Bisbee daily review. [volume] (Bisbee, Ariz.) 1901-1971, 1908-11-22

Il seeps wiv it on" she said, triumphantly.
II telled gran'pa, and he said, Bless my soul,
the child's pay-gan' Is psy-gsn a nice mig
to be, Miss-Ntiss Big Florence"
That depends, said Miss Big Florence, guard
eddy. Some pagans very nice. but grandpa
was only joking. You're not gsn-you're a
very dear little modern glri. Won't you have a
bun, childie|
An inspiring recollection Of bag of buns she
had brought with view to her own tea had
struck her suddenly. She reached for them.
Flank you,' said the child She took bun
with the utmost gravity, ard pulling of her
gloves, rolled them into ball and settled her
self IN corner and made painstaking pretense
OF sharing her refreshment with the golliwcg.
Miss Montague had put away her pencil and
notebook. This was obviously not the time TO
jot down ideas on .'Niearious Philanthropy"
She must hold herself in readiness TO continue
the conversation when the rosebud mouth oppo-
site should be less clotted with bun than at
present She picked up the paper, and glanced
down the columns the first sheet.
Quite suddenly name caught her eye-a name
in that sinister list which follows the marriages
that serves to remind all who read that ioy and
sorrow walk hsndlinked
Surely it stood out in letters some size larger
than any of the others, was it only her smart
ing eyes which magnifed it.
Maddox 1t beat an srorized tattoo in
Florence Montague's brain. For several seconds
she dared look no further. And when she did
on, Hesven!-when she did the swsying railway
the carriage the childish face in its Puritan hon
net, everything reeeded for an instant-eyery.
thing but the appalling utter desolation of the
knowledge that the man she had loved-did love
should love forever, had left this bright sweet
warm world without word of farewell from her
irue, ne had gone out of her existence-gone
out OF 1t ten years before. when an oyerbearinp
father, who had married late in life and was
not accustomed to being thwarted, had threat
ened to disown him if he made a foolish love
mateh-she herself had broken off the engage
ment, but the love nothing could break. Ne was
not that she had ever expected to see him again.
but the awful finality of it,
"On the 14th instant at the Chantry, Red
land Bristol, very suddenly, Caspar Maddox,
aged thirty-eight.'
There was mistake-of course there was a
mistake. he was SO vigorous. so strong-he
couldn't go like that. She read it again. No,
the name, the age. the place of residence. ali
were exact. There was no mistake. Then
realization came, and with it the only relief that
was possible as yet-warm, binding tears.
How long Florence Montague sat with the
paper ciutched in her hand and unseeing eyes on
the flying landscape she never knew.
| 'Oh, Caspar!" she said to herself, over and
over again. "Oh, Caspar!''
| A touch on her knee reused her. She started
| ana looked down.
! The child-she had forgotten all about the
child
| Small Florence and the golliwog both mass
of crumbs and sympathy, gazing earnestly
into her face.
Don't kye!'' said the little girl, pulling at
her coat. ooh. poor sing, don't cry! Take me
up-daddy always takes me up when he feels
bad!"
Scarcely understanding what she did, Miss
Montague lifted the child onto her knee.
| She sat very still, but she reached up hand
and continually stroked her companions face.
poor sing!" she repeated at intervals, and
at last, as if unable to suppress her curiosity
why does you cry" she asked.
'Tm in trouble, dear" Miss Montague mad
| great effort to control her shaking voice an(
say this gently.
ITS you hurted?"
Eyes. Florence, terribly hurried"
: It's it 'lastic under your CHM" the chilt
asked, anxiously.
mo"
Florence scrambled into a kneeling posture il
her new friends lap and whispered 'tunlmicb
sche?" in immense concern.
"No, dear, it's bad heartaehe."
won't nuf6nk make it betterf"
"Tm afraid not-at least not yet awhile.
Miss Montague twisted one of Florence's bronz
= curis round her finger, then she kissed the ser
"a GUS little face The kiss was enthusiastically r.
, turned and she felt vaguely comforted. 4
older person would have Jared just then tn
child didn't
For some time they sat quite STILL and the
Florence wriggled to her feet. She had might
plan fermenting in her small brain.
= She loved this kind lady with nice smi
J. whose name was the same as her own, aud WI
kissed golliwogs and provided buns with equ
ialacrity.
e This kind lady was in troube-a trouble worr
than stomachacbe or tight elastic Comforts
4 she must be, if there was any possible way
comforting her, and then in fash she thougl
III of her lucky bean.
The very thingi She would give it to tn
:, Door creature and it would bring back her smil
and cure her beartaehc. She had carefully ask
daddy exactly what was a mascot, and daddy hi