The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-07-24

The foundations of the Burden for
tunes had come out of Gould and
Curry away back in the early SOS, and
on this foundation "Old Ike" Burden
had raised a substantial monument
that in passing through the hands of
his son Johnny had, If not increased in
size, been very tastefully ornamented.
After the death of his wife, Johnny,
now the Hon. Jonathan Burden, had
devoted himself solely to the education
of his daughter Adelaide. After her es-
cape from the hands Of her preceptors,
at the age Of twenty, father and
daughter had spent five years in travel,
visiting few Of the known points of
interest and a great many of the I'M
known. Then the Hon. J. Burden had
peacefully departed this life leaving all
his worldly possessions to his daughter.
Perhaps some of this was passing
through Miss Burdens ever busy
brain as she sat idly chipping the rock
beside her with the odd-looking little
hammer she held. Perhaps-and what
is more probable-she was thinking of
one or the other Of her new hobbies
geology and children. Of the two, chill
dren-and the raggeder and the dirtier
apparently the better-held the first
place in Miss Adelaide Burdens heart.
"Say! you hain't respecting, be ye?"
Miss Burden prided herself on her
nerves. So it was when this abrupt
question was fired into her solitude,
she merely raised her eyes slowly till
they met those of the speaker. Then
she started, and for moment gaZed
in surprise. Over the rock she had
been listlessly chipping appeared the
head of an angela shock of waving
golden ringlets framing a face Of per-
feet oval, with skin of the traditional
crosses and milk" violet blue eyes
shaded by long raven black lashes, and
cupid bow lips of moist carmine part
ed to show beyond a CLEAN Of pearls.
"You hain't, be ye?" inquired the
angel, impatient for reply.
well, no-that is, not exactly" re-
piled Miss Burden slowly, cycling the
angelic face wonderingly.
The angel, minus the wings, now
came around the rock and took up its
stand in front of her, resolving itself
into a very dirty little boy of twelve or
thirteen.
Il didn't know" explained the boy,
II see We had er lot of specimens, and
We was hackin' at Their outcrop like We
was"
Miss Burdens answer was to take
one of the grimy little hands in hers
and draw the boy down on the rock
D6SlQG n0T, where Will OIIS cIA III OIL ONAAN
him she nestled him close against her.
The boy viewed this performance with
wondering eyes, but offered no resist
ance to the caress.
Once snugly ensconsed, Miss Burden
said: "Now tell me your name-mine
is Adelaide Burden"
Mines Perciles Finerty. Wheredju
live?"
where do live? Most anywhere"
At this the boy turned a solemn,
questioning look upon her, then re-
marked, gravely: Nov you're kid
"No, Tn not, really" protested Miss
Burden.
"Well, then, whatjer mean by that?"
Miss Burden smiled.
'It is this way" she explained. Il
have q little money and no relatives
and like to travel, so that really have
no home"
The boys blue eyes opened wider
still and they fairly sparkled as he
said:
"By Jovei ain't that great" Then,
seeing the surprised look on her face
| "Say, that amt swear, Is It'll"
ooh, no, that's not swearing. But
| what makes you ask7"
: "oh. dad saya no gentman sWeaEs