Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1907-04-14
Miss NameSake
 By Nan Todd. Copyright. l90,, by Nan Todd.
Copyright. l90,. by Nan Todd,

while l am in Inc city today you will not forget in everything you are my naneSake.'
 "No-ln." replied the child, whisper ing q -oodby, for she had never kissed her Aunt Abigail, not even Il good night kiss
 Little Abigail, left alone for the first time all day in the care of the servants, took her doll, Polly Jane, and sat down in the library to think By and by Mary, the maid. came into the room, with an apronflll of pine cones for the merry fire that danced and cracked in the wide open fireplace. The servants good natured face wreathed itself in smiles, for there sat Abigail stiffly erect In q high arm chair, making q very lroll picture indeed
 Mary" whispered Abigail. today I've an awful responsibility. Pm q namesake-the Aunt Abigail kind, you know. not just pretend. cither"
 .l.aiId sakes. You don't say so, A Mis-. >tiiaesake," exclaimed the maid. draa1atieally dropping her pine cones In surprise Abigail smiled. Somehow Mary sl''eay~ understood.
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 " ly. Mary, ,l.ant ,ro5l know L.: sionary lacetilg tea parties are als'z.a.,s for poor people? don't think I'd fool so aloney if I could only have 'ein onee in awhile. my kind,' muriH ured Abigail, a pathetic little catch in her sweet voice. Then tender hearted Mary was suddenly called to the kitchen.
 "Oh, we'll, I'll just play missionary after lunch" whispered the wee girl. She looked wistfully out the window. 1t was showing. The holding plumes of the great fir trees were heavy with glistening snowdrops.
 <. .pear me, I'd rather be tree than ;l laMcSNkS, Sue slSlled,
 SAbigail was an old, sensitive girl of five years. Her father and mother both dead. she had lived ever since her third birthday with her aunt, Miss Kimball. AS Miss Namesake was odd, she was often very lonely. She called herself little All Aloney.'
 Mary was the only one who seemed to understand her whimsical, imagina- tive ways. while her Aunt Abigail did not at all Maybe her aunt did not un- derstand because she had always lived such 2 sheltered life behind these great fir trees. Then, too, it was long time since q wee girl had played in the great silent house. And the lonely woman for her Aunt Abigail was lonely, seemed to have for gotten her own childhood days, so bar rep of childish things. She had known few children Taught by a governess brought up according to rule, she knew of only this one way for her niece. Poor little Namesake! " ,.>" Oh. feel so gf6wn up.' sighed Abigail. She was taking her Aunt Abigail's place for the day, so she un- derstood. Though the importance of her Responsibility had a peculiar charm, she was still little All Aloney. There were shadows across her just pretend land, and naughty elves called tears tangled themselves in Polly Jane's curls. It was Lonesome Land everywhere today, even if she were a namesake.
 Then luncheon time came.
 Mary" remonstrated Miss Name sake, initiating her aunt's manner and tone of voice, "I do not wish any more jam. I'm namesake, you know"
 The little girl had suddenly remem- bered she had never seen her aunt take more than one spoonful of jam. Good natured Mary had taken advantage Of her mistress' absence aud was incl dentally heaping Abtgairs plate with delicious jam.
 'very well. ma'am," sighed Mary. smiling, though her kind heart ached b comfort little All Aloney in her hrave attempts to be good namesake
 Polly Jane." whispered Abigail when shc once more sat in the library "I can't kiss you today, cause I'm a pamesake, the Aunt Abigail kind, you know. So you sit quietly and think for l wish to read"
 She smiled with little grownnp air at her doll. Then Miss Namesake took heavy book from the table and began to read that is, just pretend read. for the book was upside down. There were
 lonely tears in little girls eyes. Be
 sides. she wasn't very comfortable. for
 the tips of her small boots did not
 touch the floor, and of course she
 wouldn't rest her feet on the rounds of
 Aunt Abigairs mahogany chairs.
 From her high seat she could see the
 dark green fir trees boldly silhouetted
 against a gray sky. The wind was
 singing through their fragrant depths
 On the wide window ledge four little
 birds were eating crumbs she had S,