Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1899-12-11

More that she was doing a brave anu
heroic thing in denying herself for the
benefit of one whom she deemed yet
poorer and more helpless than herself
nor to Millicent that she was acting
the part of recreant.
The little room in the front of the
cottage second story was fitted up
prettily for the orphaned Australian
boy-Catherine had sold her cabinet
| organ to buy the furniture-and Dor
| cas- in a clean white apron and ribbons
was bustling around, while Mrs. Hop
| per had already arranged her stock OF
| bonnet frames, ribbons and artificial
| flowers in the lower windows.
It was a lovely June day, with tho
| sky blue and clear as baby's eyes
| and the air full of scents from the BIOS
soming buckwheat fields, Catherine
More. having, not without difficulty,
obtained a temporary substitute in her
school. went to New York to meet her
new charge in the steamer Harvest
Lass, which had been telegraphed from
Sandy Hook the day before.
Little Willie will know me-" she
said to herself, because l sent my
photograph by the last mail. l wanted
my face to seem familiar to him, poor
lone lamb"
She stood on the pier eagerly scan
ming the countenance of every child
that landed, her face Frightened once
or twice as she saw boy whom she
thought might be Willie, when all OF
sudden a hand was laid lightly on
her arm and she found herself looking
I'D into a handsome, bronzed face far
above her.
"Sir!' she cried, starting back.
I beg your pardon said frank,
pleasant voice, II did not mean to
alarm you But is this Miss More?"
She inclined her head.
Il am your cousin William"
And this time Catherine started back
in more surprise than ever.
Sir" she said, you are mistaken.
William is little boy"
Hardly" returned the tall stranger,
unless you would call me little boy.
Dear Cousin Kitty, no one ever told
you l was a child or poor. 1t was
l.
am independent and wealthy, and, as
l have come to mans estate, think 1t
is rather my duty to take care of you
than to allow you to take care of me-"
Catherine looked at her handsome
cousin in mute amazement. This
grand upsetting of all her theories and
ideas was more than she could COM
prehend just at once.
But, Will
But, Catherine. Nay, my dear lit
tie gray-eyed cousin, the lawyers have
told me how willing you were to adopt
and care for the homeless orphan, and
how my Cousin Millicent shrank from
the task. And from the bottom OF
my heart l thank you for what you are
ready to do"
How Dorcas started when she saw
what sort of fellow little Willie
had proved to be. How Mrs. Hopper
giggled behind her bonnet frames
when she thought of the little child's
crib and the picture books upstairs.
''Of course, such an elegant young
gentleman as that will go to the no.
tel" said Mrs. Hopper. But he did
not. He stayed at the cottage, sleep
ing on the back parlor sofa until other
accommodations could be provided for
him. And when Millicent came over
with her prettiest smile and out
stretched hand the young Australian
received her with an odd, curt cold
less that made her feel excessively un-
You see, Cousin Milly," said he,
you didn't want to be bothered with
ne; you thought the Australian au-
horities ought to be compelled to pro-
tide for me-
And when Mrs. Hopper heard that
title Catherine More was to marry her
ich cousin she wasn't at all sur
Irised.
Its the most natural thing in the
World" said she, only it's pity that
,athie isn't little prettier.'
But Catherine More was satisfied
nth her lovers declaration that to
i'm her plain face was the sweetest
q all the world.
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