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And “helps bam » Bim at the window — “A
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To ber scarlet she holds him,
And kisses + 4 y a time
Ah, me! it was tl won her
Becanse he dared to climb!
—Thomas Bafley Aldrich.
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MOTHER? |e|
"Just a little voice calling through the | call dead. I do not undersiand it—
oh, mamma!” and then | ne one understands it; but it comes,
Sark, “Mamma,
® low sound of stified sobbing.
one day, to everybody, and it is God's
Col. Trevethick heard them both, | will. Your mamma cannot ‘spesk to
sad they smote him with a new sense | us any more, and soon she will be
and pain. He had scarcely | goge out.of our sight; but ‘she truly
joss
$e of is little girl sinceshis wife | believed
five e—=died at; the 10 see y
piss glwits vefore Latet 54 kissing him { he when
very
-by, taking with her into the far
D Yous. tbe Warm reail of bis We
san ‘ove. Ile had loved her as,
Raps, ice seldom love, goog the §
meeting.
d which golden
t halo; a Hthe,
girlish figure; a marner of unaffect-
ed cordiality blent with 2 certain maid-
snly regerve, and which seemed to him
He loved her them and
His wooing was short, and his
hasty, but he had never re-
and lovely face,
halr made a soft,
wmbappy
Brought his wife home, nine years 220,
$ili these last few days, in which his
re care could mot prevent her
away from him, to another
ere he could not follow her—
gr hd she had gone now, far
search.
ATH IRIRY
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she nestled close to the dead
Shieh had always beaten Tor ber
: 2 Then she lifted up her
wat Deol
“Raia mmmothing nyisive seems 18
against taking her ‘away
1g¥es 1i
face and hear your veice,
was here.”
“She is here. Won't she be ‘here al-
ways?” the little girl asked, growing
cold with the shadow of an zw:fal fear.
“No, dear, she will not t& here long.
3 she would always be able
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“Iz a few days this dca, white face will
be put away, underneath fthe grass and
the flowers; but the real mamma, who
e Maudie, will Bot be buried.
Ske will §
girl.” -
For 2 moment the child slid again
from his arms, and _ nesgled cluse
against the cold kissed the un-
moving lips. Then she said:
“Good-by, this mamma, who cart
see; and gobd-night, other mamma,
that hears Maudie.”
Col. Trevethick marveled. Had he,
indeed, succeeded in this" Lit-
tle creature understand; or had some
ome he could not seé spoken to’ her
words of sweet mother wisdom?
He carried her then, and laid her in
her little bed, and went back to his
own loneliness; but half an hour af:
‘terward be heard the small voice call-
ing, “Papa, papa,” and agaig he went
to her, and the little arms came up
around his neck, and held him fast.
“Can’t I go, too, papa? If you ask
God, won’t He 12t me? Because I did
so love my mamma”
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this world; but mow he reslized how
much @mptier still his home might be |}
if he lost out of it this child who was
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at last, when she
her eighth birthday,
TH
Bay
sie the task of attending her, and her
father was seldom far away. Half the
day he would be sitting, in her Toom,
would steal in to watch her breathing.
One afternoon, as he sat by her bed,
she looked up at him with a sad, tender
look, too old for her years—but then |
for her years.
“Papa,” she said, “I would get well
if I could, to please you. I should get
well, I know, if I had mamma to nurse
me. Don’t you know how she used.
if my head ached, to put her hand on
it and make the pain stop?”
A sudden mist of tears came between
his eyes and the little face looking
of her mother for so many months,
and yet how well she remembered. In-
stantly his wife's words, that last day,
came back to his memory. She. had
said: “1 know that when Maudie needs
me most, or you most want me, I shall
be there beside you.”
Was she there now? Could ‘she
breathe upon the little wasting life
some merciful dew of healing—or Tas
longing, drawing the child from home
to herself?
That night Bessie was to sit up vn-
til one o'clock, and then ic call the
nurse. As for Col Trevethick, > he
would be in and out as usual
He went to bed, and fell into sleep
and a dream. His own Maud was be-
side him, as he saw her first, then as
his bride, his wife, .then with Bahy
Maudie on her breast; just as of old
he seemed to have her with him again,
somewhere, I truly believe,”
can see and Year her Little J 2
2 turned to her father.
{of ell that 1
and half a dozen times in the night he |
all her words and ways were too cld |
up at him. She had not spoken before
she, perhaps, by her very love and.
to her, alone, unattended? :
‘He drew aside the curtains of her
little bed and looked in. Surely this
was not the Maud he had left the night
before, so pale and worn upon her pil-
Tows! A face looked up at him bright
as the new day. A soft, healthy color
was in the cheeks, and the" ar
[of 22 0c heats of rome
iF ane 4f
Es
two years.
_What did jhe child
gone mad? He’ con!
jasked:
“Who ten 3 1 Jo,
“Yes, mamma age, her PE "aiid
you, §
the dreams you like best; and all night
long she sat-here- beside may bed; with
er hand on my head -j as she
e was all
iden Bai 11
put_it {ns =
d ner sor,
“about shoul her eyes were,
Ivery, v bright, and "her lips wien!
she Vissed me, seemed somehow to melt
away.
Loss bos ra ordinfed] Jatt mang | Cotet
“No: indeed “papa. F dia-hot Sree, | Bear
Mamma sat” theré all night long; with
Dept, ox ore hed Tf Sometimes I
slept, but’ p fo look
Se Ie Jo ooh
at her; an
and did he iv Al
shine came in at the windows; and
then she kissed me and went away. I
did mot see her go. Perhaps I shut
my eyes a moment. Then I looked and
she was gone, and then I heard you
i She said she was with me
any. dat she couldn’: have come
if 1 hadn't ‘needed her
‘much. And she wanted
me well, becansg you would
ais Be OU, heen) vou and I
Jas 10 Be very. good 3iul end you, aud
der.
ean? Had sh
if and
fwhite,
‘and had not laughed at-all. Zui 1 vas
not to be sorry after her.any
because she was very happy, and ee
ing grieved her except when she saw
you and me mourning for her, and not
knowing that she was waiting close
beside us.”
it her mother?—can “be it
was ‘the childs mother?? . father
ried, uttering his thought aloud, un-
consgiously.
“Of corse it was ; and she
has made me well See it Dr. Hale
does not tell you I am well.
Two hours afterward Dr. Hale camg
He stood for a few moments beside the
child’s glad eyes; fie counted the
throbs of her pulse, he mdde her put
out her healthy little tongue. Then he
“Trevethick,” ' he ‘esiid, “can’ you |.
swear that this is the same little girl
I left here last night? If the days of
miracles were not gone, 1 should say
that one had beer wrought here. I left,
I thought, a very: siek little person,
tainly, to
morping, a
bed a day or two Tonger, §
sake.”
eit wiped ca. Ore
vetick said, smiling. But he aid nof
explain. | There are some experiences
too marvelous for belief, and too sacred
for doubt or question, and that was
one of them.
Two days afterward little Maudie
went down to tea. She wore a fresh
white gown, with lovely blue ribbons.
and also looked as much iike a little
angel in festal attire as a human child
can be expected to look. But she did
¢ not take her usual seat. She sat down,
instead, behind the teapot, where Bes-
sie usually stood to pour_out the fea.
“Hadn't Bessie better do that?” papa
asked, as he saw the little hand close
roupd the handle of the teapot.
But Maudie laughed, and shook her
head.
“No, 1 don’t think Bessie is ’sponsi-
ble,” she said; “and mamma said I was
to live just on purpose to 0 everything
for papa.”
And again Col. Trevethick asked, but
this time silently:
“Was it—could it have ‘been the
child's mother?’—New York Weeki,
; SE SEEN i
A King’s Punctuality. :
: AJl men’ agree in the’ abstract that
| “punctuality is the soul of business,”
! but few act up to the maxim with the
strictness of the King of the Bei-
gians. Wherever or however he may
travei, whether the visit be of husi-
ness, pleasure, or ceremony, he is
ind musse.! She sen€ alt of! you |,
the little bed, He looked im the}.
about whom I was anxious enough, cér- |’ :
punctual, not only to. the hour, but to
the minute—it might almost be said,
to the second. And yet his majesty
is never seen to consult 2 wateh. But
his familiars know that is J habit of
ed to his wrist.—London Globe.
The ‘Hindoo priests in India have re.)
marEkable memories.
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aff
ehowed Bio Mclination?{o" resume. Hig}
t, but gasped: Wait ill wo got
outside, you —, I'll kill y«
‘understand me! I will
of
: 3 pas ander bq fo
of the proper salibre ich an as-
i ; i A * 1
degenerate into a mers set. > setweeh
chet EA all tie
aly ‘out of
Under the new system all of IT
scratch-scrabble schools in a towm-
ship are closed. If > already ex-
ists a graded school the town-
ship, the country pupils are taken back
and forth between their homes and the
[the of
ft ' sehool
being paid out of
of the township. py
‘dren have the same advantages asi.
those in the town. And the Soest to
beneath | the” township is less.
“The
Jig bari oy 3 ry
but is,
Bann pat Tn Now ElghY
now in use ir-about thirty states.
In Florida, Virginia, North Carolina
“1 and Georgia the system is gradually
und.
gaining gro
tionizing farm life. Take one in-
to | stance—that of Green township, Trum-
fain complied and found
evidence of the man’s innocence,
The convict was called and indig-
nantly asked why he had not used his
evidence in getting a new trial.
“FI tell you, Captain. In my timel
was acquitted three or four times when
I was guilty, so when I was convicted
of I never did J just thought
I'd even things up by taking my medi
‘cite without | that, it
sort of tickled me to find that justice
had missed me at every shot.”—Detroit
Jonrnal. z
Biddy snd the Court.
A certain * ma, clerk was
noted for his Droste: and harsh.
ness fo Shose whe had ena against
to comie Before him as 0 against
the law.
One day Biddy McGinty was making
‘bull county, Okie.
This is the real country. Not a
city, nef 2 tabs, St evbu'a sizable
yillage in the township. This is a
‘road and six miles from another. The,
{township itself is five miles: square.’
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Fort your tio the ion.
z of the small, scattered schools and’
wagon.
These wagons are ‘generally long
hacks or barges, with seats along the
sides. The law ‘requires that they
be provided with curtains for stormy
weather, with lap robes and hot
soapstones. foe
The drivers must be responsible
persons. Each driver has. a special
route and though; of course, some
_children may have a longer ride than
their souls really crave, this is offset
by the fact that nobody has to tramp
through rain, mud, slush or snow
and then sit) mn school with wet feet
her ninety-seventh appearance before | and
the beneh for disorderly. conduct, when
thie: magistrate’s clerk exclaimed sud:
denly:
waste the court's time with your
ings. If ii depended on me Fd sh
you up in a Ignatie Ayre, 2 and Tey
let you ont" again.” 4 .
. Biddy hoiled with ji ation.
that's pyhat ye'd do, is it? Begorra!
niver sif eyes on sich a hungratety
‘ound.”
“Hold your \ohigve, woman.” _roare
the clerk. “What, in the name of fol
! pune, ave ¥ tobe’ grateral to you for?
3
“It’s seandalous the way" you |-
J about bx
1 scattered Taraflis: of the district.
ips ike Crean, where
Yillage or town life, this
le power. ii brings]
pe Which ° Qi ae
telli-
me
e of
It raises the. pad
10W.
“Well, ain't it true as you've "ad yo
wages riz? - ‘And:ain’t it ’cos.¢’ th
hexity work you're ’aving fer do? Ax
Aluminum ‘ paper 18 now maufee-
| cares in Germany.
i pee Rs.
visits ~ to ‘these’ centralized schools,
whose pupils 2 few years 28g0 Were
a seat , ar “has been Tj;
ae hein every year. Country”
children living within a reasonable
udh a school is at]
The rout 5» that te country cui |
¢ of tne |
In the North it is fairly revolu- |
et A eT a L
Even fants tedchers in music; na-{
ture study ‘and drawing “make ‘regular |;
wrestling rudely: With Mamie Smith 22
{#na’ a limited acquaintance with. the :
| ia 16 Me Bro
: rural ‘community,-if ever there was |
gr It is elefen miles from -cne rail
dried up, or to a sand bank, an a
and cable are taken out some
ahead, the engines are set
and the boat is slowly hauled ute 5
anchor.
[rr
Looking Fish in Clay.
The natives bf the north
have more appetizing ways to «
fish than any other class of cooks
the world; says the Milwaukee
tinel,’ ¥The universal
er, seems to be hel e
all
sank in Balaklava bay, Crimes, during :
the war of 1854-56.