The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1900-09-06

Then whether with hope or whether
Ny strength came back with a leap
ing thrill,
Though my lips were close to her gold
en- head
would not move till I knew her
wiIIl''
stcn used to wonder if all women
who had a mission were intolerant
as her Aunt Miranda. Stel1's father
was a travelling man and seldom at
home. Stell's mother was absorbed
In her club duties and her aspirations
howard authorship. So Miss Miranda
Baxter, who was quite old enough to
have daughter of her own had not
perverse fate prevented this POSSIBLE
ity. took upon herself much OF the
care and training of her Maynard
niece. At least Miranda considered
StelI hayward because she never could
be brought to see the doleful side of
existence.
but 1 don't want to go Summing"
she would declare The only time L
did go with you I cried half the night
into peoples houses without being
asked. was afraid of hurting their
feelings. Then, I'm not wise like you
don't know anything about sores and
rheumatism. and bOttled-no, bottle
babies / Seemed to have been only
You may take all my months pin
money for the poor people It will
help them more than being visited by
an ignorant girl
Whereat Miss Miranda would heave
a gentle sigh of resignation
Il have always supposed that every
individual has a special mission to
perform in this world 1 cannot dis
cover what yours may be- You do not
admire good pictures
randa- Not some of Dore's, nor those
by that Russian artist with the long
name. They are appalling!"
You do not read the papers, do not
keep abreast of current events.
II read the papers in-in spots
can't read about murders, and mutiIa-
tons. and dreadful things like those
1 should be sure to dream of Them
She was wondering if, to have a
mission in life, it was necessary tic
dered doOr-knob for lack of puff OF
pearl powder.
"One must confront the unpleasant
facts of life. Only last week 1 spent
an hour reading an instructive book
on the early history of the Abyssin-
ians to a woman who was dying of g
cancer which
30, please DON'T" entreated StelI
who had gone white as snowdrop-
Miss Baxter shook her head Stel
wondered how that scant drab hail
would look if it were softly waved in
stead of being strained back in SO IN
compromising a fashion.
There, You gkrink from human
suffering!''
Don't you-ever?"
Il face it unf1inchingly. 1 fear, Els
teI1a, that your sensibiHties are blunt
ed. You don't even enjoy music
Don't 1 thought" cried Estella
Not the dreadful, dreary things. o
course. Not the dismal music which
makes me wonder why God mad
flowers. and singing birds, and water
falls and rainbows. and little children
and everything beautiful! But tn
gay, happy music which makes on
want
Miss Bakers weary gesture checke'
the impetuous speech. Il fear yol
never villa find a worthy mission il
life, EStella.'
Sten irreverentIy hoped she neve
would If such discovery necessitate
going corsetless. Perhaps her aun
looked we'll enough when her form
trina and young But now tina
thirty-seven blustery winters ha
drifted over her head one fancied he
bulky proportions would be improve
by properly applied restraint
What is yours. Aunt Miranda"
TO do good to all with whom
come in contact Now, mean to of
fer my assistance to that gentleman
who has moved in across the street
His two motherless children shall hav
the advantage of my Instruction.
my advice"
StelI gasped- You mean the Stan
1eys. The people who have bough
that place of Vanbarthyn's, Why
the boy is Il. the girl 16. They hav
governess, tutor, and 1 know tn
housekeepers is most capa-'t
ITO accomplish my mission in Iif
shall look after the welfare of thOS
youthful souls at present confded I
the care of hire1ings-''
But the girl is almost as old as
ami Stell was aghast
Not by four years You are almos
90. EstelIa, and you still require guild
ance.''
1t was Stell's turn to sigh Sh
could not help wishing one could b
yaccinated against the conviction of
mission Barring that, she wishe
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