The Advocate and news., 1898-12-28

Is Santie Kos and where is Oo?"
The snow began to fall in icy bitterness
and beat numerically in the little purple
face.
She arrived in the husier streets and
looked around her wonderingly.
Where are you going, little girl?"
asked q stylishly dressed woman.
ITO mamma" Marjorie said, running
on.
She had faint fear that someone
would stop her and carry her back, so
she kept next to the houses and tried to
go faster than ever
In front Of her stood a handsome stone
house with wide steps leading down 20
the street. In a corner by the steps it
looked warm, and she was so cold. She
huddled herself in 1t and, with the name
Mamma" on her lips, fell asleep.
She was awakened by a hand shaking
her gently. An old man and policeman
stood by her. She looked up and said,
family smiling:
"You are Santie Kos. Is my mamma
wifi yOu" Then the curly head dropped
on her shoulder.
Strong arms lifted her and carried her
into the big, warm house. There plying
hands gently worked with her trying TO
bring her back to warmth and life. Altar
an hours work the labor was rewarded
and Marjorie breathed naturally again
and sank into deep sleep.
Poor little lamb. Where did she come
from?" the old housekeeper said.
When Marjorie awoke she found her
al 10 HnS, haI L.,
room where there was bright fire burn
ing in the CRATE.
She smiled and closed her eyes in sleep
again. She dreamed her mamma was
calling her and, waking up, cried:
Mamma, mamma, here me is."
What is It, dear?" said sweet voice
beside her.
Marjorie looked up and saw a lady
standing beside her. She stretched out
her arms and laughed with glee.
me knOwed med find 90, mamma, for
mes been huntin' 90" she said.
my darling, I'm not your mamma.
Where is she, dear?" the lady asked.
" 'Ess, 90 is me mamma. I know 90
is," Marjorie insisted.
The lady smiled and asked Marjorie If
she would like to get up.
On saying yes she was taken up and
dressed in warm clothes and then carried
down stairs.
There's Santie Kos" Marjorie cried
when she saw the old gentleman who had
found her.
Papa, she calls me mamma" said
the young lady, going over to her father.
Ia ha
gan to talk to her.
She looked around the room and hap
pening to see two pictures hanging sidc
by side, she cried:
1.-TWO mammas! Me sees two man.
mast"
The old gentleman looked at his
daughter and said in surprise:
what can the child mean, Blanche?
She sticks to it that you are her mother
and calls those two pictures mamma
Perhaps her mother looked like you"
"Me's got mamma in here, too," Mar
iorie said, pulling little loCket on lit
tie gold chain around her neck.
Papa, it's the mate to mine!" cried
Blanche.
They examined it and opened 1t by
little secret spring.
"'It's Bertha!" she exclaimed
There, inside, was picture, and be-
meath it was written, Bertha L. Stat
son, age 49,"
Blanche opened one just like it and be-
meath her picture was written, Blanche
L. StatsOn, age 49,"
"Oh, papa, this is Bertha's child" she
cried, hugging Marjorie and kissing her.
Mr. Statson watched for the evening
paper and read where child had strayed
from No. 10 Peck street. He drove there
in haste and asked for the landlady.
They had long talk and she told him
how the mother Of Marjorie had lived
with her for five years. The first year
hnr. husband died and q week after his