The Anderson daily intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson, S.C.) 1914-1915, 1914-07-12
when you drive up, make as little
noise "a n0SSihlp ~


noise as possible"
"Yes. sir" called down the driver
When the carriage drew up 1T the
journeys end the man inside jumped
out and listened toward the gates. He
scrutinized the Sign on one of the
posts. This was the place.
Miss FarlOw's Private School
The bundle in his arms stirred and
he hurried up the path 10 the house.
He seized the ancient knocker and
struck several times. He then placed
the bundle on the steps and ran back
to the waiting carriage, into which
he stepped
"On with you"
That's n good word. sir Maybe we
can make your train"
do YOU think you could find this
place again?"
"You couldn't get me on this pike
again, sir. for thousand; not met"
The door slammed and the unknown
sank back against the cushions He
took out his handkerchief and wiped
the damp Precipitation from his fore
head. The big burden was off his
mind. Whatever happened in the fu-
ture. they would never be ate to get
him through his heart So much for
the folly Of his youth.
It was quarter after TO- Miss
Susan Farlow hai just returned to the
reception room from her nightly tour
OF the upper halls to see IL all he =
charges were in bed, where the rules
OF the school confined them after 8: 30
1t was at this moment that she heard
the thunderous knocking al the door.
The old maid felt her heart stop beat
ing for a moment. Who could 1t be, at
this time of night? Then the thought
came swiftly that perhaps the parent
or some one Of her charges was Ill and
this was the summons. Stilling her
fears. she went resolutely to the door
and opened it. l
There was no one in sight.
"Who Is it?" she called.
No one answered. She cupped her
hand to her ear. She could hear the
clatter of horses 'dimly.
"Well!" she exclaimed; rather an
griiy, too. She was in the act OF clos
ing the door when the light from the
hall discovered to her the bundle on
the steps. She stopped and touched
It.
"Gcod heavens, It's child"
She picked the bundle up. A whim-
per came from 1t. tired little whim-
per OF protest. She ran back to the
reception room. A foundling! And
on her doorstep! 1t was incredible.
What in the world should she do? It
would create scandal and hurt the
prestige OF the school. Some one had
mistaken her select private school for
farmhouse. 1t was .frightful.
Then she unwrapped the child. 1t
was about year old, dimpled and
golden haired. A thumb was In it's
rosebud mouth and its blue eyes look
ed up trustfully into her own.
= "Why, your cherub!" cried the old
maid, q. strange turmoil in. her heart.
She caught the child to her breast, an
then for the first time noticed the
thick envelope pinned to the. child's
cloak. She put the baby into chair
and broke open the envelope.
Name this child Florence Gray. I
will send1 annually q liberal sum for
her support and reclaim her on her
eighteenth birthday. The other half
of the enclosed bracelet will Identify
me. Treat the girl we'll. for l shall
watch over herjl secret" IL
Into the fixed routine or her hum
drum life had come. a,nystery, tanta-
liking, fascinating mystery. She had
read OF fonndlingsS left on dcoEsteps--s
from paper covered novels conflscatsd
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