Stella Rosevelt — page 246: what you’re looking at

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- lé id La 240 AN INTERESTING STORY. ‘‘Why, Uncle Jacob, you do not think I have any idea of going away from you, I hope,” Star said, in surprise. ‘No, for I have grown to feel that you belong to me. I want you to think so, too, and I am going to tell you why. Fate—or Providence, I suppose, you would say—has thrown us | together in a strange way, considering all things. Do you re- member telling me, on board that ill-fated steamer, that your name was Star Rosevelt Gladstone, and how surprised you were when you learned that my last name was the same as your middle one?” ‘‘Yes, sir; and I still think it a strange coincidence,” Star answered. ‘‘Perhaps you will be more surprised when I tell you that you were named /or me.” . Star looked up astonished at him. ‘‘ How can that be possible?” she asked. ‘‘In this way,” Mr. Rosevelt returned, a shade of pain cross- ing his face. ‘* When your grandmother, Stella Winthrop—that was her name before her marriage, was it not?” ‘“Yes; and that is all 1 know about her, Uncle Jacob,” Star answered, with a troubled look. ‘‘ Papa never said much about his friends. Indeed, he did not appear to have any relatives, and never would allow me to question him about them. Once I said something to him about my name, and he remarked: ‘Your grandmother once told me that if ever I had a little girl of my own, she would like me to call her Stella Rosevelt, and that is how you came by it.’ ‘« “Where is my grandmother, papa?’ I asked. ‘« «She is dead,’ he said, and immediately left the toom, looking so pale and miserable that I never dared ask him any- thing more about her.” ‘“Tt seems strange that J should be the one to tell you about her,” Mr. Rosevelt said, thoughtfully, ‘‘and I am puzzled to * Eomicbooks (ele)