Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1897-08-21

coffee. sweets all these things MFR. Fol
1 lott enjoyed because. in their way.
they were psrfecS And he was Just
eulling out few monster strawber-
ries from among their green leaves
when a footstep sounded on the YER
anda.
| He looked quickly up. A tall child
OF Is stood there. her face flushed, her
hair disheyeled and her thick boots
powdered over with the fine dust Of the
roads,
4 am so hungry burst involuntar-
lily from her lips. Can't have one Of
those cakes?s
Mr.. Folliott frowned and shook his
head.
II you are beggar." he said. you
had better go around TO the back door.
Mrs Hanford will give You something.
/ dare say
The child blushed deeply and drew
herself up with something Of uncon-
scious dignity.
I'm not beggar.- she said. Cant
girl be hungry without being a beg
gar? / have come here 10 look for
Paul Folliott.''
That's my name" said the old gem
tlenan. little suspiciously.
Then she said. composedly. II
have come here to be your little girl
am Oracle Bellaire. Ny papa was
Colonel Bruce Bellaire. and when he
died he said that you would take care
OF me. Here are his letters. And. now.
please. let them give me something to
eat
And this was the way in which
/ Grace Bellaire came 20 the house OF
fsr fathers distant kinsman. Paul
/ Fclliott.
she was pretty child. when the
cust was washed out OF her dimples
ard the shining brown cBrls were
brushed into something like shape. she
Lad Bruce Bellaire's large. dreamy EYES
and exquisite Greek profile. and Mr.
Foiliott, even while he experienced a
thrill Of CONSERVATION at this new
Charge, felt his heart warm toward
/ her.
MY dear" said he. "you are nias
little girl. but what can do with your"
I Il could stay here and play, couldn't
IL" said Oracle. innocently.
But there is something else in thu
world for little girls 10 do besides play.
Ing" said Mr. Folliott-and so ne toos
counsel with good Mrs. Hanford. his
I housekeeper.
Dear heart, sir" said that kindly
! parsonage. .'it seems to me PLATA
enough. Why don't you send her 20
Mrs. John Folliott? Don't you remem-
Der last summer, when she was here
and you helped her out with the debts
that troubled her so badly, she declared
she would do anything in the world tn
show her gratitude? And she's GOT
daughters Of her own, hasn't she? Who
IS there in all .tha world that could
bring Miss Oracle up better than she 2"
Mrs. Hanford, You are a genius"
said Mr.. Folliott. why on earth
didn't think of that myself"
Mrs John Folliott came 10 the
Grange at once-a portly. smiling ma
tron.
The darling" she cried. enthusiag
tically embracing Oracle. who lookeJ
rather awed at the sight OF so mnca
splendor, y shall love her as dearly 81
IL she were my own, Poor. dear Coussa
Bruce! How well | remember hin !
You sweet one, you are the very pis-
ture of your papa"
SO Mrs. John Folliott, greatly 70
5oicfns. returned to the brown-stonr
house in New York. whose rent wAs
unpaid, and to the daughters. whose
expensive dresses were yet written an
on the wrong side OF Mile. Surlitcr'a
books.
It's positively proyidentiai." raid
Mrs. Foliiott. "A thousand dollars a
year clearly added 10 our incomer
But there ID that great awkward
child TO bring up," said Madalena FoI-
lott, handsome brunette. who mad
Just made her debut in society.
"oh. that does not signify" said he
serene matron. Her cost will be III.
soluteky nothing"
And go, in the course Of a few weaks
Oracle Bellaire found herself settling
hcWh W bHF pOSiEIUU tHIY maid tn
the three Misses Fclliott. She geweh
the buttons on Madalena,g boots ehp
ran out on rainy days, when the very
'chambermaid objected on account 1T
the weather. to match shades Of woysf-
ed and floselle for Alicette, the seeag i
daughter; she washed Florenee's mo-
die for her. and wept many te.r of
bitter modification the while. And
By degrees her shoes grew worn and
rusty, her healthy young growth out
stripped the limits Of her coarse serge
gowns. her bonnet and mantle became
80 shabby that she could not 60 out
except under cover Of the friendly
dusk. Once. driven 70 desperation. she
wore Florence's white chapeau and
soft seal Jacket. But she never re.
peated the experiment. for Mrs. Fol
lott met her on the stairs and flashed
the light Of her great, black eyes mon
her In manner that was truly apDal-
ling.
III ever you presume to do sueh a