Mrs. O'Shaughnessy took her to the home that had been prepared for her,
where the poor body lay. Some way they got through those dark days, and
then began the waiting for the little one to come. Poor Cora Jane said
she would die then, and that she wanted to die, but she wanted the baby
to know it was loved,--she wanted to leave something that should speak
of that love when the child should come to understanding. So Mrs.
O'Shaughnessy said they would make all its little clothes with every
care, and they should tell of the love. Mrs. O'Shaughnessy is the
daintiest needleworker I have ever seen; she was taught by the nuns at
St. Catherine's in the "ould country." She was all patience with poor,
unskilled Cora Jane, and the little outfit that was finally finished
was dainty enough for a fairy. Little Cora Belle is so proud of it.

At last the time came and Mrs. O'Shaughnessy went after the parents.
Long before, they had repented and were only too glad to go. The poor
mother lived one day and night after the baby came. She laid the tiny
thing in her mother's arms and told them to call her Cora Belle. She
told them she gave them a pure little daughter in place of the sinful
one they had lost.

That was almost twelve years ago, and the Edmonsons have lived in the
new house all this time. The deed to the place was made out to Cora
Belle, and her grandfather is her guardian....

If you traveled due north from my home, after about nine hours' ride
you would come into an open space in the butte lands, and away between
two buttes you would see the glimmer of blue water. As you drew nearer
you would be able to see the fringe of willows around the lake, and
presently a low, red-roofed house with corrals and stables. You would