Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1920-10-22

ful glance toward the door, as the
long lashes sank on the white cheeks,
Tor the first sleep the boy had ever
taken in a clean, white, soft bed. The
prim nurse, softened for one from
her precise attention to duties, stood
and looked upon the lovely face of
the sleeping child, wondered what his
life had been, and how the future
would be for him. She half pitied
him that the ball had not gone near
er to the vital spot inc taken him to
heaven ere he missed the way, so
angel-like his face appeared in the
shining gold hair fuffed back upon
the pillow now, like a halo.
CHAPTER II.
Little Starr Endicott, sleeping in
her costly lace-draped crib on her
downy embroidered pillow, knew
nothing of the sin and hate and MUIR
der that rolled in a great wave on the
streets outside, and had almost touch
ed her own little life and blotted it
out. She knew not that three notable
families whose names were inter-
woven in her own, and whose blood
flowed in her tiny veins represented
the great hated class of the Rich, and
that those upon whom they had
climbed to this height looked upon
them as an evil to be destroyed; nor
did she know that she, being the last
of the race, n in her name repre-
senting them all, was hated most of
all.
Starr Delevan Endicott! It was
craven upon her tiny pins and locket.
upon the circlet of gold that jewelled
her fnoar llnan hnr hr,cho, 80
combs; it was b%roidered upon her
dainty garments, and coverlets and
cushions, and crooned to her by the
adoring Scotch nurse who came of a
line that knew and loved as
aristocracy. The pride of the house
OF, Starr, the wealth Of the house Of
Delevan. the glory OF the house of
Endicott. were they not all hers, this
one beautiful baby who lay in her
arms to tend and to love. So unused
Morton as she hummed:
20 hush thee my babe, thy sire was
a knight,
Thy mother a ladie, both gentle and
And what cared Morton that the
mother in this case was neither gem
tie nor bright, but only beautiful and
selffsh3 It did but make the child
the dearer that she had her love to
herself.
And so the little Starr lay sleeping
in her crib. and the boy. her preserv-
|er. from nobody knew where. and of
nobody knew what name or fame. Law
sleeping also. And presently Defevan
Endicott himself came to look at
them both.
He came from the swirl of the sin
full turbulent world outside, and from
his freezing, petted wife's bedside.
She had been fretting at him for al
lowing a bank in which he happened
to be president to do anything which
should cause such a disturbance out
side her home, when he knew she was
SO Not word about the
little step that had stood for an in
slant between her baby and eternity,
Her husband reminded her gently
death. and how she should rejoice
that she was safe, but her reply had
been a rush of tears. n ooh, YES.
you always think of the baby, never
of me, your Wife,"
With a sigh the man had turned
from his fruitless effort to calna her
troubled mind and gone to his little
daughter. He had hoped that his
wife would go with him, but he saw
the hopelessness of that idea.
The little girl lay with one plump
white arm thrown over her head, the
curling baby fingers just touching the
rosy cheek, flushed with sleep. She
looked like a rosebud herself, so
beautiful among the ROSE and lacey
draperies of her couch. Her dark
curls. SO fine and soft and wonderful,
with their hidden purple shadows
and the long dark curling lashes to
match the finely pencilled brows,
brought out each delicate feature OF
the lovely little face. The father, as
he looked down upon her, wondered
how it could have been in the heart
Of any creature, no matter how wick
ed, to put out this vivid little life. His
little Starr, his n TREASURED!
The man that had tried to do it,
could he have intended it really, OF
was 1t only a random shota The ties.
tinony Of those who saw judged It in.
tention. The fathers %quickened
heart-beats told him 1t was, and hi
felt that the thrust had gone deep,
How they had neal to hurt him
How they must have hated him to
have wished to hurt him SO! How
they would have hurt his life ire
~trivevably II the shot had done It'll
work. II that other little atom OF
human life had not interviewed!
Where was the boy vino had saved
his child? He must 90 anA sec hin.