The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1901-03-05

and down went her exultation over
the Newtons in general.
.My cousinl" she murmured
'sYes, father had brother Henry ont
West. He used to hear from him
about once in five years That &C
counts for the strange resem-O
dearl deari III never tell John.
He would make life q burden. Why
should Agnes Newton write me ell the
disagreeable discoveries she makes?''
Hiding her letter, she sat down
beside the window farthest from the
Higgins cottage and wrestled with her
chagrin. To yield was inevitable r
her conscience made that clear-but
how to do so gracefully was the ques
tion. Like many other problems
this was Unexpectedly solved. She
heard the back door thrown open
suddenly. and as she started to her
feet a wide-eyed, painting child ap-
peared.
20 Mis- Smith, she gasped.
mamma won't speak. an she's al
still Trudie says won't you please
come over2"
Mrs Smith recognized the second
Higgins child, seized a bottle Of cam
phor, called Beatrice, and hurried af-
ter her little guide. Four weeping
infants met her at the door, while
Trundie was applying water to her
mothers white face.
rs she dead?" whispered the terri
fed child
"No, no, dear, only in a faint.
With quick and skilful movements
Mrs. Smith applied restoratives.
Very soon the weary eyes unelosed,
and color came again to lip and cheek
''Why, Mrs. Smith, did they call
youf" she whispered. ''Iherel
therei don't darlingsa With the
first intimation Of consciousness the
children had pressed forward, eager
to reach her.
Don't you worry" commanded
Mrs. Smith. ''Now, children, Bea-
trice is in the garden, and you can all
60 over and she will give you some
cookies TN stay with your mother.
Four Of them filed out on tiptoes.
but rrudie stayed until her mother
was in bed. Then she took the baby
aud followed look Of grave re-
sponsibility on her young face.
Mrs. Higgins looked wistfully at
her ueighb0r. II don't see why 1
gave out so. Tn sure, she said.
''but my ironing was heavy, and I've
been so miserable this summer. It
seemed as If / was going TO die. and I
didn't care much If did Were you
ever so wickedg But I'm sorry to
trouble you; rll soon Do up again.
As she smiled Mrs Smith saw the
marked resemblance to her own sis
ter, Louise, which Beatrice had
noticed
All artificial barriers fell at that in
stant. and leaning over the bed, Mrs.
Smith almost sobbcd, You're not
wicked, aud you mustn't work so hard
any more You don't trouble me.
I'm going TO take care oi you. for I'm
your own cousin. judith Newton. I've
Iust found it out"
The pale little woman heayed a
long, long sigh, lifted her arms, aud
clasped them around Mrs. Smiths
neck "Oh, I've known IT ever since
/ moved herei You look enough like
my father to be his own daughter,
and we knew yon married a Smith.
I've been so hungry 20 get near you,
hnt didn't dare TO speak first"
Tho little house was very still, and
nobody listened to the low murmur
Of voices as the women talked Oh
and on
That evening the stout Swedish
woman was transferred TO the Higgins
kitchen. where her broad face lowered
into suiles, since she was one Of the
rare morials who prefer "a family
where there are children.
Mrs. Smith told her story also that
evening, and her husband wiped his
ewes and cleared his throat vigorously
az she described the finding Of Cousin
Sarah
II won't go back 8n the family
tree, John. bat I've been so wicked
and pulled up over it-ihaf's the
trouble" She confessed And here
at my very door was Cousin Sarah,
just starving iora relative no wonder
sue didn't dare speak on. can't
forgive myself. And those children
there. John, you may laugh but we
Z D.
sick. Perhaps y0n could put up
swings under the alms I'm So glad
Miss Newton wrote in time Cousin
Sarah looks SO much ike Louise
can't help loving her
john nodded he was possessed
with a variety oi emotions Youths
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