The Weiser signal. [volume] (Weiser, Idaho) 1890-1904, 1903-01-03

that now It's such fine afternoon 7 |
think I'll fake walk and look at that
Dorren property"
Wilson went back to his desk. He !,
furtively 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.
ton of the spring which was not vet
near
On the corner an organ grinder was
playing popular airs. A little farther
on a flower vender was Offering bon
quets Of violets for sale. The scent !
of the flowers fioated up to him. and |
the memories awakened earlier in the
day by pair Of childish eyes were
again stirred. Cyril bought one of the
fragrant purple clusters fastening it
In the lapel Of his coat with smile. |
When had he done such thing?
AS he walked along his glance fell
upon lamppost bearing the name
Rose Crescent"
A 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.
But the child had not told him her
aunts 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. l
thought perhaps you were coming to
see u.s."
"Well," said Cyril, smiling, "you did
not tell me your number
Il forgot" she laughed "It's In
here" They had been walking back,
and now she stopped in front of a
modest house standing back from the
street
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got home. / didn't tell her about it yet"
Cyril followed her up the garden
path and into the house. She led him
into a room opening off a small hall
A 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, "T'-
He broke off abruptly, looked bewil-
dered, then calculated, "Rebecca Pow
ers-youw
cyril! Why
"You see, auntie, went to see Mr..
Moore about that school. I 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 herew His face
was flushed, and his eyes were shin
ing. There was 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 / saw you last, l thought that
you were going to marry
Miss Powers interrupted him quietly.
"You were mistaken, but remember
you had bad habit in those days OF
jumping at conclusions"
"That one has cost me dear-all these
lonely years." he said.
He took the bunch of violets from
his coat. IT remember you were al
ways fond of violets, Rebecca. Are yor
still?" He held the fragrant blossoms
toward her, and Miss Powers, after @
glance into his face, took them from
his hand. She held them to her lips 9
moment, then fastened them carefully
in her bosom.
Dorothy was becoming impatient
but to her great amazement just ther
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 needs
her very much"
"One pupilv' exclaimed Dorothy
"Why, p
But again neither her aunt nor the
lawyer seemed to hear her.