The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-07-12

'.SSo., sir. I used to live in Concord. but'-
 Concord? Concord? Concord where?" ~Concord, N. H. came on the cars. Auntie knew a man who was going to Boston, and he said he'd take care of me as far as that and then put me on the train to come down here. I stop ped at bis folks house in Charlestown last night, and this morning we got up early, and he bought me ticket and started me for here. I had box with@my things in 1t, but 1t was so heavy I couldn't carry it, so I left 1t up at the depot The man there said it would be all right and you could send for it xhen'--
 sI could send for it? could7 What in the world Say, child. you've made a mistake in your beardn's. 'Tain't me you want to see; it's some of your folks relations most likely. Tell me who they are; maybe know 'em."
 The girl sat upright in the big chair. Her dark eyes opened wide, and her chin qufvered-
 ~Ain't you Captain Cyrus Whit taker?" she demanded. "You said you was"
 "Yss, yes. am I'm Cy Whitaker, but what
 ~Wen, auntie told me-
 "Auntiel Auntie who?'
 ~Auntie Oliver. She isn't really my auntie, but mamma and me lived in her house for ever so long, and SOL
 sTWait, wait, waiti I'm hull down in the fog. This is gettin' too thick for me Your aunt1e's names Oliver and you lived in Concord, N. H. For-for thunder sakes, what's your name?''
 Emily Richards Thomas"
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 '<Yes, sir.'
 M ssEmily Richards Thomas! What was your mas nameT'
 Mamma was Mrs. Thomas Her front name was Mary. Shes dead. Don't you want to see your letter? I've got it now"
 She lifted one of the Tapping coat sleeves and extended a crumpled, damp envelope. Captain Cy took 1t in a dared fashion and drew a long breath Then he tore open the envel- ope and read the following:
 Dear Czptatn whittaker-The bearer of this ts Emily Richards Thomas She is seven. going eight, but old for her years- Her mother was Mary Thomas you wrote to about Keeping house for you. but she had been dead fortnight before your letter come. She had bron- having always been delicate and with more troubles tc bear than she could stand. poor thingl Since her husband. who I say was scamp even if he is dead left her and the baby she has took rooms with me and done sewing and such When she passed away I wrote to Seth Howes, a relation of hers out west and. 90 far as know, the only she had I told the Howes man that Mary had gone and Emnnie was left Would fR her IT r-rfa Ind GAfl 7sz rrzff wrote they couldn't, being poorer than poverty themselves. I was afraid she would have to go to home, but when your letter came ] wrote the Howeses again And AfrE- HOwes wrote back that you was rich and a sort of farofr rela- don Of Marys and probably you would be glad to take the child to bring up. Said that she had correspondence with you about Mary before. So send care of her, and can't afford 1t, though I would H could. for she's a real nice child and some like her mother I sc hops she can stay with you It seems a shame to send her to the orphan asylum. send along what clothes she's got which afn't many. Respectfully yours
 SARAH OLIVER
 Captain Cy read the letter through. Then he wiped his forehead.
 @Welli'' he muttered well! I nev- CT in my nfel Fl never did! Of aIr'-
 Emily Richards Thomas looked up from the depths of the coat collar.
 Don't you thfnk,'' she said, ''that you had better send to the depot for my box7 I can get dry some this way but mamma always made me change my clothes as soon as I could. Sne used to be afraid I'd get cold"