Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-08-11

riages was bully good time and place for me to get away. I turned to the bishop. He was blushing like a boy. I blushed, too Yes, did, Tom Dor gan. but it was because was bursting with laughter.
 "Oh, dear!" I exclaimed, in sudden dismay. You're not my father.'
 'No-no. my dear, Tim not" he stammered, his face purple now with embarrassment 'I was just trying to tell you. you poor little girl, of your mistake and planning a way to help you, when"
 He made gesture of despair toward the side where the coupe had been.
 I covered my face with my hands, and shrinking over into the corner, I cried:
 Let me out, Let me out! You're not my father. Oh. let me out!"
 Why, certainly, child. But I'm old enough, surely. to be, and l wish-l wish I were"
 You dol"
 The dignity and tenderness and courtesy in his voice sort of sobered me. But all at once I remembered the face of Mrs. Dowager Diamonds, and understood.
 "Oh. because of her" said, smiling and pointing to the side where the coupe had been.
 My. but it was a rotten bad move! ought to have been strapped for it. Oh. Tom. Tom. fl takes more'n red coat with chinchilla to make black hearted thing like me into the girl he thought I was.
 He stiffened and sat up like a prim little schoolboy. his soft eyes hurt like q dogs that's been wounded.
 won't tell you what did then. No, I won't. And you won't understand, but just that minute cared more for what he thought of me than whether got to the correction or anywhere else.
 It made us friends in a minute, and when he stopped the carriage 10 let me out. my hand vas still in his But I wouldn't go. I'd made up my mind to see him out of his part of the scrape. and first thing you know we were driving mp toward the square. if you please. to Mrs. Dovager Diamonds house
 He thought it was his scheme. the poor lamb. to put me in her charge Till my lost daddy could send for me He'd no more idea that was steering him toward her. that he was doing the only thing possible. the only square thipg by his reputation. than he had that Nance Olden had been raised by the Cruelty. and then flung herself away on the first handsome Irish boy she met
 Thst'Tl do. Tom.
 Girls if you could have seen Mrs. Dowszer Diamonds face when she came down the stairs. the bishops card in her hand. and into the gor- geous psrlOr. it'd have been as good as a front seat al the show.
 She Vas mad. and she vas curious and she was anszsd. and she was dis armed: for The very nerve of hi: bringing me 70 her staggered her sr that she could hardly believe she'd seen what she had
 MT. dear Mrs Ramsay" he began confused bit by his remembrance ot how her face had looked l5 minutes before T bring to you an Gafortunst' child. vho uis5ook ny carriage for hsi fathers this afternoon st the station She is college girl a stranger ir town. and ill her father claims her
 On the hzbF- the bsby, She va stitching like a rod before his vsrl eyss. Hoz di5 his ror5s explain hii having his arm roIrd the gnfOr1unst' chili2 His co,scis1os uss 70 clear that the dear little nan sc-rzIly over iooksd the fact ttst # rasur ET pres enoe ir the carriage but his co7d1c there that had sxcitsd Mrs Do-assl Disuo1ts
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