The Winslow mail., 1898-08-13

days before tnelf summer soJOuri came
to an end.
From that time on Number Six wa
a changed being. She pined ami fret
ted, as the day drew near that ucriC
separate her from the little GIRL. and
Auut Sanders was more than oncs com
PEELED to call in the house physician to
administer 0 her niece.
The girl who had tasted all the bill
terress Of an orphaned life, clung IL
the motherless child with all tie We
hemency Of q first love. Night ard day
she prayed that something Eiightinter-
fere to let her keep the little girl a lit
tie longer.
And the unexpected happened. a
stranger alighted one day frcn the
single-horse fly which piled between
the railway station and the bes. hotel
in town. He was a handsome, prosper-
Gus looking man. His clothes and the
alligator bag indicated that. He asked
for the best room in the house and paid
for it in advance. The morning after
his arrival he set out for the parsonage.
and through the volubility of the min
ister's houselSeeper, it soon leaked out
that be 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 accom-
panied him to the orphanage to see lit
tie Bee.
Lizzie Macready was busy at win
dow 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 good, honest face, too, and when
a moment later she was reques4e ed 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 lis neck
ard laid her head on his shoulder. A
good omen, thought Lizzie, and conlid-
ingly shook the strangers hand. The
minister introduced the stranger. as. Mr..
Correll. little Bees half brother. His
father, wild, reckless fellow, had left
his wife. Tie had taken their child. q
boy, with him. The boy was tins r1ai
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 died leaving every-
thing to his son and impIoTtrg !. im to
find his mother. This the son did. He
had learned OF his mothers divorce and
marriage to Rossiter, 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 public charge in an orpLanage.
Now he would take her away with him
and spend his riches upon her. In a
day or two he would be ready to de-.
part.
Lizzie Macready grew pale as death
when he announced his intention. The
child, still nesting in his arms, held out
her hand to her fcster-motber.
Dear Number Six" she cried. 81 can
never leave you!"
Sweet bushes crept into the girls
cheek at this avcwal of affection On the
part of the child. The stranger stopped
and kissed her hand.
How can l ever thank you for what
yen have done for her!"
For days Mr.. Correli, the rich young
miner, fingered in the little mountain
town. Again the gossips got together,
wondering what kept him IN place so
devoid of attraction to people with
money, There was nothing in the way
of little Bees departure. Surely that
foolish young woman, Lizzie Marready,
would not again interpose silly objec-
tiors.
Every day the stranger went to the
orphanage to spend hours with Ills lit
tie sister and her beloved Number Six.
fer 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 four-seat
carriage instead of single fly 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
yon, see," answered the landlord, say
ing to himself that there would be one
less for the county to feed.
Eyes, and wife!" continued Correll.
GA wife ?" gasped the innl1e eper.
'Where did you get her?"
Cover at the orphsnage. am going
to be married in the morning to Lizzie
Macready-Number six--you know!"
st. Louis Republic.