The record., 1913-09-25

SEEMED TO BE ENOUGH
ey NELLIE caAVEY GILMORE.

ed. or lying In rich satin abundance
all over her little fluffy shoulders
when she was still. Her eyes were
big and round and peculiarly blue
like twin cornhowors--and there were
perpetual discs OF pink In the small
oval cheeks.
The day was hot to gultriness, the
sun beating upon the lake with fierce
intensity and transforming 1t into
great sparkling pool of melted metal
Winifred hurried down the road as
fast as her long, white-stockinged legs
would carry her, the big sun hat
scarlet with poppios-flying back from
her head by it's muslin ribbons. She
found a tempting tuft of grass in the
shadow of a giant water oak, and sat
down TO eat her lunch. When she
had finished, she crossed her hands in
her lap, and sat gazing out across
the lake with suddenly tired, absent
eyes. She heard the village clock
strike two-then three-and all at
once, the water began to dance and
simmer and grow black before her
eyes. A horrible dizziness settled
over her, and she flung herself down
on the cool, grateful grass and closed
her eyes. Then came oblivion.
When the little girl came back to
earth again she was lying in her own
bed with the pretty canopy OF blue
satin, and the cloudy white draperles
all around. She felt numb and stiff
and listless, and when she opened her
lips to speak, her voice sounded SO
tiny and far away. Many days pass
ed before she was allowed to sit up,
and hear all about herself and the
grave, kind man who had rescued
her.
Il should like so much to see him
and toto thank him." said Wini-
fred one day-the first she spent out
Of bed.
You may" replied her aunt, "for
he is here right now. He was very
i'll himself that day. The heat played
him an even more serious trick than
it did you"
So the little girl was wheeled into
the sick mans room, where he lay
pale and prostrated against his pill
low.
Il can never thank you enough,
she began, the pink in her checks
deepening to vivid scarlet. "What
in the world would have become OF
me if you had not happened upon
me?"
The invalid laughed and shook his
head. I'm glad, indeed, that | did.
he answered quickly. "but-what on
earth would have become Of me il
yonr kind aunt had not taken me ~?
'"Then l suppose we must be
'quitsT She laughed merrily, show
ing all her dlmples at once.
The other nodded. DO you know,
he asked presently, why it was
wanted SO much to see you as soon as
/ could?"
Wont you tell me?"
1T was because once 1 had q little
girl, with long yellow curls just like
yours, and big blue eyes. You-you
reminded me lot of her that day
/ found you unconscious by the lake
Do you mind my telling you this?"
'No-oh, no. And your little girl
where is she now? She is not-is
She"
''She is not dead. But"
/ Winifred looked at him suddenly
with wide, bewildered eyes.
. II lost her." the man explained
after a pause. and the little girl dl(
not question him further.
my mamma will be home tomor
row." she remarked, in q. change O.
tone, "and i want you to meet her
She-oh, you don't know how crate
full she will be to you. I-she hasn'
any one but me-" she added quickly
"Iiave you no father?" he question
cd gently.
Winifred shook her pretty gold heat
slowly back and forth. mot now,
she said.
Never mind. l oughtn't to hav'
asked you. Won't you tell me some
thing about that--Mamma?
"She is the dearest, best and mos
beautiful creature in all the world!
Winifred broke cut, an uplifted smile
on her dainty, flushed face, Every
body loves mamma She is so gooC
and kind and true.
The sick man nodded, not trusting
himself to speak. lie watched he
in silence as she unfastened the lock
ct from long gold chain and held i
out to him.
$50 this is-your mother?" he ask
ed, after long, long pause.
, There was a long silence, duIiIi
which, the door opened and closed o;
noiseless hinges and some one cam'
softly into the room.
Mammal"
"Ny little sweetheart" The WON
an clasped her arms about the chill,
and held her in Ions. fervent enl
, brace. When she looked up. pal
, OF dark, eager eyes were fixed upol
her.
4 This Is the gentleman who save'
I my life. mamma. Aren't you" Blu
the look on her mothers face inter
, rupted her.
; Katharine! For Gods sake don
|. turn away from me now. II am
Y different man Heaven knows l viii
/. try to be worthy OF you ii you viii
G come back TO ne and give me on
, more chancei"
D The woman had buried her face II
her hands, and her body shook witt
sobs. When she looked up, her eye