The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1897-09-29


was born. The other was ten years |
older. 1t had been issued by n minis
ter in a small town OF New York, and |
by 1t the woman had become the wife |
of a man named Correll.
This was news. indeed, to the deni-
zens OF Water Hollow, and they at once
specialized what had become of her
first husband. BY the time they had
found something else to talk about
Baby Bee was forgotten, so far as they
were concerned.
Slowly the little girl grew. tenderly
cared for by Number Six. who had be-
come deeply attached to her, and could
not endure to have her out OF her
sight. Several opportunities presented
themselves for Bees adoption, but Liz
zie Macready objected. She could not
bear TO think of a separation from the
little waif whose life, like hers. seemed
cast In lonely paths. But there came
time when even Lizzie could no
| longer expect TO retain control OF Bee
| Rossiter. A childless couple had come
to summer at neighboring resort In
the Green Mountains, and while on
their journey visited the orphanage.
They had long ago decided to adopt
child, and glance at little Bee salts
| fed them that she was just what they
wanted. The bargain was made and
II was agreed that Bee should be sent
/ to them few days before their sum-
mer sojourn came to an end.
From that time on Number Six was
a changed being. She pinned and fret
ted, as the day drew near that would
separate her from the little girl, and
Aunt Sanders was more than once COM
PEELED to call in the house physician to
administer to her niece.
The girl, who had tasted all the bit
terness OF an orphaned life. chung TO
the motherless child with all the
yehemency of first love. Night and
day she prayed that something might
interfere to let her keep the girl little
longer.
And the unexpected happened. A
stranger alighted one day from the sin
gle-horse fly. which piled between the
. railway station and the best hotel II
town. He was handsome, prosper
. ous-looklng man. His clothes and the
, alligator bag indicated that. He asked
for the best room in the house and pait
t for 1t In advance. The morning aftel
his arrival he set out for the parson
age, and through the yolubillty of thu
p minister's housekeeper, 1t soon Leaked
I out that he had come to inquire abou
9 Mrs. Rossiter. The parson took hin
!. first to the little graveyard and showe
n him the mound beneath which the oil
char-woman lay buried. Then he az
! companIed him to the orphanage to Sc
n little Bee.
a Lizzie Macready was busy at VIII
d dow, when the stranger and the parse
= walked up the gravel path. TIL
a bronZed face OF the former was aglo'
with excitement. Lizzie had never see
more pleasing face, she thought.
\ was good, honest face, too, and whe
\ a moment later she was requested
Il bring little Bee to the reception-roon
Il her heart throbbed wildly. Perhal
her prayer had been heard
1 The woman and the child entered Il
room and the stranger came forwal
II to greet them. He caught the little q
III in his arms and kissed her. Bee, wi
had never before been caressed by
man, wound her arms around his net
II and laid her head on his shoulder
N good omen, thought Lizzie, and co
h fidingly shook the strangers han
| The minister Introduced the visitor
Mr.. Correll, little Bees half-broths
His father, wild. reckless fellow. hi
err left his wife. He had taken their chill
ed boy, with him. The boy was t
W. man, who now stood before the
he They had drifted to the mining cam
ad of Colorado and there Correll h
amassed riches. A few months ago
ar, died, leaving everything to his son a
he implorlng him to find his mother. II
tie the son did. He had learned of
lat mothers divorce and marriage to r.
ter sitter, and OF the birth of baby q
by Their trail led to the little mounts
ed town In Vermont. and here he fou
The one In her grave, the other q pub
K charge In an orphanage. Now
ne. would take her away with him a
ng spend his riches upon her. In
ate or two he would be ready to depart
ist- Lizzie Maeready grew pale as dea
ere when he announced his intention.
as child, still nestllng in his arms, held
Id her hand to her foster-mother.
Dear Number Six" she cried, u {
,m- never leave your
In Sweet bushes crept in the 81
of cheek at this avowal Of affection on
lde, part OF the child. The stran
ira stopped and kissed her hand.
FRS How can ever thank you for W
GER you have done for herr
ced For days Mr.. Correll, the rich yo'