The Forrest City times., 1902-12-26

81 don't care for thanks, but l
would like to see the owner of that
name-must be someone L have
known"
"Mother!" called Harry, "oh,
mother, | bring good news. Here's
money; your story won first prize,
and here's a kind gentleman who
saved me from being run over. Now
Mary and all can have something to
eat
Mr.. and Mrs. Derwent could not
despair to hope. They sat as il
dazed. Mr.. Derwent came forward
at last, and in broken voice tried to
speak his thanks.
why. haven't you light?" in
quired Mr.. Mayo.
"Oh, sir" said Harry, who had re-
vived wonderfully since eating, we
had no money to buy anything"
Mr.. Mayo stared. He had never
come in contact with poverty before.
Here, take my purse and get light
and, ah-something to eat"
Mr.. Derwent was again thanking
him, while Mrs. Derwent was weep
ing tears of joy and thankfulness.
God sent you to save my children
from starvation. This evening 1
begged for bread, begged it, and tho
taker refused me. But what
wouldn't woman do for her chill
dren?"
Harry soon came back with a light
and basket of food and handed the
purse back to Mr. Mayo.
Il only took enough for tonight,
for mother has money, now
Mr.. Mayo emptied the purse on the
bed, where Mrs. Derwent was already
feeding little Mary, who ate raven
cusly.
any, but, mother-like, thought of self
last.
Mr.. Mayo bowed himself out, prom
Using to call on the morrow, silently
wondering that he, of all oth{rs.
should be the one to play Providence
" a Iooi idhIiiy.
The second letter which Harry
brought proved to be an urgent invi-
tation from Mr.. Derwent's aunt in
the country for him and his family
TO spend New Years with her. the
second day from this. How gladly
they left the close, comfortless room
FOR the spacious old farmhouse
among the hills.
The day was glorious, the air
balmy as if Indian summer had come
again.
When they reached the home sta
ton and crowded into the large fam
lily carriage, she threw wide the win
Gows to let in the golden sunlight
and alth-giving breeze from the
pine lands.
Was ever a day more royal than
this?
Mr.. Mayo, having called to see
the Derwents the day previous, Mrs.
Derwent took the liberty, in her
great happiness, to invite him out.
too, presented himself, to his own
and her establishment, as they were
going out to dinner in the large.
handsome old dining room
There was just enough frost in the
air to make the wood fire acceptable,
yet the musk roses looked saucily in
at the wide windows and nodded q
welcome, while large vases full of
flowers breathed out their hearts in
fragrance.
The browning event of the day
came when Mr.. Derwent was giving
second helping to turkey. The dear
old aunt announced that, as he would
he her heir, it was his duty to remain
there and keep up his property; she
was tired of living without children
in the house. And what is more. I'm
not going to any longer" she de-
clared with emphasis.
"Ah, Mrs. Derwent," said Mr.. Mavo.
after dinner, as he swung lazily in a
hammock under large oak tree. Il
found ont why your name sounded so
ali, familiar; there was a little mis-
take. Ny cousin wrote story for
that competition, and took a fancy
to sign her name Mary Derwent,'
having heard it somewhere, perhaps.
She told me about it and"
Then il was her story instead Of
mine which won the price,"
Her story was called Evelyn l
think
That accounts for it; the letter
that contained the check said EVELYN,
by Mary Derwent.' Mine was Evan
geline,' but l thought they had made
mistake"
"Ah, quite a coincidence" said Mr.
Mayo, but you shan't lose by it,"
Il can't lose now. Had Harry not
gone to the post office, he would not
have met you, and had you not sue.
cored us at that critical time we
would have died, and but for the
1 check we could not have come gu.
here"
$50 you stole your New Years
Mary" said her aunt, as she shook