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Site was quite n young girl?not
over twenty-one or twenty-two, Alan
]ud|!Ptl; 'ike g>r1s brought up in
wen^'v .ainilles. the seemed to Alan
to have gained young womanhood In
tor Urej tor degree in some vetDecta i
tlinn the girls he knew, while, at the j
ante time, In other ways, alio votuined '
more than they some characteristics j
of a child, lier slender figure had a ,
woman's assurunce and grace; her
soft brown hulr was dressed like a
woman's; her gray eyes had the open J
directness of the girl. Her face?
smoothly oval, with straight brows j
and a skin so delicate that at the
.temples the veins showed dimly blue?
was at once womanly and youthful;
and there was something altogether
likable and simple about her, as she
studied Alan now. She was slightly
pale, he noticed, and there were ll.tes
of strain and trouble about her ejes.
"I am Constance Sherrill," she announced.
Iler tone implied quite evidently
that she expected him to have
some knowledge of her, and she seemed
surprised to see that her name did tv->t
mean more to 1dm
"Mr. Corvet Is not here this morn*
Ing," she snid.
,He hesitated, but j>erslsted: "I was
to see him here today, Miss Sherrlll.
He wrote me, and I telegraphed hlm'I
would he here to-day."
"I know," she answered. "We had
yoflr telegram. Mr. Corvet was not
here when It came, so my father
opened It." Her voice broke oddly,
and he studied her In Indecision, wondering
who thnt father* might be that
opened Mr. Corvet's telegrams.
"Mr. Corvet went away very suddenly,"
she explained. She seemed, he
thought, to be trying to make something
plain to him which might be a
shock to 1dm; yet herself to be uncertain
what the nature of that shock
tplght be. Her look was scrutinizing,
questioning, nnxlous, but not unfriendly.
"After he had written you
and something else had happened?
I think?to ulnrm my father about
him, father came here to his house to
look after him. He thought something
might have . . . happened to Mr.
Corvet here In his bouse. But Mr.
Corvet was not here."
"You mean he has?disappeared?"
"Yes; he has disappeared."
Alan gazed at her dlzZIly. Benjamin
Corvet?whoever he might be?
'
Alan Qazed at Her Dizzily?Benjamin j
Corvet?
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had disappeared; he had gone. Dl?l
any one eJso, then, know about Alan
Conrad?
"No one hns Been Mr. Corvet," nhe
aald, "since the day he wrote to
you. We knew that?that he became
so disturbed after doing thut?writing
to you?that we thought you must
bring with you Information of him."
"Information!"
"80 we have been waiting for you
to come here and tell us what you
know Mbout him or?or your connection
with him."
CHAPTER III
Discussion of a Shadow
Alan, (18 he looked Vonfusedly and
blankly at her, made no attempt to
nnswer the question she had tiHked,
or to explain. Ills silence and confusion,
he knew, must seem to Constance
Sherrlll unwillingness to answer
her; for she did not suspect that
he was unable to unswer her.
"You would rather explain to father
than to me," she decided.
He hesitated. What he wanted now
. was time to think, to learn who she
was and who her father wus, and to
adjust "himself to this strange reversal
of his expectations.
"Yes; I would rather do that," he
/t aald.
She caught up her fur collar and
muff from a chair and spoke a word
to the servant. As she went out on
to the porch, he followed her and
stooped to pick up his suitcase.
"Simmons will bring that," she said,
"unless you'd rather have It with you.
It la only a short walk."
They turned in at the entrance of?
house In the middle of the block end
went -up the low, wide stone steps ;
^Jths dOM opened to thorn Without ring
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upon Ills right lo a smaller one farther
down the hail.
"Will you wait here, please?" she 1
asked.
He sat down, and she left him; I
when her footsteps had died away, and
he COUld hear IIO other sminrlu ov,.u..i
the occasional soft trend of some
servant, he twisted himself ahorit in
his chair and locked around. Who
were thes? SherrillsV Who was Cor
vet. r.r-d what was his relation to th? 1
Sherrills? What, beyond all, wan theli
and Corvet'a relation to Alan Conrad?
to himself? The ihuck and confusion ,
he had felt at tlie_uature of hlslreceptlon
in Corvet's house, and the strangeness
of his transition from his little
Kansas town to a place and people
such us this, had prevented him from
inquiring directly from Constance
Sherrill us to that; and, on her part,
she had assumed, plainly, tiiat ho , 1
already.knew and need not be told.
He straightened utul looked about,
then got up, as Constance Sherrill
came hack into the room.
"Father Is not here Just now," she
said. "We weren't sure from your
telegram exactly at what hour you
would arrive, and that was why I
waited at Mr. Corvet's to be sure we
wouldn't miss you. 1 have telephoned
father, and he's coming home jit once."
She hesitated an Instant In the door- !
way, then turned to go out again. I
"Miss Sherrill?" he suid.
She halted. "Yes."
"You told ine you had been waiting
for me to come and explain my con- i
nectlon with Mr. Curvet. Well?I
can't do that; that Is what I came
here ho|rtng to find out."
She came buck towurd him slowly.
"What do you mean)" she asked,
lie fought down and controlled
resolutely the excitement In his voice,
as lie told her rapidly the little he
knew about himself.
lie could not tell definitely how she
was affected by what lie said. She
flushed slightly, following her first
start .of surprise after lte hud begun
to speak; when he had finished, he
saw fSiat she was a little pule.
"Then you don't know anything
about Mr. Corvet at all," she said.
, limit i goi nis jotter sending
for ine here, I'd never seen or heard
his name."
She was thoughtful for a moment.
"Thank you for telling me," she sold.
"I'lJ tell my father when he comes."
"Your father Is??" he ventured.
She understood now thtit the name
of Sherrlll Stud meant nothing to him.
"Father is Mr. Corvet's closest friend,
and his business partner as well," sue
explained.
lie thought she was going to tell
lilm smoothing more about them; hut
she seemed to decide to leuve that for
her father to do. She crossed to the
Idg chair beside the grute and seated
herself. As she sat looking at him,
hand- clasped beneath her chin, and
her elbows resting on the arm of the
chair, there was speculation aud interest
in her gaze; but she did not
ask him anything more about* himself.
She, he saw, was listening, like himself,
tor the sound of SherrUI's arrival
at the house; und when it came
she recognized it first, rose, and excused
herself. He heard her voice in
the hall, then her father's deeper voice
which answered; aud ten minutes
later, he looked up to see the man
these things had told him must be
Sherrlll stundlng In the door aud looking
at him.
Alan had arisen at sight of him;
Sherrlll, .as he cume in, motioned him
hack to his seat; he did not sit down
himself, but crossed to the mantel and
leaned against it.
"I am Lawrence Sherrlll," he said.
As the tull, graceful, thoughtful
man stood looking down at him, Alan
could tell nothing of the attitude of
this friend of Benjumln Corvet to
ward himself. Ills maimer had the
mime reserve toward Alan, the same
questioning consideration of lilna, that
Constance Sherrill had had after Alan
had told her about himself.
"My daughter lias repeated to me
what .you told her, Mr. Conrad,"
Sherrill observed. "Is there anything
you want to add to me regarding
that?"
"There's nothing I can add," Alan
answered. "I told her all that I know
about myself."
"And about Mr. Corvet?" J
"I know nothing ut all about Mr.
Corvet."
"I am going to tell you some things
about Mr. Corvet," Sherrill suld. "I
had reason?I do not want to explain
Just yet what that reason was?for
tlil riir Iricr vnu pnnM tall na <?ortuln
tiling* about Mr. Corvet, which would,
|H>rhap8, make plainer what has hapliened
to him. Wiien I tell you aliout
hlin now, it Is In the hope that, In !
that \yay, I may awake some forgotten
memory of him In you; If not that,
you may discover some coincidence of
da'ei or events In Cwvet's life with
dates or events In your own. Will you
tell me frankly, If you do discover anything
like that?"
"Yes; certainly." ? ~
For several moments, ftherrlll paced
up and down before the Are; then he
returned to hl? place before the
mantel.
"I first met Benjamin Corvet," he
commenced, "nearly thirty years ago.
I had come West for the first time
the year before; I was about your own
age and had been graduated from
college only a .abort time, and a' business
opening had offered Itself here.
Times were booming on the Great
Lakes. Chicago, which bad more than
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leaping up as ports. Men were growing
millions of bushels of grain which
they coiildn't ship except by lake;
hundreds of thousands of tons of ore
had to go by water; and there were
t?ns of millions of feet-of pine am}
hardwood from the Michigan forests.
Sailing vessels, it Is true, had seen
their day- and were disappearing from
the lakes; were being 'sold,' many of
them, as the say lug Is, 'to the Insurance
companies' by deliberate wrecking.
Steamers were taking their place.
Towing had conic lu I felt, young
man though I wus, that this transportation
matter was atJ one thing,
and that In the end the railroads
would own the ships. I have never
engaged very actively in the operation
of the ships; my iluughter would like
me to be more acttve In It than 1 have
been; but ever ulace, I have laid
money in lake vessels. It \vu9 the
year that 1 began thut sort of Investment
that 1 first met Corvet."
Alan looked up quickly. "Mr. Corvet
was??" he asked.
"Corvet wus?is a lakvmun," Sherrlll
said.
Alan sut motionless, us he recollected
the struage exaltation thut had
come to him when he saw the Jake
for the first time. Should he tell
Hherrlll of that? lie decided It was
too vague, too indefinite to be mentioned
; no doubt any other man used
only to the prairie might have felt tho
same. {
"He was a shipowner, then," he
suld.
"Yes; lie wus a shipowner?not,
however, on u large scale nt thut time.
He iiad been a master, Railing ships
which belonged to others; then he
had sailed one of his own. He wus
operating then, I believe, two vessels;
but with the boom times on the lakes.
Ids interests were beginning to expand.
I met him frequently In the
next few years, and we became close
friends."
SherrlU broke off and stared an instant
down at the rug. Alan bent
forward; he mnde no interruption but
only watched Sherrlll attentively.
"Between 18815, when I lirst met him,
and 180?), Corvet laid the foundation of
great success; Ids boats seemed lucky,
men liked to work for him, and he
got the best skippers and crews. There
was a saying that in ^torm a Corvet
ship never asked help; it gave it;
certainly in twenty years no Corvet
ship had suffered serious disaster.
Corvet was not yet rich, but unless
accident or undue competition intervened,
he was certain to become so.
Then something happened."
Sherrlll looked away at evident loss
how to describe it.
"To the ships?" Alan asked him.
"No; to him. In 18P0, for no apparent
reason, a great change came
over him."
"Ill 18JK1!"
"That was the venr."
Ainu bent forward, his heart throb
bliig in his throat. "That was aJso
the year when I was brought am! left J
with the Weltons In Kansas," he said.
Sherrlll did not speak for a moment.
"I thought," he said finally, "It must
have been about that time; but you
did not tell my daughter the exact
date."
"What kind of change came over
him that yenr?" Alan asked.
Sherrlll gazed down at the rug, then
ut Alan, then past him. "A change
In his wqy of living," he replied. "The
Corvet line of boats went on, expanded
; interests were acquired In
other lines; and Corvet and those
allied with hint swiftly grew rich. But
in all this great development, for
which Corvet's genius and ability had
laid the foundation, Corvet himself
ceased to take uctive part. He took
Into partnership, about n year later,
Henry Spearman, a young man who
had neen merely a mate on one of his
ships. This proved subsequently to
have been a good hmJTtiess move, for
Spearman had tremendous energy,
daring, nnd enterprise; and no doubt
Corvet had recognized these qualities
In him before others did. Since then
he has been ostensibly and publicly
the head of the concern, but he has
left toe management almost entirely
to Spearman. The personal .change
to Cervet at that time Is harder for
me to describe to you."
Sherrlll halted, his eyes dark with
thought, his lips pressed closely together;
Alan waited.
"When I saw Corvet again, in the
summer of *9C?I hud been South during
the latter part of tlie winter and
Hast through the spring?I waa Impressed
hy the vague but, to me,
"That Was 18?7."
alarming change In him.. I was reminded.
I recall, of a friend I had
had In college who had thought he was
In perfect health and had gone to an
examiner for life insurance and had
been refused, and was trying to deny
to himself and others that anything
could he the matter. But with Oorvet
I knew the trouble was not phyetcal.
The next year his wife left hlui."
"The year of?T Alan asked.
"That was 1807. There was no
question of their understanding and
affection up to tlia very tlipe she so
strangely left him. She died In France
In the spring of 1010. and fiorvet *
Alan nna started; Shettill looked at
l.im question lugly.
"The spring of 1010," Alan explained,
"was when I received the
bunk draft for fifteen hundred
dollars."
Shcrrill nodded | he did not seem
surprised to hear this; rather it appeared
to be confirmation of sonicthing
in his own thought.
"Following his wife's leaving him."
Sherrlil went on, "Corvet suw very
little of any one. He spent most of
ids time in ills own house; occasionally
he lunched at his club, at rare
intervals, and always unexpectedly, he
appeared at his office. I remember
that summer he was terribly disturbed
because one of his ships was
lost. The Corvet record was broken ;
a Corvet ship had appealed for help;
a Corvet vessel hud not reached port
. . . And Inter In the full, when two
deckhands were wnshed from another
of his vessels and drowned, he was
again greatly wrought up, though his
ships still had a most favoruble record
In 1902 I proposed to him that I buv
full ownership In the vessels I partly
roiuroiiod nnd any tnem with those
he nnd Spearman operated. Since
then, the firm name hns been Corvet.
SlierrlU, and Spearman.
"Our friendship hud strengthened
and ripened during those years. The
Intense activity of Corvet's mind,
which as a younger man he had directed
wholly to the shipping, was
directed, after he hud Isolated himself
In this way, to other things. He took
up utmost feverishly an Immense number
of studies?strunge studies most
of them for a man whose youth had
been almost violently active und who
had once been a lake captain. I cannot
tell you what they all were?
geology, ethnology, nearly a score of
subjects; he corresponded with various
scientific societies; he has given
aJinost the whole of his attention to
such things for about twenty years.
But he has made very few acquaintances
in thut time, and has kept
almost none of his old friendships.
He has lived ulone In the house on
Astor street with only one servant?
the same one all these years.
"The only house he has visited with
any frequency hns been mine. He has
always liked my wife; he had?he has
a great affection for my daughter, who,
when she was u child, ran In nnd out
of his home as she pleased. My
daughter believes now that his present
disappearance?whatever has happened
to him?Is connected In some
way with herself. I do not think that
Is so " ?
Sherrlll broke off nnd stood In
thought for a moment; tie seemed to
consider, and to decide that It was
not necessary to say anything more
on that subject.
"Is there anything In what I have
told you which makes It possible for
you to recollect or to explain?"
Alan shook his head, flushed, and
then grew a little pale. What Sherrlll
told him had excited lilin hy the coincidences
it offered between events In
Benjamin Corvet's life and his own;
It hud not made him "recollect"
Corvet, but It had given dettnlteness
and direction to his speculations as
to Corvet's relation to himself.
Sherrlll drew one of the large chairs
nearer to Alan and sut down facing
him. He felt In an Inner pocket and
brought out an envelope; from the envelope
he took three pictures, and
handed the smallest of them to Alan.
As Alan took It, he suw that It was
a tintype of himself as a round-faced
boy of seven.
"That is you?" Sherrlll asked.
"Yes; it whs tuken l>y the photographer
in Bine Rapids."
"And this?"
The seeond plot are. Alan saw, was
one that had been tuken In front of
the barn at the farm. It showed Alan
ut twelve. In overalls auditarel'ooted,
holding a stiek over his head at which
a shepherd dog was Jumping.
"Yes, that is Shep and I, Mr. Shcrrl11.
It was taken hy a man win*
stopped at the house for dinner one
day; he liked .Shep and wanted a
picture of him; so he got me to make
Shop Jump, and he took it."
"Doesn't It occur to you that it was
your picture he wanted, and that he
had been sent to get It? I wanted
your verification that these earlier
pictures were of you, but this last one
Is easily recngnlzuhle."
Sherrlll unfolded the tldrd picture;
it was larger than the others and had
lieen folded across the middle to get
it Into the envelope. Aian leaned forward
to look at It.
"That Is the University of Kansas
football team," he said. "I am the
second one in the front row; I played
end my Junior year and tackle when
I was a senior. Mr. Corvet??"
"Yes; Mr. Corvet had these pictures.
They came Into my possession day hefore
yesterday, the day nfter Corvet
disappeared; I do not want to tell Just
yet how they did that."
Alan's face, which had been flushed
at first with excitement, hnd gone
quite paie, nno nis nanus, us no
clenched and unclenched them nervously,
were cold, and his lips were
very dry. He could think of no possible
relationship between Benjamin
Corvet and himself, except one, which
couJd account for Corvet's obtaining
and keening these pictures of him
through nie years.
"I think you know who I am," Alan
said.
"You have guessed, if I am not mistaken,
that you are Corvet's son."
The color flamed to Alan's face for
an Instant, then left It paler than hefore.
"I thought It must be that way,**
he answered; "but yon said he had no
children."
, "FU't.J'.inln Corvet and Ms wife had
no children."
"I -'hough t that was what you
mean#. * A twinge twisted Alan ?
face; !ie tried to control lh?t?ut for a
moment could not.
"I>o not mlsupprehend your father,H
Sherrlll said quietly. "I cannot prevent
what other people may think
when tliey learn this; but I do not
share yuch tnoOght* with them. There
Is much In this I cannot understand;
hut I know that It Is not merftly the
resulj of what others may think It?
of 4a wife la more ports than one,'
n? you will hear the lakemen put It.
J What lies under this la some great
misadventure which had changed and
fcdp?tm*ed all veuv father's life,"
1 T am going to aHk you to be my
guest for n short time, Alan." he unnounced.
"I have had your hag
carried to your room; the man will
show yon which one It Is."
Alan hesitated; he felt that Sherrlll
had not told liiiu all he knew?that
| there were some things Sherrlll pur|
posely was withholding from him; hut
[ he could not force Sherrlll to tell more
than he wished; so after an instant's
Irresolution, he accepted the dismissal.
Sherrlll walked with 1dm to the
door, and gave his directions to the
servant; he stood watching, as Alan
anil the man went up the stairs. Then
he went hack and seated himself In
the chair Alan had occupied, and sat
with hands grasping the arms of the
chair while he stared into the fire.
He seemed to he considering and debuting
something within himself; and
presently -lie seemed to come to a decision.
He went up the stairs and on
the second floor he went to a front
room and knocked. Alan's voice told
hint to come In. Sherrlll went In and.
when he had made sure that the servant
was not with Alan, he closed the
door carefully behind lilm.
Theft he turned hack to Alan, and
for an instant stood Indecisive a:though
he did not know how to begin
what he wanted to say. As lie glanced
down at a key he took from his pm'ket.
his Indecision seeme?t 111 rui'uivn ill
rectlon and inspiration from it; and
he put it down on Alan's dresser.
"I've brought you," he said evenly,
"the key to your house."
Alan gazed u( hiin bewildered. "The
key to my house?"
"To the house on Astor street,"
SlierriU coniirnied. "Your father deeded
the house und its furniture and ull
its contents to you the day before he
dlsapiteared. I have not the deed
here; it came into my hands tlie day
before yesterday at the same time I
got possession of the pictures which
might?or might not, for ull I know
then?be you. I huve the deed downtown
and will give it to you. The
house is yours in fee simple, given
you by your father, not bequeathed to
you by him to become your property
afler his death, lie meant by that, 1
think, even more than the mere acknowledgment
that lie is your father."
Sherrlll walked to the window and
stood as though looking out, but his
ejes were blank with thought.
"For almost twenty years," he said,
"your father, as I have told you, lived
In that house practically alone; during
all those years a shadow of some
sort was over him I don't know at I
all, Alan, what that shadow was. Hut ,
UFor Almost Twenty Years," He Said,
"Your Father, as I Have Told You,
Lived in That House Practically
Alone."
it is certain that whatever it was that
had changed him from the man he
was when I tirst knew him culminated
three days ago when lie wrote t<> you.
It may l?o tliut the consequences of his
writing to you were such tliut, after
lie had sent the letter, lie could not
bring himself io free them ami so has
merely . . . pone away. In that
case, as we stand here talking. lie is
still alive. On the other hand, his
writing you may have precipitated
something that I know nothing of. in
either case, If he has left anywhere
any evidence of what It is that changed
and oppressed him for all these years,
or If there is any evidence of what
hns happened to hint now, it will he
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Sherrlll turned buck to Alan. "It t
for you?not nie. Alan," he said simply
"to trinke that search. I have though
seriously about It. Mils Inst half hour
and have decided that Is as he woult
Vnnt It?pei haps as he did want It?
to he. lie could have fold nie what lib
trouble was any time In these twenty
years, if he had been willing I should
know, fc.it he never did. Your father
of course, had a key to the front door
like tols one; nls servant liar a key
lu ttftf servants entrance. 1 do not
know of any other keys."
"The servs nt is In charge there
now?" Alan asked.
"Just now there Is no one in the
house. The servuut, after your father
disappeared, thought Unit, If he hud
merely gone away, he might h?vc gone
buck to his birthplace near Manlstiquu,
and lie went up there to look for him.
1 had a wire from him today that he
had not found him and was coming
hack."
Sherrlll waited a moment to see
whether there was anytldug more
Alan wanted to ask; then he went out.
(To be continued next week)
SHORT STORY BY
HIGH SCHOOL PUPIL
The English teacher of the Chesterfield
High School put on a contest in
the 9th grade for the best short story
some time ago, with the promise of
having it published in The Advertiser.
Below is the story by Miss Frances
Hursey:
A Surprise for Patty
About one hundred and forty years
ago in a little town in England, there
lived a very happy little family. There
was a boy named Ben and a baby
girl with golden curls, whose name
was Patricia?Patty for short.
When Patty was about five years
old and her brother about eight, their
country h 'came involved in_a great
war. Patty's father was among the
first to join ti?< English armv and in
a few weeks was ordered to America.
This meant that Patty, Ben and their
mother were to be separated from
their father by the great Atlantic.
Patty was too your.g to understand
what this would mean, but her mother
and brother bore their loss bravely.
Ren went to work in a nearby grocery
store and the money he made
added to that which their father sent
them supported the family very well.
Year after year went by and Still
the cruel war continued. Patty had
forgotten her father, but her mother
and brother had not and each day
they looked for some message from
him.
Patty had a canary, which her father
had given her when she was quite
small and this was her only play
mate. She was almost twelve years old
COUNTY TA
State
Ordinary County
Roads
Bridges
Total
Cheraw
Marburg
Orange Hill
Puts Branch
Pee Dee
Stafford
Bethel
Center Point
i Chesterfield
Parker .
Pine Grove
Ruby
hiloh
Snow Hill
Stafford . .
Vaughan
Wamble Hill
Black Creek
Center
Center Grove
i Cross Roads
! Alt. Croghan
Ruby
Wexford
Winzo
Zion
Buffalo
Dudley
| Five Forks
Mangum
Pageland
Plains
Zion
Angelus Center
Grove
Clarks^
Jefferson
Macedonia
Plains
Bay Springs
i Green Hill
' Leland
j Middendorf
j McBee
Providence
Sandy Run
I I TniAn
Bay Springs
Bear Creek
Bethesda
Juniper
Middendorf .
I Patrick
i Pats Branch Branch
Shiloh
| Stafford
I White Oak
Cat Pond
Juniper
! Oualey
Patrick
I Linton
Urvii Cn?k
hUf
now ami her fail* curly hair and pret8
ty blue eyes made her a very pretty
' Kirl.
One rainy day when Patty was
j playing with her dolls, she heard her
mother call:
i "Putty, come her a minute, dear."
She ran upstairs and the first thing
' thut she noticed was that "Cherry,"
her beloved canary, was scolding and
fretting in his cage.
"Oh! mother," Patty exclaimed,
"Cherry hasn't had anything to eat all
day."
"That is what I called you for," her
mother answered, "you must run up
town and buy her some seed. Here is
i the money and hurry back for 1 know
Cherry must be almost starving.
Patty ran out the door and fiew
down the steps out into the street,
where the rain was beating furiously
down on the side walk. She did not
notice the rain but thinking only of
her canary she sped rapidly down the
street until she came to the bird store.
She nurehased n In ! ? <? imflfuifn ?-.<
seed and ran out into the rain again.
She did not notice a tall man who had
gray eyes and a kind looking face,
stading in front of her and before
1 she knew what had happened she
| found herself caught by some one
and heard her bird seed hit the pavement
and scatter in all directions.
' Tears of disnpointment stood in Patty's
eyes, but remembering the
stranger who had kept her from falling
on the hard side walk, she turned
and started to thank him but the
stranger said:
"Little girl, 1 am so sorry that I
caused you to lose your bird seed and
will you allow me to go buy some
I more?"
Before Patty could answer he was
leading her back into the bird store.
, He bought her such a large package
of seed until she was afraid she would
not get home with so much. But the
, gentleman settled this by saying:
"Now, will you let me see you
home?"
Patty expressed her thanks and
they walked along towards her home.
When they reached her home the man
said:
"Can you tell me where Mrs. Covington
and her two children live?'
Patty gasped and started at him for
almost a minute then she said excitedly
:
"Why that is us! My name is Patty
Covinfrton and my brother and mother
and I live here."
The stranger looked very surprised
and happy then said slowly:
"Then, you are my cwn little
daughter, how glad I am that I found
, you."
X LEVY 1921
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