Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1913-07-16


the injured woman.
shiTerins; In the night air and blush
ing at the publicity which her impul-
sive net bad accustomed. Camilla meek.
" followed the doctors tail form as
he strobe along 10 whare red lantern
CLEANED above a stone doorway.
Here We are" he announced cheer
fully. aud at his direction Camilla
pressed a button which opened the
front door Ike magic. and they were
bathed In the grateful warmth Of
long. red lighted. crimson earpeted
hall.
The physician turned aside into re-
eeption room and laid the woman on
leather couch. She was a small. meek
looking little body. with Sow white
hair. from which a shabby little bon
net hung disconsolately. Her old fash
Toned mantle was thin and worn, and
shabby piece OF mink fur was tied
about her throat Her eyes were
bright and shining. and her thin hands
caressed the folds of the Paisley
shawl which the physician was care
fully Withdrawing from her form.
How beautiful 1t Isl she sighed re-
gretfully. ut seems so like old times
to have the feel of II between my fin
gers She closed her faded eyes. and
two tears trickIed down her wrinkled
cheeks.
Il wish you would keep it for few
days." said Camilla with another i'm
pulse to pity. "oniy--I don't see how I
am to get home
"Oh. IL ! might Just have 1t to look
at. 1t Is SO much like one | owned
many years ago. You will scarcely be-
lieve me. my dears. but once lost
Paisley shawl from my own carriage
II was gift from my hnsband-and
never recovered it." The old woman
pressed the shawl with loving fingers.
which threaded the silken fringe with
little stroking movements Of delight In
its very touch.
what shall do. doctor?'' asked Ca
milia In perplexity. II would dearly
love to crafty her DESIRE"
"She viii be here at the most for
couple Of days" returned the physi-
clan gravely. your beautiful shawl
seems TO have acted as n restorative In
her case. and IL you care to leave 1t
here until she departs will assure you
that Ii will be treasured. Ii Is very
beautiful | can remember that my
grandmother wore one like that"
He smiled boyishly. and the smile
seemed to invade every feature of bis
good looking face. Without more ado
be stepped to a wardrobe and brought
forth a long army cape Of dark blue.
"If you will wear this home he sug-
gested.
THAT Is just the thing" said Camilla
as he laid Ii over her shoulders and she
fastened II about her white throat She
went over to the woman lying on the
couch and took one OF the thin hands In
her own.
II hope you will feel very much bet
ter at once she said sweetly. 81 am
going TO leave my shawl with you
while you are under the doctors care.
You viii enjoy that?''
Indeed | will" smiled the woman
gratefully. at looks like the one lost
SO many years ago"
where did you lose it?' asked Ca
milla quickly.
an little New England village call.
ed Biakeford." said the woman slowly.
as If refreshing a latent memory MY
husband and were enjoying driving
tour through some Of the country
towns. and always carried my shawl
with me. II was so soft and warm and
so rich In color that loved TO look at
II. While we were passing through
Blakeford our progress was interrupted
by cable message from abroad call.
ing us to the bedside of our only son.
suppose the shawl was dropped from
the carriage during our mad rush to
catch the only train that would con.
meet us with a departing steamer.
did not miss 1t until we arrived In New
York, and | knew 1t would be too late
to recover It, Your shawl is a perfect
copy OF my own. l suppose it Is an
heirloom"
TELL me what year you lost your
shawl" requested Camilla with agita.
ton
~"It was In 1888. well remember
the date. for our son died. and then
my husband followed. and since then
my life has been one Of loneliness and
hard work"
Camilla pressed the shawl around
the shrunken form. and she bent grace
fully and kissed the withered cheeks.
ut is your very own shawl come back
to you across the years." she whis-
pered. "ard perhaps II is to herald bet
ter times for you"
She sat down and related to the en-
raptured old woman the story Of how
her own parents had found the shawl
In the village of Blakeford In the year
1888. and DIR. Lindley stood near, an In
terested listener. His eyes more often
rested on the animated face OF the
beautiful girl. and he appeared to be
,;dgouIouotv piaa sad xyhan the old w.