Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1851-02-13

her only child; Mary was too feeble, and Dicky
too sympathizing, for any Of the three to be
abundantly eloquent. a.
This is very fine pot of mignonette for six
pence, Dicky,' said Mrs. Brown; don't you
think you could sell it for more,'
Perhaps might. Never mind,' said Dick
i don't often give myself treat, and now, if
you please, you may keep your sixpence, and
let this be keepsake from me to Mary No,
| won't be paid for it. wish to goodness /
could afford to leave all these with you, since
she likes 'em so much. But we'er behind-hand
with our rent, and the doctor, he says nv gran
mother ought TO have nurse, a woman to lock
after her. l must hire one, of course and the
Lord only knows where the moneys to come
FROM
Don't be down-hearted, my boy said Mrs.
Brown, giving him towel and some water
there just give your face good wash, you'll
feel all the better after it. There's nothing like
good wash for raising the spirits
Mr.. Me,calfe heard Dick splashing in the cool
water, and almost envied him, for it was very
warm day.
Oh. that's capital.' said Dick, taking a
long breath, and then giving his face shor,
rub. Now then, let me see how my name
sake goes on .......
He's very well. He sings beautiful said
Mary, in faint, cheerful voice, as she sal
propped up in bed gazing on the bright bios
SONS in Dicks basket But give him the
gronndsel-it reminds him of his old home
among the trees and fields, think See how
he pecks at it.
Are you glad I'm come, Maryr asked
Dicky, sitting down gently on the old box be-
side her bed, and stretching out his recently
washed hand TO touch her small blue-veined
fingers. I'm afraid you thought Id forgotten
all about the mignonette. But had not. Its
been very dear this spring.
I'm very glad to have the nice mignonette
but you should have waited till it was cheaper
before you come TO see me. am very ill
Dicky. Don't stay away so long again, or yo,
may not see me next time. Now, mother, dar
ling, don't cry. 1ou know dearest mother
the doctor says cannot get better unless g
into the country and have asses milk and al
sorts of nourishing things, which cost grea
deal of money. So now, Dicky, want yo,
to talk to her, and make her see that it's bes
not to tease herself any more about me, but jus
to do the best we can TO make each other hap
py, for the short time have to live. If moth
er was to work her fingers TO the bone, (whcI
she does pretty nearly) she would not ge
money enough to take me into the country an,
buy me all the things the doctor says want
SO it's best to give it up. If God had mean
me TO get better, he would have sent us thes,
things
Bnt, Mary dear, you cannot rant to die I,
said Dicky in husky voice, for the tears wer,
In his throat, at the thought of her death. =
The poor mother sat at the foot of her bed, un
able to speak 10 the children.
No. oh no' said the little sickly voice, Z
do not ,cdnt to die. 1t is so hard 10 leave m,
mother, and never to see the beautiful countr,
places she and you talked about. At first
could not bear it, and it made me cry whenev
er thought about ii, but now do not mind i
so much
why not' asked Dicky gently.
Because, replied the little girl, after paus'
= because-l have thought and thought abou
it so often that it does not seem dreadful. In
used to it; and in the night time angels come
TO me, and tell me that God wishes me to @,
to him, and they promise to comfort mothe
when | am gone. Kiss me, mother Don
cry, Dlcky listen. You said just now tina
you would be obliged to hire some one t,
nurse your grandmother Now, you could no
in all the wide world get better, kinder nurse
than mother. If you could wait week o.
two till am-gone to the angels-and woult
then come and fetch mother to live with yol
and take care Of your grandmother. thinl
it would be good thing for you ALL Mother
longs to go and live among fields and tree.
quite as much as do. She won't want to bt
paid for nursing your grandmother. Shell bt
able TO earn money enough for herself by dres.
making, after time, and will be able to helE
you; just at first, Dicky dear, she won't be
able to work, for thinking and fretting abou
me- So want you to come and see US as of
ten as you can, and let MS settle about her liv
ing with you, that may die comfortably
Little Mary's voice seemed to get stronger
as she proceeded and her accent was so affec
tionate that the listening stranger would scarce
ly refrain from entering the room. Just ther
he heard 4 mans footstep coming boldly up the
stairs. Mr.. Metcalfe did not like to be cangh,
in the act of listening outside poor woman.
door, so he turned away, and began to go dowr
stairs. On the second landing he met the per
son who was coming up. From his appearance
he guessed him to be the doctor. When Mr.
Metcalfe had set his mind upon doing anything
he did not hesitate much about the way of his
beginning his work. He accosted this gentle
man at once. . ..a. 7. -.
is the little girl in the attic, here, patien,
of yours, sir! i @ rl7
'Yes,' replied the doctor. She and her mo-
ther are very interesting people. In my pro.
fession, sir, we have need to be made of mon.
ey, to relieve half the cases Of real necessity
that come before US. There's this poor child
If she could be removed without delay to
healthy country place, where she could have
fresh air nnxelfv tn nccnnv her mind and