The free press. (Poplarville, Miss.) 1890-19??, 1897-07-22

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Mr.. Folliott was very rich man,
| md his cook had once been a pupil OF
|be great Soyer, so that the meal, al
|honch unostentatious in every respect,
las Of the best and choicest. The
|sparagus soup,a delicate young baked
|bad roast ham with champagne sauce,
salad. coffee, sweets-all these things
Er Folliott enjoyed because, in theil
iay, they were perfect. And he was
hst culling out few Strawberries
|om among their green leaves when Q
botstep sounded on the veranda.
He looked quickly up. A tall child
l3 stood there, her face flushed, her
lir disheveled and her thick boots
bwered over with the fine dust of the
ads.
II am so hungry, burst unvolun'
lilly from her lips. "Can't l have
e of those cakes?"
Mr. Folliott frowned and shook his
ad.
'Tf you area beggar, he said, "you
better go around to the back door.
Hanford will give you something,
se say"
hhe child blushed deeply and drew
fself up with something of uncon-
pus dignity
I'm not beggar, ''she said. "Can't
irl be hungry without being beg
|? Ihave come here to look for
ul Folliott."
That's my name, said the old gen
pan, little suspiciously.
Them" she said, composedly, 81
e come here to be your little girl.
b Oracle Bellaire. My papa was
onel Bruce Bellaire, and when he
he said that you would take care
pc. Here are his letters. And,
please, let them give me some
g to eat"
nd this was the way in which
ce Bellaire came to the house OF
fathers distant kinsman, Paul
lott
be was a pretty child, when the
was washed out of the dimples
the shining brown curls were
ned into something like shape.
mad Bruce Bellaire's large, dreamy
ana exquisite Greek profile, and
o9lliott, even while he experienced
Ill OF CONSERVATION at his new
Be, felt his heart warm toward
~ DEAR" said he, "you are nice
grl, but what can I do with
could stay here and play, couldn' t
ald Oracle, innocently.
ut there is something else in the
Tor little girls to do besides
lg' said Mr., Folliott, and so he
counsel with good Mrs. Hanford,
pusekeeper.
ear heart, SIR" said that kindly
mage, sit seems to me plain
a. Why don't you send her to
'ohn Folliott? Don't you re-
|ef last summer, when she was
nd you helped her out with the
mat troubled her so badly, she
ea she would do anything in the
10 show her gratitude? And
10Y daughters of her own, hasn't
who is there in all the world
''la bring Miss Oracle up better
Hanford, you are a genius!"
Il, Folliott. ''Why on earth
| think Of that MYSELF"
John Folliott came to the
a' once-a portly, smiling ma
uarllng," she cried, enthusias-
embracing Oracle, who looked
awed at the sight of SO much
y i shall love her as dearly
D We're my own! Poor, dear
pruce! How well I remember
taa - sweet one, you are the very
Of pour papap'
=. John Folliott, greatly re-
returned to the brown-stone
new York, whose rent was
a. ana to the daughters, whose
= dresses We're yet written up
wrong side Of Mile. Surlitor's S
Il: positively providentiali" said
Inoit. "a thousand dollars
n sariy added to our income!''
'uere is that great awkward
oring up, said Madalena
handsome brunette, who
made her debut in society.
,,a' does not signify, said
matron. Her cost will
'Sly nothing, 4