The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1904-12-22

Horc TneSCme days, II can help ~
Misf Nab watched anxiously the
meeting at the corner. The child did
not nestle her head on her fathers
shoulder. as was her custom; she was
talking to him eagerly and pointing
across the street to- the little brick
house set In the midst OF wide gar
den. She did not wave her answer.
Miss Mab's heart began to beat tumut-
tuously, when she saw the tall man
come striding across the street through
the snow. She threw the door open
before he knocked. He bowed codrte.
-ously.
my little girl has told me Of your
goodness" he said. 'It is kind OF you,
very, very kind l do not know how to
thank you. We shall be very happy
to come. do not mind the loneliness
much for myself, but for Cynthia, left
alone all day in our bare little room,
the thought of 1t stays with me con-
stantly while / work" Cynthia hung
delightedly over her fathers shoulder
whispering in blissful frierdliness to
the gray cat.
Twas bold thing to do, invitin'
strangers this way" said Mss Nab,
apologetically. The scarlet bushes were
chasing each other across her cheer
full face. 81 didn't say anything
about the little girls mother, because
I didn't just know" She stopped hes
itatingly.
"CyDthia's mother died when she
was three days DID," said the man.
slowly; "she has had to grow up with
hardly anybody to care for her but har
father. He isn't quite as good as a
mother would be. is he, dearest?"
'He's pretty nearly az good" whis-
pered the child, stroking the careworn
| face
"Land sake!" cried Miss Nab, with
a strange, choking sob; 'eland sake.
it Is hard lines when the father has
to do the motherin', tool"
"We are very happy together, aren't
we. Cynthia?" The child nodded EN-.
phatically.
"The worst Is her loneliness, only
she will be going to school pretty
|
cannot thank you cordially eno-.gh,
madam, both for Cynthia and myself
We will be delighted to come" The
child waved goodnight as they
crossed the street, and Miss Nab wiped
her eyes furtively when she sat down
In her big rocking chair. cit is more
blessed to give than to receive" sha
said to herself; Somehow, it seems ia
bring such warm comfort into your
own life"
After the dinner had been cleared
away Miss Nab summed herself in the
JOYOUS warmth of fellowship. The gra.
cicus wood fire wrapped the little group
in it's friendly glow and the very spirii
of Christmas seemed to hallow the
homely, coy living room.
It was wild, cold winter with great
snow storms whirling over the country
and city streets blocked with huge
drifts. but there were no more lonely
days for Cynthia. The room in the desc
late boarding house was almost deserted
between morning and night. The
i
hlissful warmth constantly awaited the
child in the house across the street.
MaItie's welcome was as cordial as that
of his mistress. Every morning, after
be had eaten his comfortable breakfast,
he jumped in the living room window to
curl himself up in gray ball with ex-
pectant half shut eyes fixed on the brick
building across the street He watched
till the door was opened by tall man
who carried lunch box and little
clinging bundle wrapped in a fleecy
| brown shawl He always chose the same
path; he came striding across the street
/ to the red brick house set in the wide
yard. Then Matte with sudden eager
leap went to find his mistress, and fol-
| lowed her, purring loudly, to the front
door. He could scarcely wait for the
little visitor to be unwrapped. Miss
Mab's hunger for fellowship was no less
ardent than that of the gray cat Then
what days followed 1t seemed like a
sudden burst of sunshine come into
| Cynthia's lonely fife.
The careworn look seemed to be fad
ing from her fathers face When eve
!, ming came and he stopped at Miss Mab's
door to gather the little girl back in his
arms, there was time for few moments
cheerful conversation. Cynthia's fare
wells were always tempered by the as.
surance of her return In the morning.
One night the child, tucked In Z
blanket, laid her cheek against hel
fathers, when their bedtime talk wa,
nearly finished. She whispered: "Don't
you love Miss Nab, father?" II do. hi
said in low voice.
"She's just as good as fairy god.
mother, isn't she?" questioned thu
child: almost as good as the godmothel
| who came to take care of the poor littll
pink princess"
"Twice as good" laughed the father
81 couldn't have her for really, truly
own godmother. could II" she asked
i anxiously.