The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1899-11-29

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| ours, Ike the hair of a saint s,gaInt
Cecilia they called her And Alice
answered TO the name of Cecilia"
among her new friends.
| 1t was November again. The leaves
| were once more dressed in the golden
| glory OF Autumn, when Alice betook
herself to Mayvile. Her mother had
dicd. ana In a mournful little process
sion, formed by the hearse and one
| carriage, Alice had gone to the old
village churchyard to lay the dear par
ent by the side of the father.
Thnt evening Alice left the little
boarding house In the village, where
no one had known her. and went for a
walk.
InstInctlvely her feet turned toward
the old cottage. and, before she real
ized II. she stood upon the threshold
or the happy old home. II was closed
and the vines grew thick over the en-
trance.
Sad, sad" murmured abe turning
away.
Mamma, mammal called a child
lsh voice, and Alice turned to see a
baby struggling at her dress and plead
Ing with outstretched arms to be lifted
up. while man pulled the child away.
sudden cry OF Erwin" sprang to
her lips. but she bit 1t back.
hope you viii excuse my little boy,
| madame" said the gentleman. but his
mother has died only recently and
there Is something In your figure and
looks which reminds him of her."
Mamma, mammal" called the child
piteously. -
Lifting him tenderly Alice pressed
him to her BOSOM
Now. Erwin" said the gentleman to
the enid, SAY goodbye to the lady"
mo, no" said the child, struggling
as his father attempted to take him.
II want mamma to go too"
A bright idea occurred to Alice. She
hesitated minute. Yes, she would do
II. She was so lonely now,
"Will you hire me as a nursemaid?"
she asked. Il am In Mayville looking
for n situation
Gladly" said the gentleman. "since
little Erwin has taken such fancy to
you"
All that autumn and all winter Alice
lived in the Wardman household, Cor
or course 1t was the elegant home Of
Erwin Wardman in which she found
herself. and day after day she devoted
herself more and more lovingly to the
child, who loved her better than he
iad ever loved his naughty mother. II
Alice seldom sew the master of the
house IL was her own fault, for she
avoided him.
And so two years passed, the little
| Erwin growing and developing wonder
iuHy uhuer the gentle gutdanceship of
his beloved nurse.
One morning In autumn, Just before
Thanksgiving, Alice slipped away to
visit the old house. There were people
living In II now, but she walked to the
gate and stood looking down at the
frost touched flowers within. They
are from the seeds 1 planted so long
ago." she murmured. land to think ID
is the anniversary of the day left the
dear old house forever-mothar and l."
BEG pardon; were you speakingT
Alice turned with q start, for the
voice was that of Erwin Wardman, and
there at her side he .tood. locking at
her with the tenderness he could no
longer conceal In his eyes.
II knew you all the Time" he said.
but ! thought It was better not to
speak-then. Tell me, Alice, have you
remembered the old days. too?"
For answer she put her hand in his
and the two walked down the street
together In the glorifled Thanksgiving
sunshine.