The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1902-04-14

No one hu. Mary wouud have drag
ii me out Of ny roons on this damp.
ggy November night. but she gener
Y got her way. at least with me; and |
an / loved to see her enjoying her
I, and J was quite sure that this
h-talked-of children's party car
d full measure CT happiness 70
r.
As she 6uttered away with half
zen little ones hanging on to her she
med her head.
Well, little one" said at last, "and
you having a good timer?
! She shrugged her shoulders and
swered me in French:
'Je ne m'amuse pas trop."
There was another little girl stand
& near; she was duffy haired and
iry-like. and she looked at re in that
arching way that children do. and
en- nodded her head towards my COM
q Union.
She's at a convent she said, aud
ere was a sound Of awe in her voice.
5 Tell me, said, "wnat do you do at
convent?
Again she shrugged her shoulders
lie immature shoulders of ten years
Que voulez-vous qu'on fasse au cou-
htg Des betisesl"
l was little taken back
Mary flashed back AZ this moment
well, how are you getting on? Oh,
Dlores, darling. there you are I lost
ght Of you. Come with me sweet
art. want you to take your place in
e march round"
The snail person shook her head.
Il prefer not thank you. am rath-
interested in what this man has to
y, and | hate marching round.
One Of Mary's guests had joined us.
ID overheard this remark.
what an odlous little monkey" she
Id in half-tone. as she moved away.
saw the child's race change She
d caught those few words only too
rely. Her coloring had become
axen. and her small hands closed &c
rceIy over the fan that it cracked
ddenly.
"Oh, have broken IT," she said with
wall in her voice What shall do2
hat shall do7"
took it from her.
"Don't fret, II can easily be mended
E iii you let me take care Of 1t for
bu?"
She let her hand rest in mine al
ost confldingly and sne rearched my
ce with those large. dark eyes APP
arently what she read there pleased
r. for she gave a little Sigh as she
ew her hand away
my name is Dolores Spencer; have
home now; live always at the
invent It was Sister Agatha who
I'VE me my fan She said was TO be
lreful Of 1t because It belonged to my
other. My beautiful mo;berl Did
Ou know my mother?
My hand closed over the small fan,
nd all at once understood why had
cen SO drawn to this little creature;
ny that quaint, half-impertinent. yet
holly natural manner had carried
pmething familiar in 1t
II see," said little Dolores, as | re
aimed silent you did not know my
other" She sighed: mo one doe:
sem to remember her but me. Yot
Re a kind man. wish you hat
smembered my motherl"
She slipped away from me as sh'
poke and mingled In with the erow'
I other children; this was done 81
uickiy THAT | coald not lave stoppe'
er If had tried. AS matter OF fact
did not try. I sat long time mus
ag. then | put the little fan into al
nner pocket. and wended my way L
he staircase. My hostess was bus,
pa shalling the first troup Of hungrl
mall folk to the supper room.
so good of you. Dick, dear" sn
ald, Ito look after little DoIore
pencer. always long to be kind L
er. but she is such an elusive littl
Feature she is not at all an ordinar
hide
why is she not with her father2"
liked
There has been bad feeling be
ween the child and her stepmothc
rom the very beginning, and since IN
oy came there seems 10 be no plac
or Dolores IN her old home love
er mother" said Mary, and her vote