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

low her what it had denied for SO long. With
sigh of perfect contentment she stretched out her
hand, and a warm, strong, essentially unsplrltual
hand Immediately closed over it. She opened
her lips. She wanted to ask Caspar how he
ded--if he had been happy in the ten years since
they parted-thousands of things; but her wits
were not yet absolutely under her control, so
what she did say Il didn't think they made
frilled pillow cases in Paradise" She said 1t
very weakly. Then she opened her eyes very
wide and said, How stupid l anil was
dreaming-I thought it Caspar's voice. On,
Cod"
The man who had stood at the head of her
bed, where she could not see him, came round
into sight 1T is Caspar. dear love-" he said.
"FIorenc9ss it is Caspar! They thought You be-
longed here. dear, and told them they were
right. Oh, Florence, to think you should come
back to like this" -.-.
| Miss Montague came very near to losing con
seriousness again And Dr. Maddox cursed him
self for fool for disclosing his identity so soon.
! But joy seldom Injuries and in a few moments
she was half-sitting up in his arms saying, eager
| ". "But the notice-the death notice in the
'Times'-it was your name-your age-every-
| thing"
! Caspar Maddox held her closer.
| TT was my father, dear" he said, the old
man who parted us ten years ago, when Was
weak-willed youth and you girl with ms
taken sense of duty. The age was meant for
Eeighty-eight, but the first figure indstinct.
May he rest IN peace now; poor olu iehoW-
he made the amende honorable. though he doesn't
know it. His death has really been the means
of bringing you TO mel
what do you mean?" asked Miss Montague
slowly.
My little girl Florence was put into ycur
charge today at Bristol. She was staying .here
when he died"
''Your little girl!7 she asked, painfully
His face flushed. My father married RE to
the woman he had always bad in his eye Oh,
yes. was a weak fool child, but hal los; you
and nothing seemed 10 matter. She vas good
wife to me-far better than ] dcser!ed, Tor
told her the truth from the first.
."Nyas. Caspar?" she interrupted him.
YES. she died when little Florence vas born;
the small child you travelled with, YOU snow
The little thing came home quite full CT you
lust now. The nice crying lady whose name
=. was the same as her own, TO Whom she gave
: her lucky bean" ....r
"Dsar little soul-did she give it to M:
J didn't know"
!. 1T was-in an enveloPe-sn envelope shn bad
. received from me. She had put it in Vle ockst
J, of your cloak. The station master fo' nd !: and
!, handed II to me. That is why they b,ougtt you
: here, Florence They thought you we're Miss
!. Maddox, do you see?
never saw her hide the bean there-tut was
= too wretched to see anything. Caspar the little
4 Florence was right-it has been masc't, hasn't
g it," -...
n The doctor bent down and kissed her very
t reverently.
>, 1T has indeed" he said. And now I'm going
: to send my housekeeper to sat with You while
v YOU get some sleep. She's an old lady wlo has
seen better days, and has very aristoa att' con-
3 nections. You'll find her bit depre,sHt but
h she's good to little Florence and I'm only keep
II ing her till"
He hesitated -.-
!. 1.Til WHAT" she asked, and her face flushed
10 brightly for she knew.
4 TIL can get the only ho"5etesn'r ''-'
wanted he said and left he