Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1898-09-21

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, clung to
the motherless child with all the
vehemency of a first love. Night and
day she prayed that something might
Interfere to let her keep the girl a little
longer.
And the unexpected happened. A
stranger alighted one day from the sim
gle-horse fly. which piled between the
railway station and the best hotel In
town. He was handsome, prosper
ous-looking man. His clothes and the
alligator bag indicated that. He asked
for the best room in the house and paid
Tor 1t in advance. The morning after
, his arrival he set out for the parson-
age, and through the volubility of the
minister's housekeeper. 1t soon leaked
put that he had come to inquire about
Mrs Rossiter. The parson took him
first to the little graveyard and showed
him the mound beneath which the old
char-woman lay buried. Then he ac-
, -ompanied him to the orphanage to see
little Bee.
Lizzie Macready was busy at a win.
low, when the stranger and the parson
walked up the gravel path. The
bronZed face of the former was aglow
with excitement. Lizzie had never seen
a more pleasing face, she thought. 1t
was Il good, honest face. too, and when
a moment later she was requested to
bring little Bee to the reception room,
, her heart throbbed wildly. Perhaps
her prayer had been heard!
The woman and the child entered the
room, and the stranger came forward
TO greet them. He caught the little girl
| in his arms and kissed her. Bee, who
| had never before been caressed by a
| man, wound her arms around his neck
| and laid her head on his shoulder. A
good omen, thought Lizzie, and con-
! lidingly shook the strangers hand.
| Tke minister introduced the visitor as
His father, wild. reckless fellow, had
/ left his wife. He had taken their child,
| boy, with him. The boy was the
! man, who now stood before them.
| They had drifted to the mining camps
/ of Colorado and there COrrell had
| amassed riches A few months ago he
lied, leaving everything to his son and
implOring him to find his mother. This
| the son did He had learned Of his
| mothers divorce and marriage to Ros-
| sitter, and of the birth of a baby girl.
| Their trail led to the little mountain
! town in Vermont, and here he found
one In her grave, the other a public
charge in an Orphanage. Now he
would take her away with him and
| spend his riches upon her. In a day
Or two he would be ready to depart.
Lizzie Macready grew pale as death,
when he announced his intention. The
child. still nesting In his arms, held out
her hand to her foster-mother.
Dear Number Six" she cried, Il can
! never leave yOu"'
Sweet bushes crept in the girls
cheek at this avowal of affection on the
part of the child. The stranger
stopped and kissed her hand.
How can l ever thank you for wha,
For DAYS Mr. Correll. the rich young
miner, fingered in the little mountain
town. Again the gossips got together
wondering what kept him In q place Sc
devoid of attraction to people with
money. There was nothing in the way
of little Bees departure. Surely that
foolish young woman, Lizzie Mac
-. would not again interpose silly
.Jjections.
Every day the stranger went to the
2rrhanage to spend hours with his lit
lie sister and her beloved Number Six,
ror he insisted that Lizzie Macready
should accompany her charge on all
their strolls through the garden.
At last he Informed the landlord OF
the little hostelry that he would depart
the next day. He ordered a four-seat
carriage instead Of the single hy to
take him to the station.
Il am not going alone this time" he
said, with happy smile.
Going to take the little girl with
you, l see," answered the landlord.
saying to s.tmself that there would be
one less for the county to feed.
"Yes, and wifev' continued Correll,
"A wife" gasped the innkeeper.
"Whers ID you get herr