The Prescott daily news., 1913-08-13
SEEMED TO BE ENOUGH
By NELLIE cRAvEY GILMORE.

Oho hhu iou& yeiiOW curt6 that look ed like gltstening columns of gold. bobbing in the sunlight when she walk ca, or lying in rich satin abundance all over her little fluffy shoulders when she was still. Her eyes were Dig and round and peculiarly blue nke twin cornfiowers-andt there were perpetual discs of pink in the small oval cheeks.
 The day was hot to sultriness. the sun beating upon the lake with fierce intensity and transforming it into a great sparkling pool of melted metal
 Winifred hurried down the road as last as her long. white-stockinged legs would carry her, the big sun hat scarlet with poppies-fying back from her head by its muslin ribbons. She found a tempting tuft of grass in the shadow of 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 draperies 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.
 T 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, flor he is here right now. He was very i'll himself that day The heat played him an even more serious trick than 1t did you"
 So the little girl was wheeled into the sick mans room, where he lay pale and prostrated against his pil- low.
 "I can never thank you enough" :" she began. the pink in her cheeks deepening to vivid scarlet What in the world would have become of me If you had not happened upon mel"
 The invalid laughed and shook his head. I'm glad, indeed, that l did," he answered quickly. "but-what on earth would have become of me if your kind aunt had not taken me in?"
 Then 1 suppose we must be 'quits7'" She laughed merrily, show ing all her dimples at once.
 The other nodded Do you know" he asked presently, why it was ] wanted so much to see you as soon as l could?"
 Wont you tell me?"
 Tt was because once had little girl, with long yellow curls just like yours, and big blue eyes. You-you reminded me a lot of her that day l 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,
 "I-I lost her." the man explained after a pause, and the little girl did not question him further
 My mamma will be home tomor- row." she remarked, in a change of tone, "and I want you to meet her. She-oh, you don't know how grate- full she will be to you. I-she hasn't any one but me-" she added quickly.
 Have you no father?" he question ed gently.
 Winifred shook her pretty gold head slowly back and forth Not now" she said.
 Never mind. I oughtnt to have asked you. Won't you tell me some thing about that-Mamma?
 ''She Is the dearest, best and most beautiful creature in all the world!" Winifred broke out. an uplifted smile on her dainty, flushed face, Every body loves mamma. She is so good and kind and true.
 The sick man nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He watched her fin silence as she unfastened the lock ct from long gold chain and held it out to him.
 "So this is-your mother?" he ask