The Bellefontaine Republican. [volume] (Bellefontaine, Logan County, Ohio) 1855-1905, 1902-10-21
NUMBER s5.

away with: Don't bother me with
that now. It's such a fine afternoon I
think Ill take walk and look at that
Dorren property"
Wilson went back to his desk. He
furtiyely watched the lawyer as the
latter put on overcoat. hat and gloves
1t was the first time within his knowl-
edge that Cyril had set aside an impor-
tant matter. What had happened?
The lawyer walked on with rapid
stride. There was in the air a sugges-
tion of the spring which was not yet
near.
On the corner an organ grinder was
playing popular airs. A little farther
on flower vender was offering bou-
quets of violets for sale. The scent
of the flowers hoated up to him, and
the memories awakened earlier in the
day by a pair of childish eyes were
again stirred Cyril bought one of the
fragrant purple clusters fastening IL
In the lapel of his coat with a smile.
When had he done such a thing?
As he walked along his glance fell
upon a lamppost bearing the name
Rose Crescent
sudden remembrance came to him
Of his little visitor Of the morning.
That was where she had said she
lived He recalled his promise to do
| what he could for her aunt. Why not
call upon her and find out her fitness
for the position? He paused to glance
| up and down the street.
Rnf fha child hod p1< <1rl IL. A.
aunt's name or their number. Then It
was useless to consider it further.
Still he would like to please that child.
He was walking on when he heard
| flying of small feet behind him and
his name called. He turned around to
see his little visitor Of the morning.
| "Oh," she exclaimed 81 was at the
window and saw you passing.
thought perhaps you were coming to
| see u.s."
WELL" said Cyril, smiling. you did
not tell me your number"
| Il forgot" she laughed. ITS In
here" They had been walking back,
and now she stopped In front Of a
modest house standing back from the
street.
Come in," she said. "Auntie's just
got home. didn't tell her about 1t vet. %
Cyril followed her up the garden
path and into the house. She led him
into a room opening Off a small hall
lady seated before an open fire rose
at his entrance. She was not very
young. and she was very sweet look
ing. with great brown eyes.
Madam" began Cyril, "I"-
He broke of abruptly, looked bewfl-
dered, then calculated, "Rebecca Pow
ers-youv'
Cyril Why
you see. auntie, I went to see Mr..
Moore about that school. was afraid
you'd be too late, and began Doro-
thy.
But neither her aunt nor the lawyer
seemed to hear her. The latter was
saying, "She has eyes like yours"
You see. auntie," began Dorothy
once more, but stopped as Cyril spoke
again. ITO find you herey' His face
was flushed. and his eyes were shin
ing. There was a bright color In the
cheeks of Dorothy's aunt too. Dorothy
was looking at her in surprise. Why.
she knew Mr.. Moore. Then she would
surely get that school.
"Are you still Rebecca Powers
When I saw you last, I thought that
you were going to marry
Miss Powers interrupted him quietly
you were mistaken, but remember
you had a bad habit in those days OF
jumping at conclusions"
"That one has cost me dear-an these
lonely years." he said.
He took the bunch Of violets from
his coat 81 remember you were al
ways fond Of violets. Rebecca. Are you
still?" He held the fragrant blossoms
toward her. and Miss Powers, after q
glance into his face, took them from
his hand. She held them to her lips q
moment, then fastened them carefully
in her bosom.
Dorothy was becoming impatient
but to her great amazement just theI
Cyril stopped down and kissed hel
aunt.
Then he turned to Dorothy. 81 an
going to ask your aunt to take charge
of one pupil" he said-"One who needi
her very much"
zone pupilv exclaimed Dorothy
"Why. r.
But again neither her aunt nor thu
lawyer seemed to hear her.