several days.
What happiness in store for me,
who had but a few short minute be-
fore been ready to despair!
But that was not the end of wond-
erful surprises. One, stranger, more
difficult to believe than all else, was
revealed in the next paragraph. Ii
was this: A legacy of $25O,00O had
been left me by papa's sister, or in
the event of my death, to an orphan
asylum. Her lawyers had endeavored
to find me, but as papa had left nc
trace of his wanderings since my ear
ly childhood they had searched in
vain for me for several weeks. AS
surfing me that | would soon receive
official notice of my good fortune, the
letter soon came to an end and fell
from my fingers.
But the task was at last finished and
l was free to don my wraps and es.
cape to the clear, brisk air of a beau
tiful December evening. Had Mr.. Dog
: gett been there l should have told him
l to look for another stenographer imme
+ diately, but was forced to keep the
good news till the morrow.
On the way out l overheard ont
, clerk say to another: Did you see
how beaming Miss Bancroft looks to
l. night? Must have been a letter from
f her best" At another time the re
mark would have been justly resented
{ but it was scarcely needed then.
, Lest you tire of my tale | will hasteI
= to the end. In due time the lawyer
letter reached me and l knew the leg
acy was indeed a reality.
= oh. those last hateful days. l cal
, never obliterate them. How suave
:, how thoughtful, how devoted was MI
DOggett.
Until learning of my good fortune h
had treated me in a condescendin'
e manner, but Miss Bancroft, a stenos
rapher, and Miss Bancroft. an heiress
= were two quite different persons. H
> simply bored MI with his devotion an
invitation after invitation did | tax
:" delight in refusing.
, Would that | might describe to yo1
the meeting with my cousin But tina
! is impossible. 1t was decided l SHOULD
accompany Mr.. and Mrs. Pomeroy t
California, after legally taking pos
session of the money left me, and tina
~ their home was to be mine.
While en- route to California we plan
ned a trip abroad and a few week
- later l determined to continue tn
: study of vocal music under some ia
, nous teacher of the old world.
Il ut is like a fairy tale!" l exclaimed
e heaving a deep sigh as she tinishe
her story. Had l not heard it fror
your own lips | could scarcely beliey
"A it,"
- "Ah, my friend, it has beer too rea
~ to me to doubt one word. Neither hav
~ the last few years been idle Ones, a
though the rough work has been col
- genial and the rough places mad
~ smooth by my love for the art and til
IL belief that in future might give pleas
20 ure to others
The evening is come and the impo'
-, inS mansion is ablaz with light. Ca
:, riaGes are rolling to the entrance in
= continuous stream and fair ladies, L;
=, diant with Jewels, and distiuguishe
=, men admitted to the beautiful home {
=. the Pomeroys. A season had new
- opened more auSDiciously than this Oh