Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1860-04-20

months pass on, and the lady could cain
no tldlngs either Of the seanistress or ira
WORK she had taken away. All she knew
vas that She lived in a large, old tenant
house near the barracks. As she expected
ere long To leave The place for her distant
home, she resolved on one more rtlort IN
find the lone caralure Who had 50 excited
her sympathy. After many inquiries sbe
found herself in tue hall Of the untidy place
we have described, talking with youn,
Scotch woman. | was looking for a younr
person. she said, "who used TO sew fur
me her name was Flyun."
dnna ken the name at n, led,ly," rc.
/ piled Jessie Grant. "A the women i'm
this hoose gooS DOT washng--savin' us as
has guide husbands to work for us !; and
drawing up her head in conscious pride. sl.
stroked down her soft hair with an air of
perfect satisfaction. The truth was, Jessie
Grant was proud of the blue faced, blue
handed dyer! lie might lolk fea,iiM to
unlnterested persons, but he was no doubt
handsome in her eyes.
This is your baby, suppose" said The
lady, touching the fat cheeks of a cild shs
held in ner arms.
! AYE, and yon one on the stair is aniih-
er; and yon, and yon," she added, pointing
to group ut the door. -Four fine healthy
laddics. and their father has sic pride in
them a He Gamma tell which O them a.
he luyes the best"
"And whose baby Is that in the doorway?
How does The mother trust il on the knee
of tlut child, herself only baby p"
All weel. the mither's puir body at
best, and only for the other mitlers in
the house the puir lmhie would die o.
starvation. God help it,
And whose child is that holding it n"
Aweel, she's naebody's bairn, puir dear.
A person asked her at tie door whose child
she was, and she said I'm naebody's child;
so sin that day we all call her naebody's
BARN.
The lady's eye Frightened. "Is not
that Mamie, the child OF the young English
woman?"
Aye, aye, the very same; and was she
the ain ye was seeking, and she monte a
week shaping in the puir's corner O the
churchyard? Puir thing; now mind me,
they did sometimes ca her Flynn; but she
called herseP Mary Morton, and that was
the name the un ierts ker found iuher prayer
book"
81 And who takes care Of Nannie?'
Awcel, then it's pur care she gets the
lamble Sometimes one gies her piece o
bread, and sometimes anther. | always
look up and doom the stair to see if ony
body has taken her in befoor | 90 TO me
ain pillow. ] never let her sprer; bus
she's called by orc and anilher fra morning
! A fa1 al,
top o the hoos sends her to the pump wi
tin pail for water. Shame on her not to
have more o mither's heart in her breast"
Donald's puir mon, Teddy, and tolls
hard for his bairnics' bread; but he's over
kind and wad share his last crust wi ahe
in trouble. When this childs mither was
liyin', he used to think she scorned me
but tould him she always met me wi
smile. But his conscience smote him, puir
man, that he had forsaken God, and he
thought this wee body was proud o her
own religion, ani thought us hathen in
the hoos. So he usen't to be very cordial
when he net her, and wad amuse himself
by putting out his blue hands as if he would
catch The BARN when she screamed wi fear
o him. Deed it has given me monte a
sore heart, that had nae gone to her room
and tried to comfort her before she died.
We did not know she was i'll till she could
ma speak; and then Donald, kind mon,
tried 10 win the child and babe me feed her
and gle her bed beside me ain BARNS.
But after "a, she is as she says, naebody's
BARN; and monte the abuse she gets here.
When | bid them let her rest, they tell me
she's nae my chffd and then drudge her
as they will. j fear she has nae friends
altho' we thought some ane belonging to
her was among the soldiers. Donald his
self went to the barrack and toold O. her
death; but not ane there seemed TO know
her. She was mystery, puir thing she's
at rest in the grave moo but God pity the
puir chld--she's naebody's BARN.
In one short week from this time, Mamie
Flynn was relieved from her manifold du-
ties us nurse TO babies heavy as herself, as
drawer of water and runler OF errands.
She was no longer forced to peep in at
doors to get her crust, while mothers sat at
their tables surrounded by their own little
hocks; no longer uncertain as 10 which
family would give her shelter for the
night. God has his eye on the motherless,
and all through those weeks of seeming
descriion. the everlasting arms were about
her, and she was dwellilg erea then under
the shadow of the Almighty. All the
homes on earth are His, and lie can plncs
within them whom He viii. Why, then,
shonM parenis distrust his promises, and
tremble to leave their children ID his care
A better home than Mamie ever saw
was waiting her now. There was no lin
gerng, no consolation, no dread of increas-.
cd care. These good people saw plainly
that God was saying TO them, Take this
child and nurse it for M, and | will give
thee thy wages; !" and they obeyed his
voice. Mamie was taken for pure mercy's
sake her bcnefactors at the hotel looking
for no reward, and little dreaming that the
poor broken reed they had picked up in tho
will, was yet to be til strong staff and the
beautiful rod on which they SHOULD lean
trustingly in their downward pathway to
the tomb. Yet so it was. All for love
and pity they watched over her childhood
and her youth. and rejoiced TO see her
growing up in the fear AID admonition Of
the Lord. The shrinking timidity of her
early days changed into modest grace in
mai,lenhool. She was the light of their
dwelling. the charm of their social circle.
She had ceased TO lie 'nobody's child = for,
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