Saint Mary's beacon., 1900-07-05

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LOVE STORY or NUMBER SIX.
In N orphan asylum cf ! ANAL
town III Vermont, Lizzie 1[acready
was known as No. @. The name
was particularly fitting for more
reasons than one. Lizzie was the
youngest child Of six. She was the
sixth orphan who had been admit
ted to the institution. Her father
was Q locomotive engineer on the
Vermont Central railway. Lizzie,
the youngest child, was six years
old when he was killed in q colli-
sion, and brought home o corpse to
his little one. His eldest daughter
had been keeping house since the
death Of her mother. and soon after
the fathers demise she married q
section boss. The children we're
scattered among friends and rela-
tives. The boys had found good
homes and we're oil at work earning
money. Lizzie was taken into the
orphanage, Of which her aunt.
kindly, middle-aged woman, was
matron.
Nobody objected TO this arrange
ment, for Miss Sanders stood very
high in the esteem Of the towns
people, who thought it but right
that the youngest child should be
cared for at the expense Of the
county, since oil the others had not
become burdens on their charity.
Number six grew up q likely girl
amidst the orphans Of the place.
and now. ct the age OF 16, she was
quite help to her aunt, who still
continued in charge Of the county's
waits. All who had been there
~hen che was toddier we're gone.
The girls had sought service with
the townspeople, the boys were ut
work in the fields. Lizzie was tax
ing upon her young shoulders the
cares which burdened the white
haired woman who had been O
mother to her.
At this time there was not on
empty bed or cradle in the institu-
ton. An open winter, something
unusual in the rigorous climate of
the Vermont hills, had depopulated
the firesides and filed the grave
yards. For years there had not
been infants in the home until this
winter. Now there we're two, o boy
and q girl. The former was the
SON Of o schoolmaster. The girl
was O poor washerwoman's child.
Bad, the male infant, was robust
enough and thriving az successfully
among the strangers as he had in
his mothers arms, bnt Bee, the
char-woman's infant daughter,
needed deal of attention. This
little mite Of humanity had been
christened Beatrice, to the great
astonishment Of everybody. A
washerwoman calling her child Be-
atrice was an unhesrd Of thing
among the plain people Of the ver-
mont hills. Maggie, Mary or An
ME, wagged the gossips, would have
been more suitable.
Mrs. Rossiter, the mother Of lit
tie Beatrice, came to the Green
mountain town when her child was
not quite O year old. She wore
widows weeds and informed those
who asked her antecedents that her
husband had died short time ago,
leaving her in poverty. He had
been good man, she explained,
but o years sickness had eaten mp
their little savings.
This was In the summer of the
year, and few days before Christ
mas the mother was called away
from little Bee. before she could
indicate what she wanted done with
her child. After the burial Of Mira.
Rossiter the baby was taken to che
orphanage and placed in charge Of
Miss Sanders. From the frat Liz
zie Macready--Number 6--sook 0
violet fancy to the little one. Bee
got all the coddling and fondling.
She was such a wee thing: so deli
cate and frail. Big blue eyes gazed
wistfuliy ont of . thin, pale face,
and there was sad dSoop to the
baby's mouth, as il the child rea-
fs1ad sfa fnwlnrn onwlsssn~.