A Beautiful Possibility
ildreth's roomy coach-house, watching Pompe
wn devices. Her uncle was away all day, Louis at College, and her aunt busy with social duties. Her cousins had their own particular friends, who were not slow to vote the silent girl with the m
on steadily with his work. Dexterously he swept the curry-comb over the shining coats and then drew it through the brush in his left hand with a curious vocal accompaniment, somethi
now my father?" s
n'. He use ter call me 'Pompous,'" and Pompey chuckled softly. "He say when I git inter my fur coat I look as gran' on de box as de Jedge do inside; an' one day he braided de horses' manes inter a hunderd tails an' tied 'em wid yaller ribbun, 'cause he said de crimps wuz in de fashun an' yaller wuz de Jedge's 'lecshun color. De Jedge wuz powerful angry. He don't
horses my fath
lack ez night. Mass Lennux use
s face
es' go home an' cheer up de Missis, yer don't hev no call to worry 'bout de horses.' An'
ne. That was just
is powerful lonesum
egret. Evadne sank down on a bench whi
, I wish I
z no call ter wish dat
Jesus wants her
ed her eyes
he repeated. "Why, Po
ransfigured t
rien'," he
"Oh, Pompey, if that is true,
'Vadney don't need ter go far
hoed Evadn
s 'Vadney. He's allers wid me wherever I is workin', an' when I is up on my box a drivin' troo de streets, he's
so sure?" she
'I will not leave you orphuns, I will cum ter you.' I '
t see him,"
our friens in de dark. You didn't need ter s
vadne's voi
me wid my Father
u call God
ess came over
inter de shinin of his face an' say 'my Father,' 'cause I'se hidden away in his
look for him!" Evadne
rry-comb and brush and f
sum an' hungry, an' de col' rain of sorrow is beatin' on her head. Lord, thou is de good Shepherd. Let
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ng for the twentieth time the letter which Evadne had placed in hi
's quixotic theories. By what possible chance could a child of that age know how to ma
upon the pile of age-worn paper
These she will follow implicitly, under your supervision, and I feel confident the result will be a well-developed character along the lines
r, bold address. "That is not the handwriting of a fool,"
sidious, tempting, the other urging him to take the upright course. Had his eyes not been holden he would have seen them, the one dark-browed, ma
ded by your judgment. There is n
wered. "It is a most un
appointed her guardia
ther's last wil
be broken. This one is
ly honorable
not know, and, if she did, would
ey. He had a right to do
not have money now what are you going to do? This has come just in time, for you know your credit is already strained to it
ne. A little capital in hand would give you a chance to water
does not belong to yo
er out now to five times the amount of your income. This
u to put yourself
s, 'If any provide not for his own, especially his own kindred, he
you will be dishonored
the world. You owe it to your position in society, and the church, to keep above the waves." The li
ter, with his own, far under the pile
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régime spiders and moths found no tolerance, and a magnificent black cat effectually frightened away the audacious rodents which were tempted to depredations by the toothsome cereals in the great bins. In one corner Pompey had improvised for her a luxurious couch of hay and rugs, and in this fragrant retreat Evadne studied her strange new book. S
rk and the mellow strains floated up the stairway and soothed her lonely heart. His childlike faith became to her a tower of refuge, and often, when
er, "what pleasure you can find in sitting in a stable in com
orn in a stab
orld has that
as everything to do with me,"
known by the company we keep. I should imagine Pompey's
hy, my dear, Pompey is a modern Socrates, bound in e
e Hildreth's niece, that is all I have to say,
s of the world, and things which are despised, and things which are n
with a careless laugh. "You are getting to be a regular interrogation point. We are not
elieve you have touched your table scarf since they were here before. What will Cel
seems such silly work, to draw threads
her eyebrows wit
e. You'll never convert her into an elegant tr
ard for the decorums of society. Don't, I beg of you, give utterance to such heres
Louis gravely. "If she had, there w
but made no remark. Her brother's sar
end to call you by that name in futur
one who had ever abbreviated her name. "I
, pr
e rest of the lower animals, I have a
ll the girls at school call me Isa. Mamma, did you remember to order the tulle for our wings? Cl
What in the world
ust raise money in some way. Th
but I did not know butterfli
ad was a Mother Goose, and we have had Brownie suppers and Pink teas and eve
e is much left, after you deduct the cost of the preparation. People migh
in the church. As to the trouble, of course we do
who, having struck for freedom of thought, was following up her advantage
those who cannot afford to take part, and t
ice theatre," said
Marion, who was astonished at herself. "Suppose you try if they wouldn'
!" and Louis ap
istian names of all the ungainly people in the congregation. The other sopranos would feel complimented to have a prima-donna with a face like a full moon
y is only skin deep, Isabelle. She supports a sick mother and five children and that is more than any of
ch should be so heavily encumbered. I am sure you contribute handsomely and the
eir pockets, so the weight of the burden falls upon a few. The expenses are very heavy. Jerome wants
he money for that. Professional singing is such an attraction!
the city. He is going to preach next Sunday on the moral progress of social sciences, and next month he co
each Jesus Christ?" as
t subject so often. Doctor Jerome says he wants his people to have an intelli
s he is 'perfectly heavenly in affliction.' Her little sister died last week, you know. It is so awkward that it s
idence!" said Louis gra
dn't have the regulatio
ards the fireplace. Whe
only other occu
Jesus Christ at a Butterfly Social is tremendously incongruous. We have the best of it, Evadne, for we live up
ed at h
g at the Metropolitan in Richard II
t, and enjoyed
Billionaires
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