Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1908-04-16

tered from dark and dingy hal0
| tenement house. IL
BY the fire, lying back in IN.
valid's chair, was a beautiful ltd girl.
pale and fragile, but with III d
quiet content in her lovely eyd thaf
it was good to see. On a tableh her
| easy reach were books and AWerS
and lilies of the valley were pined on
| the front of her little laee-tRnmed
| wrapper. Beatrice and her couhnion
stood as if petriffed, but Kitty box n
as matter of course. in the me OF
her beloved Mr.. Chicken-manj ~
Il did not know your name bs the
same as my mothers" she sal, my
my friend, your papa, did nodell me
that-he said-why mother for
Kitty row had her turn ad being
| surprised. Beatrice had throt her.
self on her knees beside the cid who
might have been her own. I'd was
speaking eagerly-passionatelJ t~s
Where is EDGAR" she crie( where
did you get my picture-oh. " darl.
ing child. tell me where Edga4s."
At the first cry. Mrs. Call$an had
discreetly withdrawn, Miss hornton
| leaned on a chair, white as beet, she
| too, had seen the sketch on be easel
The little head of Beatrice| she re-
membered the day Edgar mae it, and
| the child before her seemedkhe little
| Beatrice given to her care ing years
| ago. Kitty stood bewilderel looking
from one to another when portiere
at the end of the room WIS pushed
| aside and a man came in, a gentleman
| in appearance and bearingfn clothes
| as well although they werewell-worn
and shiny.
His beautiful dark-grey Eyes, with
less of blue in them tim in his
daughters. filled with pleaure at the
sight of Kitty, then his ice famed
suddenly, as he saw tn kneeling
figure beside his child,
''Beatrice-my TrixyI rue!!" he
cried, and in an instant hjhad caught
her to his breast Therewas long
silence, neither. man nor. woman
stirred. = Her face was hidden against
him and his bent so low over it that
only his dark, waVy hair Ould be seen.
At least Miss Thornton spoke. half
sobbing, and Beatrice rev herself
away from the claspingbrm
my. dear Edgar. Mama said, let
me have a word. just to De sure thassis
not dream. that we hive found you
at last-yOu, and your fhild." Edgar
tried twice to speak, bit vainly. ana
plying his agitation, lis old friend
went on. -, .J !
You must come hon e with JUS. at
once, Edgar" she sail well wrap
little Beatrice up and fou shall carfy
her down to the carriage. You see,
Edgar, l manage thing just as macn
as ever. Kitty, do yor know, you have
found your little cousin for US? no.
not a word until we are at. home, run
down to the carriage fer the fur fopes'
Edgar, and perhaps your good MIS-.
Callahan will give us some shawn.
Not out of these ROOMS for five yeass.
All the more reason she should 90
now-thats ALL" Then aside 70
Edgar. Beatrice needs you, my poy'
she has neither father nor husband
she has pinned for You ever since .tne
day you left her. You must come y
There We're not many words spoken
after that. Mrs. Perkins, in HAPPY
daZe, followed the orders OF MISS
Thornton, aiding in the bundling up o.
the little invalid, who chung fascinated
to her new friend The tear-staiheu
though joyful, Mrs. Callahan came y
their assistance and in SURPRISINGLY
short time, the fitting was success
fully accomplished. Well-bred maios
are never surprised, OF, those IN th'
Perkins household might have peel
when directed by telephone to put wv
guest rooms in immediate order. -
one of them the little Beatrice wa
carried and put into bed. Kitty a
last comprehending her achievement
dancing about in a seventh heaven y
delight.
The guests Of the evening fount
Kitty's place amply filled by .n'
handsome cousin, SO opportuneiy al
rived, and fingered on far past con
ventional hours, listening to tales y
travel and adventure which Kitty
chicken-man told most lightly az
charmingly, but finally, the iast ~"
departed, just as Miss Thornton ra.
un to see If those happy chiloren
were well asleep Then there wa
silence. At last Edgar broke It.
Beatrice. he said, your ialns
made me promise that I would nav
no communication with you 1or III -
year. At the end of six months. !
wrote to me- that you were marrl.a
he did not even tell me your no:
name. A month y after, mali'e'
Beatrice, never ask me of my WIZ
thought she cared for me, that ! cou,
make her happy. At the end OF a We ~
came home to find her lying uy =.
drunk upon the floor. WHAT MS. :. =.
was, you shall never know. When -
little daughter was born, Win w. -,
eyes. my Fair-star, ! began 70 -
again, for her sake. for / had given =
your name. When she was u.s
months old, Ida, her mother fell oo !,
stairs with her, and injured hel =
life, she win never stand on her.Iss
Ida died two years after the CHIC
born, a besotted drunkard. !n.
brought Beatrice to Boston ana ~ ~
a home for her in that tenement
you saw her in today. Coca -.
Callahan has cared for her ~.
faithfully. / have done free lance W. !.
-'gSs (Contiluea % Pags nisnL1