Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1897-07-21

smut up OH bfeau anu wafer IOT
month";
But ! have nothing to wear!" plead.
ed Grace.
Your clothes are good enough,
said Mrs. Folliott, sharply There Is
nothing so sinful as vanity"
But when l go to school" began
Grace.
You are not going to school," said
Mrs. Folliott 1t is your business to
stay here and help Jane with the china
and silver and make yourself useful.
You are not a young lady, like Miss
Alicette and Miss Florence--you are
only working girl"
Child though she was. Oracle Bel
laire comprehended the injustice of all
this. Kind old Mr.. Folliott hadn't
meant this when he gave her over into
Mrs. John Foiliott's change. He must
have forgotten to send the money,
Grace thought, or she never would
have been treated thus.
It's shame said honest Bridget,
the cook. 1.-THE child ought to have ex-
ercise at least"
Sure, II she was the cat they
couldn't take less notice of her" said
Norah, the waitress.
And just look at the clothes OF her,
said Fannie, the smart chambermaid.
She's kept me awake with her
cough for two nights" said Bridget,
and all the paregoric | give her don't
loose it up a bit"
For Mrs. Folliott. under an extra
pressure of company, had ordered
Grace to sleep with Bridget for night
or two. and when the company was
gone nothing had been said about her
resuming her little room again.
:he girls need it to keep their sum
met dresses in" said Mrs. Folliott
And Grace is just as we'll off with
Bridget"
they wouldn't care If she coughed
herself out Of the world entirely" said
Noyah.
Worse luck to EN-" said Fannie
But nobody ever yet ground down the
orphan and the fatherless without
there was a judgment on EN- for It,"
Mr.. Folliott all this time was begin
ming to be a little uneasy. His elegant
city relative wrote at stated intervals,
but her communications were eminent
ly unsatisfactory.
Il should like to see the child" he
said within himself And last night
| dreamed that Bruce Bellaire came to
me, just as he used to look, and asked
me what | had done with his one eve
lamb. | don't believe in supernatural
warnings. | never had any faith in
signs and omens. But | believe | will
60 down to New York and see il
Oracle is WE'LL
And so, late one snowy December
night, there came a tremendous peal
at the doorbell of Mrs. John Folliott's
mansion. That lady was absent at a
fashionable reception with her three
daughters Notah and Fannie had gone
u visit friend in a neighboring
kitchen, and Bridget half asleep,
stumbled to the front door and opened
ii.
Miss Grace is it?" she stammered
r'Sure, II yszll step in the parlay I'll
send heRIp TO you"
IN" repeated the keen old gentle
man: where is she?"
In the kitchen, sir" confessed
Bridget.
Il will 20 where she is" said Mr..
Folliott. Take me to her at once"
Poor little Oracle sat before the
kitchen fire, the meekest and palest Of
Cinderellas, in an unconsciously
drocring attitude. Her dress was worn
and faded her hair brushed back in a
plain plait, her cheek TRANSPARENCY
pale, and there was an expression in
her eyes, as they looked into the red
embers that made MIR, Folliott,s heart
ache.
I've not come any too soon" he
thought, and hen he said aloud:
Oracle! Little Graeie,"
With sudden cry she sprang to her
feet and ran sobbing into his arms.
ooh. take me away she exclaimed.
oh. am SO miserable herew-
The old man looked at her. with
tears in his eyes.
Il have made a mistake, Oracle"
said he. mo man can do his duty by
proxy | should have kept you my
self. Never mind. little one, hence
forward you shall be all my own
He turned to Bridget.
Pack her clothes, said he, and
losa no time"
Bridget stared. Are you going to
take her away, sir?" said she.
Mr. Folliott nodded.
And it's glad of ii am" said the
honest girl, for though it's weariful
lonesome | shall be without her. it's no
place for a gentlemans daughter Is
this ovid black-beetle-ha haunted kitchen.
No more it ANTI"
And when Mrs. Folliott and her
returned tired and cross. al
o'clock in the morning, there was no
patient Oracle to do the duties of
Iady's maid to them And a note from
heir rich relative on the tall table ex-
planned the phenomenon.
Mrs. FOlliott grew pale as she read
he curt words in which Cousin Paul
expressed his meaning.
we shall never have a cent from
lim again as long as we live" said she.
But Oracle. secure in his parental
Owe, was happy, and when she looked
back over those New York days they
seemed like nothing but troubled
lream
From which she had awakened,
hank heaven New York Ledger.
Turk and Armenian.