The Mena weekly star., 1897-08-18

| cheeks and sparkle to the tired eyes which made him very attractive hero. As the afternoon darkened his head was pillowed on Miss Angell's arm.
 T guess you are good deal like an angel" having had her name exchanged for his own. Anyway, l guess you are an answer to my grandmas prayer l She asked God to let me find a friend wherever l had to go. 1 don't believe | she would have thought l could come so far alone; she didn't like to have me go to the village alone, but Mrs. Brown, she said 1 must go to my father" | And the father he could not remember at all! Poor little wanderer But now, whatever might be in store, he slept on Janet's arm. the sleep of childish trust and safety.
 This was a slow train at best; and there had been a hot box, and then tedious detention on a side track for the passing of the east-bo1nd train. So it was growing very late, and no one could guess what time the city would be reached, since the right of way was lost. Judge Adams, Janets friends husband, whom she had never seen. was to meet her; it was not agreeable that his acquaintance with her should begin with this uncomfortable experiences She had taken "her ain gait; and for once 1 knew a reason for having my own way" she said to herself, looking down at the still, white face under the swaying lamp.
 It was early rather than late when the few through passengers from Chi cago, stiff, sleepy and cross entered the great empty station-quite two o'clock. Two weary-looking men, with that not to be disguised air of reproach with which innocent travellers by delayed train are always greeted, came down the long platfrom.
 Little Jamie, half-carried by Miss Angelrs firm hand, stumbled sleepily and was scarcely aroused by her cheery assurance.
 Here they are, Jamie! That is Judge Adams, 1 know, and the other must be your papa"
 But while the recognized stranger ex- tendeda courteous greeting to the larty the other looked aDNiously about, diyed into the waiting-room and out again, muttering audibly:
 Didn't come, after all! Can't depend on woman, only to change her mlnd." as he turned impatiently into the street. You are wondering about my little charge" Janet began, and found her voice trembling with fatigue and excite ment. Where could that man be?
 Jamie Pine has come from Vermont to meet his father here. Perhaps it is not strange they have missed each other, but how shall we proceed to find him?"
 Pine, did you say?"
 The judge looked sharply at the child, who seemed the least interested of the three. What is the mans busness?'
 Jamie says he works in a lumber mill"
 Jim Pine!" a train hand standing near interrupted. George! who's go- | ing to tell that baby?" he almost whis- l pered Come over here, mister"
 He turned his big black thumb over | lowed.
 Never heard of no such thing outside story book" he ejaculated. hoarsely Lawyer, ain't you? Seen you in court seems to me. Say. that must be Jim Pine sent up for life last week. count of that killing scrape down III the lun- her district An that little feler. Rough. ain't itY
 Miss Angell's imagination had not all been mortgaged to the realities of 40 years; she felt she knew dreadful 1 story. though she heard not a word
 Something has gone amiss. know" she said, looking upat the troubled face of the man. who walked slowly back to her. Jamie was fast asleep again. his head prone on the iron arm of the sta ton bench.
 This child must be put to bed. Can not you vouch for me at some Dear-by hotel and make my peace with Mar garet until to-morrow-to-day, rather?
 Her smile was faint, and she caught at the back of the seat.
 Margaret will forgive anything but my failure to bring you home There is one more uptown car; we can get lt if we do not delay. Come, little man.
 Janet had expected to be pleased with Margarets husband, but she felt rush of deeper feeling than mere liking as the tall man took the still unconscious child in his arms and, directing the porter with the baggage of the travel CTS, led the way to the corner She saw him set his lips tightly as an old, glazed