Evening star., 1915-03-12

day, Mr.. Crandall. Won't you let me
keep her with me daytimes until you
until she is strong again.
For a moment Crandall looked at her
silently He felt the sympathy under
living the conventional tone. and knew
the he little sister had told many things. q
don't like to impose" he began De
"Then it's settled" Elizabeth interrupt
ed. Giving one pleasure is not lmpos-
ing"
formation in Uncle Jasper's home. There
after it rang to childish laughter: birds
sang in the windows; flowers bioomeo
there: Mrs. Piggott began to wear a
benevolent smile, and might be seen daily
carrying dainty dishes to little woman
next door who knitted.
And all through the summer the
neglected garden was a garden OF de-
light, where the child played and grew
strong. where the little woman knitted
and laughed with Mrs. Piggott, and
where Bob Crandall sat for a few mo
ments every evening and talked with
Elizabeth, who began to feel that she
was having the happiest summer OF her
life. The rebellion which had surged
over her upon her introduction to No. 10
Pleasant court was a forgotten thing, and
when she did wonder what could have
been her uncIe's object in housing her
there she dismissed the wonder lightly.
What does 1t matter" she reflected, as
long as l know that I've brought happi-
ness into a few lives and as long as l
know I'm happy myself?" She hushed
family and did not know why.
But she did before they were far into
the winter, when she discovered that the
light hour Bob Crandall spent in her
CHEEKY sitting room. He told her of his
work, his outlook for success. finally Of
a hope that had become the greatest in
centive of his life. And when he came
to her just at the expiration of her year
and told her of the wonderful success
that had come to him, all the more pre-
cious because it made possible Elizabeth.
she knew that Uncle Jasper's "tiresome
clause" had brought her a great joy. She
told Bob SO tremuiousiy.
She said to Mrs Piggott later: 1T
want you to go on just as I have been
doing. Make a home for our little knit
ter. and do things, good things In Pleas
ant court until Until we-return."
toned.
"D1dn't / say? Oh. to California;
The next day was the last day of her
year. In the morning she received a
letter from her lawyer inclosing one di.
rected simply to Elizabeth" She held
it unopened many moments. Somehow
she dreaded this message from the un-
known uncle She looked out, hesitat-
ingly, into the court, where he had lived
loveless. friendless life. yet where she
had found SO much. At last she opened
the letter with little sigh
"Elizabth,'' she read. 'if you wonder
why / put you in the dreary atmosphere
of No. 10 Pleasant court, find my reason
in your name-Elizabeth. You are named
for your mother. the most charitable.
most lovable woman who ever lived. 1t
is in the hope that you resemble her, and
therefore will be likely to do good where
have failed SO miserably, that I stipu-
late one year in Pleasant court. There
is an immense field for good on either
side of you, in Mrs. Piggott. and all along
the court / have always realized 1t
was there. but / am one of those un-
happy, crosse grained mortals who, while
seeing the need Of well doing. stubbornly
does nothing. Something tells me that
you won't fail me; that you will blot
out the memory of a era bbed, soured old
man and make the name Elizabeth loved u
(THE END.)