The suburban citizen., 1900-12-01

learn. Sister Rose is bringing up her
little ones in the right way. l won
der how she came to be living in Pol.
lard's cottage, thought
So that when, a week after. little
Barbara was nearly drowned by the
upsetting of n boat in the pond below,
and they carried her to Pollards cot
tage, the whole thing seemed a Curl
Gus coincidence.
Barbara was sitting up, all wrapped
in blankets in Sister Roses big rock
ing-chair, when her brother, who had
been sent for, came hurriedly in.
He raised the hat that shadowed his
pale face when he saw the beautiful
young brunette who was bending over
his little sister
Il am not intrudng l hOpep he
said, with all chivarous courtesy.
And she answered
Not in the least, sir"
"Oh, Harry, Harryw cried breath
less little Barbara, "she has been so
good to me! was dying, and she
brought me back to lifew
Il thank her from the bottom of
my hearth said Harold Hutton, with
quiver in his voice.
So the acquaintance begun and one
month from that hour, Harry Hutton,
the owner of Hutton FARMS broad
acres, the AdOnis of the village, the
mark Of many a matrimonial schem-
ers fiower-garlanded arrow, asked
Sister Rose-whose real name he had
discovered to be Rose Blanchard-to
be his wife.
Il cannot marry Mr.. Hutton" she
said 81 have my brothers two orphan
children to maintain and educate. l
vowed it on his death-bed."
"Nor would l have you break that
VOW" said Harry, eagerly. "They
shall become my sacred charge, also.
They shall be brought up, carefully
and tenderly, with my Barbara"
But still she shook her head.
'NIr. Hutton" said she, 1--WE think
differently on many subjects. You
were born to a peaceful competence,
while 1 have always had to fight my
own way with the world. Our life
paths lie apart"
"By the sun that shines above us at
this moment" cried Hutton, "they
shall lie together hencefOrthw
But she smiled that sad, Madonna
like smile at his eager enthusiasm.
"You do not know who 1 am said
she.
II know you are an angelo
81 am Mademoiselle ROsita Raven
the circus girl" she said, speaking
with a little effort. "The company
leaves Millville next week. and 1 must
go with them. The chldren's mother
was a circus girl, also. My brother
saw her, and fell in love with her. He
was a scene-painter of Il theatre; ana
when they We're dead there were the
children. 1 had to do somthing for
them, so 1 turned Equestrienne
Queen also. 1t was not lofty walk
Of life, but it was all | could do, and
l have done my best. l would not let
Barbara tell you who 1 was, because
l dreaded that you should know. But
it would have been better had her
childish tongue betrayed her, for nc
l have to tell it myself"
"Rose-my Rose"
He advanced boldly, his arms out.
She stood still second; then uttered
a little sobbing cry and fed to the
safe shelter of his breast.
"Yoursw she cried-"yours, forever,
If you love me still, now that you
know all! But 1 had been told that
you spoke disparagingly of me-"
mot Of you, dearest, in particular"
he exclaimed, with pang Of remorse
-"only Of the stupid idea had formed
of you. For 1 never had seen you
when l spoke those silly words. And
my self-asserting idiocy stands re.
buked before the noble purity Of your
true presence"
So Hutton Farm got n mistress, and
little Barbara plays in the sunshine
with the two golden-halred orphan
children.
And Sister Rose grows sweeter and
more beautiful with every day; and
Harold Hutton is firmly convinced
that he is the happlest man in all the
World,-Saturday Night.