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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 31, 1913, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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The very foundation of the life of
Lora BisgelLseemed shaken the next
morning. A letter came from Lewis
Martin. It asked permission to call
upon her two evenings ahead. Be
tween the. lines she read a deep sig
nificance to the brief epistle. She did
not answer It '
At last Vb her distant Tefuge there
came a letter from Dorothy. She
was married to Lewis Martin. The
lines bubbled over with joy. She tried
to solace her friend with gratitude
unbounded. Bride and groom went
away to the city. Lora returned to
her home and took up anew the
heavy burden of her loneliness and
silenced love.
Only casually did she hear from
the Martins during the next four
years. A little child was born to
them. The father was winning a high
rank in his profession. Then there
were rumors of a great financial
crash in which the fortune of his wife
was swept away. Then a report of
a new position in the far north, su
perintending some railroad construc
tion in the Yukon district. Then one
day a ruBh telegram came to Lora.
It was from Dorothy. It gave an ad
dress In a distant city. It read:
"Come quick. I am dying."
It was no exaggeration. The piti
ful heart of loyal Lora forgot all of
the past save her Bteadfast girlhood
love for the poor wife, whom she
found dying almost In the midst of
poverty.
'Your husband, Mr. Martin?" was
almost Lora's first question.
"Have you not heard?" inquired
the wretched woman. "He was lost
in a great snowstorm In the frozen
northr-no word for nearly a year. He
. probably dead and I dying! And
ie little child, Lora. I've named her
yoif. What of her?"
Your relatives "
fhey have answered to no appeal-
I lost my fortune," announced
rothy despairingly.
uyia gawu nii woip tu. uic uiuc
cniia so soon tu ue urpaanea. j
''I will take the child, Dorothy,"
she said simply. "She shall have all
that love can give to make 'her
happy."
"Oh, may heaven bless you, my one
true friend!" breathed the poor suf
ferer. And then a new life opened to Lora
Bissell. It seemed as if the child were
a gift from heaven, sent to bring
peace and love to her lonely life. So
completely had Lora done her duty,
that despite the sadness; the regret
of the past, a great joy grew within
her heart.
Two years went by and Lora cher
ished the little one as her own. And
then one dark, stormy night she an
swered a knock at the door, to face,
breathless, aghast, the returned wan
dererLewis Martin.
He had a strange, stirring story to
tell. He was pale, thin, his eyes tell
ing of suffering and deprivation. Lost
In a terrific snowstorm, he had been
found nearly dead by an obscure
tribe of Indians Who had carried him
to their distant camp. Illness, the se
vere weather had held him practical
ly a captiVe for two years.
He had returned to his former
home with good prospects for em
ployment to learn, of his bereave
ment. He had traced his child to his
present hostess.
"Aunty mamma," spoke only a
few words to little Mae, to have her
understand that this was the papa of
whom they thought every passing
day of their lives.
"I have a good position offered me
on the coast," replied Martin. "What
shall I say to you, dear Miss Bissell,
for what you have done for me and
mine?"
Lora's heart was beating fiercely
with emotion and apprehension. He
had been taken away from her in
the olden days. Was she now to be
deprived of the solace of her lonely
days, of little liae?
"Oh, what an aunty-mamma she
is!" cried the little one lovingly. "And"
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