The Kalispell bee., 1902-03-12
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IT,"
'T think your search is ended,'' said
I. "and that you will find her living
with Mrs. Kempton in this village"
.'Is it far from here? Would you
show me the way| questioned he ca
gerIy, and the next moment we were
hurrying down the broad elm shaded
street.
As we neared the Kempton cottage l
saw Mrs. Paget sitting on the tiny vine
wreathed piazza. Her soft white hair
shone in the sunlight, her pain dis
torted hands lay idly on her lap, her
cotton gown and stif1iy starched apron
were clean and speckless, but her face,
sorrow scanned and time defaced, bore
no trace of bloom or beauty.
"And yet" said my companion, seem
ing to divine my thoughts, 'it is Marty
herself. the very image of our mother
as 1 saw her last" He went swiftly
up the little graveled path, his face
growing visibly paler as he walked.
Just in front of her he stopped, and
for a moments space no word passed
between theu. Then the woman arose,
her worn face working, her faded eyes
Frightening, her hands appealingly ex-
tended.
Father" she cried, father. forgive
mer'
Father died years ago." answered
Senator Borden gently, land ever since
/ have been searching for you, my sis
ter"
"Bennie! Benniev' she screamed,
finging herself toward him. The scene
that followed was too sacred for stran-
ger eyes to look upon, and so / quietly
withdrew, going back to my delayed
duties.
That afternoon / was "a parsonage"
in the village. Over and over again /
told the story, fairly reveling in the
first bit of romance that had ever STIR
red the monotony of my quiet life.
OF course there were a few ill ma
tured souls who declared that Mrs.
Kempton had known all along which
side her bread was buttered on, but as
this idea seemed to be confined exclu-
sively to those who had before times
pronounced her quixotic and improvi-
dent it did not greatly affect public
sentiment.
Senator Borden made immediate ar
rangements to remove his sister to his
own home; but she, poor soul, in alb
ject fear of her august sister-in-law,
clung to the dear second cousin who
had SO frightened the years of her ad-
versity.
compromise was at last effected,
Mrs. Kempton selling her little home
and removing to Anderson, where Mr..
Borden lived and where the famous
Anderson seminary was located. To
attend this school had long been Dol
ly's highest ambition, an ambition
which a grateful brothers liberality
made it perfectly possible to crafty.
In few days the little ripple Of ex-
citement that attended their departure
died away, leaving in it's place only
memory.
l missed Dolly sadly, feeling sure
new life would soon blot out all inter-
est in her older and less favored
friends.
I realized my mistake when, weeks
afterward, received a letter from her
which wrought in my life delightful
change.
"One of our teachers" she wrote,
"has resigned, and Senator Borden has
secured the position thus left vacant
for you. He knows how you helped and
encouraged me through the pink dress
ordeal, and he is very glad of this op-
portunity to show his appreciation of
your good sense and kindness"
A day or two later this delightful
news was officially confirmed and at
once set about my modest preparations
for departure. Just before l left
called upon old Deacon Dudley and
found him not only sympathetic but
fairly jubilant over my improved pros
poets.
81 gave you your first chance" said
he. "and | presume to say l helped you
to your second one. / talked quite a
spell with the senator when he was
here, and l gave you first class rec
ommend,' She is young said 1, and
not great to look at, but she is a mas
ter hand at figgerin'.'
l thanked the old gentleman for his
doubtful compliment with becoming
gratitude. Not for the world would
have panied his kindly heart by the
knowledge that anything so frivolous
as pink frock had far more to do
with my good fortune than his unique
and well meant recommend"