Butte record., 1854-07-08

Little sister," said the boy in low
tone, after they were seated, i" lay your
head here. and try to sleep"
The little girl laid her head, with its
shower of golden bright curls, on her
brothers breast; but the next moment
she raised it, saying
& can't sleep, brother, I'm so thirs-
ty."
Don't you remember that day YOU
and Willy went into the woods after
blackbcrries, and how ycu lost your way
cropping in the twilight Of the forest -
again whispered the angel, with his hand
feeling all the time for the fountain.-
- You found an old lightning blasted
tree, and you sat down On it and he put
his arms round YOU just so. and said,
try and 90 to sleep, little sister, But
you couldn't, You were so thirsty for
you had walked full three miles. Who
knows but what those children have,
too 2"
There was little pause after the an
gel had said this, and then Miss S.ebbins
rose up aud went into her pantry, where
the shelves we're all inmacuato whites
ness, and she could see her face in The
brightly secured tin She brought out
white pitcher, and going into the gar
den, filed 1t at the spring. Returning,
she poured some of the cool contents
into a cup which stood on the table, and
carried it 10 the chiliren; ana she real
y held it TO the little girl's lips all the
time she was drinking.
Farther and further down into the
heart Of the woman, crept the hand OF
the angel nearer and nearer t. the
fountain ii drew.
Miss Stebbins went back to her sew
ing, but somehow her fingers did not fy
as nimby as usual The memories of
bygone years were rising in out of their
mouldy sepulchres bat all freshly they
came before her, with none of the
graves rust and dampness upon them.
9" That little boys eyes, when he
thanked you for the water, looked Just
as WHY'S used to" once more whisper
ed the angel, bending down close n Miss
Stebbinse ear And his hair looks like
WHY'S too, rs he sits there with that
sunbeam frightening its gold, and his
arm thrown SO lovingly around his sis
ter's waist. There did you sec how
wistiully he looked up at the grapes,
whose purple sides are turned towards
him as tlcy hang over the portico =
How Willy usel to love grapes And
how sweet your bowls of bread and milk
used to taste, after one Of your rambles
in the woods. If those childre have
walked as far as you did--and don't you
see the little boys coat and the little
girls faded dress are all covered with
dust they must be very hungry, as
we'll rs tired and thirsty Don't YOU re-
member that apple pie you b,ked this
morning | never saw pic done to a
finer brown in my l.fa. How sweet it
would taste to those little tired things.
II they could only cat piece here in
the p1rlor, where the flies and the sun
woui Int keep tormcnting them all the
] time -
4 moment after, Miss S.ebb ms had
stolen with noiseless steps to her pantry,
and cutting out two generous slices fsom
her apple pie, she placed them in sau-
GERS, returned 10 The front door and said
to the children
You may come in here, and sit down
on the stools by the fire. plsce and cat
some pie but you must mind and not
drop any crumbs on the foor''
1t was very strange but that old harsh
tone had almost lett her voice The
Urge tempting slices were placed in the
hands eagerly lifted up to receive them ;
and a. that moment, out from the lip of
the fountain. out from the dust which
lay heavy on its seal, there came a single
drop, and it fell down on Miss Stebbns'
heart 1t was the first which had fallen
there for years. All the angel Lad
found the fountain then.
/ The softened woman went back TO
her seat, and the angel did not bend
down and whisper in her car again. but
all the time his hand was busy, very
busyat its work.
Where Is your home children ?n in.
qulred Miss stebbins, after she had
watched for while with new pleasant
enloymenl the children, as they dispatch
ed wiih hungry aviIity. their pie.
-" Mary and | havn't any homo now.
We had one once, before papa died, a