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J THE LOVE STORY : : :
: : : OF NUMBER SIX. p IX the Baptist Orphan Asylum of a small town In Vermont Lizzie Mac ready was known as No. 6. The name was particularly fitting for inore reasons than one. Lizzie was the youngest child In a family of six. She was the sixth orphan who had been ad mitted to the institution in the sixth year of its establishment. Her father was a locomotive engineer on the Ver mont Central Railway. Lizzie, the youngest child, was 6 years old wh-in he was killed in a collision, and brought home a corpse to his little ones. His eldest daughter had been keeping house since the death of her mother, and soon after the father's demise she married a section boss. The children were scattered among friends and relatives. The boys had found good homes and were all at work earn ing money, Lizzie was taken into the orphanage, of which her aunt, a kindly, middle-aged woman, was matron. Nobody objected to this arrangement, for Miss Sanders stood very high In the esteem of the townspeople, who thought it but right that the youngest child of the dead engineer should be cared for at the expense of the county, since all the others had not become burdens on their charity. Number Six grew up a-likely girl amidst the orphans of the place, and now, at the age of 1G, she was quite a help to her aunt, who still continued in charge of the county's waifs. All who had been there when she was a toddler were gone. The girls had sought ser vice with the townspeople, the boys were at work in the fields. Lizzie was taking upon her young shoulders the cares which burdened the white-haired woman who had been a mother to her. At this time there was not an empty bed or cradle in the institution. An open winter, something unusual In the rigorous climate of the Vermont hills, had depopulated the firesides and filled the graveyard. For years there had not been infants in the home until this winter. Now there were two, a boy and a girl. The former was the son of the schoolmaster. The girl was a poor washerwoman's child. Bud, the male Infant, was robust enough and thrived as successfully among strangers as he had In his mother's arms, but Bee, the charwoman's infant daughter, needed a deal of attention. This little mite of humanity had been christened Beat rice, to the great astonishment of ev erybody. A washerwoman calling her child Beatrice, was an unheard of thing among the plain people of the Vermont hills. Maggie, Mary or Annie, wagged the gossips, would have been more suitable. Mrs. Itossiter, the mother of little Be atrice, came to the Green Mountain town when her child was not quite a year old. She wore widow's weeds and su kÍ3w t BU GUI ALL OF THE LUDDLINu. I Informed those who asked after her antecedents that her husband had died a short time ago, leaving her in pov erty. He had been a good man, she explained, but a year's sickness had eaten up their little savings. This was in the summer of the year, and a few days before Christmas the mother was called away from little Bee, before she could indicate what he wanted done with her child. After the burial of Mrs. Bossiter, the baby was taken to the orphanage and placed In charge of Miss Sanders. From the first Lizzie Macready Number Six took a violent fancy to the little one. Bee got all the coddling and fondling. She was such a wee thing; so delicate and frail. Big blue eyes gazed wist fully out of a thin, pale face, and there was a sad droop to the baby mouth, as If the child realized its forlorn condi tion. For a time after Mrs. Rossitor's com ing to Water Hollow, the gossips in dulged in talk about the legitimacy of little Bee. All doubts were set aside, however, when the Public Administra tor found In an old tin box among Mrs. Boflsiter's effects two marriage cer tificates. One, the latest, pronounced her the wife of James Rossiter, whom she had wed six years before the baby was born. The other was ten years older. It had been issued by a minis ter in a small town of New York, and by it the woman had become the wife of a man named Correll. This was news, indeed, to the deni zens of Water Hollow, and they at once speculated what had become of her first husband. By the time they had found something else to talk about Baby Bee was forgotten, so far as they were concerned. Slowly the little girl grew, tenderly cared for by Number Six, who had be come deeply attached to her, and could not endure to have her out of her sight. Several opportunities presented themselves for Bee's adoption, but Liz zie Macready objected. She could not bear to think of a separation from the little waif whose life, like hers, seemed cost in lonely paths. But there came a time when even Lizzie could no longer expect to retain control of Bee Rossiter. A childless couple had come to summer at a neighboring resort in the Green Mountains, and while on their journey visited the orphanage. They had long ago decided to adopt a child, and a glance at little Bee satis fied them that she was just what they wanted. The bargain was made and It was agreed that Bee should be sent to them a few days before their sum mer sojourn came to an end. From that timeon Number Six was a changed being. She pined and fret ted, as the day drew near that would separate her from the little girl, and Aunt Sanders was more than once com pelled to call in the house physician to administer to her niece. The girl, who had tasted all the bit terness of an orphaned life, clung to the motherless child with all the vehemency of a first love. Night and day she prayed that something might interfere to let her keep the girl a little longer. And the unexpected happened. A stranger alighted one day from the single-horse fly, which plied between the railway station and the best hotel In town. He was a handsome, prosperous-looking man. His clothes and the alligator bag indicated that. He asked for the best room in the house and paid for it In advance. The morning after his arrival he set out for the parson age, and through the volubility of the minister's housekeeper, It soon leaked out that he had come to Inquire about Mrs. Rossiter. The parson took him first to the little graveyard and showed him the mound beneath which the old char-woman lay buried. Then he ac companied him to the orphanage to see little Bee. Lizzie Macready was busy at a win dow, when the stranger and the parson walked up the gravel path. The bronzed face of the former was aglow with excitement. Lizzie had never seen a more pleasing face, she thought. It was a good, honest face, too, and when a moment later she was requested to bring little Bee to the reception-room. her heart throbbed wildly. Perhaps her prayer had been heard! The woman and the child eutered the room, and the stranger came forward to greet them. He caught the little g!rl la his arms and kissed her. Bee, who had never before been caressed by a man, wound her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder. A good omen, thought Lizzie, and con fidingly shook the stranger's hand. The minister Introduced the visitor as Mr. Correll. little Bee's half-brother. His father, a wild, reckless fellow, had left his wife. He had taken their child, a boy, with him. The boy was the man, who now stood before them. They had drifted to the mining camps of Colorado and there Correll had amassed riches. A few months ago he died, leaving everything to his son and imploring him to find his mother. This the son did. He had learned of his mother's divorce and marriage to Ros siter, and of the birth of a baby girl. Their trail led to the little mountain town in Vermont, and here he found one in her grave, the other a public charge in an orphanage. Now he would take her away with him and spend his riches upon her. In a day or two he would be ready to depart Lizzie Macready grew pale as death. when he announced his intention. The child, still nestling in his arms, held out her hand to her foster-mother. "Dear Number Six," she cried, "1 can never leave you!" Sweet blushes crept In the girl's cheek at this avowal of affection on the part of the child. The stranger stopped and kissed her hand. "How can I ever thank you for what yon have done for her!" For days Mr. Correll. the rich young miner, lingered In the little mountain town. Again the gossips got together. wondering what kept him In a place so devoid of attraction to people with money. There was nothing in the way of little Bee's departure. Surely that foolish young woman, Lizzie Mac ready, would not again interpose silly objections. Every day the stranger went to the orphanage to spend hours with his lit tle sister and her beloved Number Six, for he Insisted that Lizzie Macready should accompany her charge on all their strolls through the garden. At last he informed the landlord of the little hostelry that he would depart the next day. He ordered a four-seat carriage instead of the single fly to take him to the station. "I am not going alone this time," he said, with a happy smile. "Going to take the little girl with BEE WOUND HER ARMS ABOUND HIS NECK. you, I see," answered the landlord, saying to himself that there would be one less for the county to feed. "Yes, and a wife!" continued Correll. "A wife?" gasped the innkeeper. "Where did you get her?" "Over at the orphanage. I am going to be married in the morning to Lizzie Macready Number Six you know!" St. Louis Republic. Fbotos of Moonlight Scenes. 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