Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-08-11

the window, I saw the man with the brass buttons and the cap turning to go inside again.
 Victory! He had lost the scent Who would look for Nancy Olden in the bishops carriage?
 Now, you know how early l got up yesterday to catch the train sos Tom and I could come in with the people and be naturally mingling with thern? And you remember the dance the night before? I hadn't had more than three hours sleep. and the snug warmth or that coach was just nuts to me, after the freezing ride into town. dldn |, dare get out for fear of some other man in a cap and buttons somewhere on the lookout I knew they couldn't be on to my hiding place or they'd have nabbed me before this. After a bit didn't want to get out> was so warm and comfortable-and elegant. Oh, Tom, you should have seen your Nance in that coat and in the bishops carriage!
 First thing I knew. was dreaming you and I were being married, and you had brass buttons all over you, and l had the cloak all right, but it was wedding dress, and the chinchilla was a wormy sort of orange blossoms, ana and I walked when the handle Of the door turned and the bishop got in.
 Asleep? That's what! I'd actually been asleep.
 And what did do now?
 That's easy-fell asleep again. There wasn't anything else to do. Not really asleep. this time, you know; just-just asleep enough to be wide awake to any chance there was in it.
 The horses had started, and the car riage was halfway across the street De- fore the bishop noticed me. He was little bishop, not big and fat and well-kept like the rig, but short and lean, with a little white beard and the softest eye-and the softest heart and the softest head. Just listen:
 Lord bless mel" he exclaimed, hur- riedly putting on his spectacles, and
 
 was slumbering sweetly in the cor ner. but could see between my lashes that he thought he'd jumped into some body else's carriage.
 The sight of his book and papers com forted him. though, and before he could | make resolution. I let the jolting of the carriage. as it crossed the car track, throw me gently against him.
 Daddy" I murmured, sleepily, let ting my head rest on his little, prim shoulder
 That comforted him, too Hush your laughing. Tom Dorgan; mean calling him daddy" seemed to kind of take the cuss of the situation.
 My child" he began. very gently. "Oh. daddy" I exclaimed. smuggling i down close to him, you kept me waiting so long went to sleep. thought you'd | never come"
 1 He put his arm about my shoulders in l fatherly way. You know. found out later the bishop never had had a daugh- ter guess he thought he had one now. Such a simple. dear old soul. Just the same. Tom Dorgan. if he had been my father. I'd never be doing stunts with had any father. Now don't get mad. Think of the bishop with his gentle. thin old arm about my shoulders. hold ing me for just a second as though was his daughter, My. think oft! And me. Nance Olden. with that fat mans watch in my waist and some girls beautiful long coat and hat on. all covered with chiuchilla,
 There's some mistake my little girl. '' be said. shaking me gently to wake me up, for was going to sleep again, he feared
 "Oh, knew you were kept at the office" I interrupted quickly. I pre- ferred to be farther from the station with that girls red coat before I go, out. We've missed our train. anyway haven't We? After this. daddy dear let's not take this route. If we'd go straight through on inc one road. we wouldn't have this drive across town every time. was wondering before I fell asleep what in the world I'd dc in this big city f you didn't come"
 He forgot 70 withdraw his arm. SC occupied was he by m predicament-
 What would you do, my child. il you had-had missed your-your fla ther?'
 Wasn't it clumsy Of him? He want cd 10 break it 10 ms gently. and th.. was the best he could do.
 What would do-" Essped indig nautly. Why daddy. imsgfns m, alone, snd-and without money, whI why. how can you"
 There. thsrs," he said. pattinE m soothlngly on The shoulder.
 That baby of a bishop. The yer thought of Nancy Oldsn out alone il the streets was tO0 much for him.
 He put his free hand into his poke and had just taken out bill and zsl trying to plan a way 10 offer U 10 n, and reveal -he fsct 10 poor uofes Ii-t1e Nance Oldsn thst hs was not he own daddy. when an awful thing hap pened-
 We had got up street as far as tht opera house. when ve were caught il the jam of carriages iu front. the las afternoon opera O. the season vas sUs over. was % busy thinking zhs would be ny next move that I didn notice much outside. s-d I didn't wan Q move. Tom not a bit Playing th' tish0p-s daughter in 8 trailing eoa fnt rsd -rtn-nsd rith rhinehiIIa- is fus