The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1860-05-15

was tDero no Ono puL YOU W "no h''
1t seems 10 me that Of all others, you should
have been spared this part Of the business.
Mr.. Watson's voice was cold and fretful-
We've trouble enough with our own child
ren'
q shall only keep her for to night was
replied to this ungracious welcome OF tie lit
tie orphan.
TO night! Yes; | see. Pray what vii
on do with her Tomorrow MIR. Watson'
,ughts, ever suspicious Of something wrong
were pushing queries as to the disposition o
Ellen, already, into the future.
There's no time to think of to morrow
john Mrs. Watson rejoiped, with some feel
ing. 'Our duty, to night, is to shelter this
child, and lat us do that duty as cheeriul'y a
possible And saying tins, che went NJ
stairs with the unconscious sleeper IN bel
arms, and placed her in bed along side of one
of her own children. She then stood looking
down at the calm, sweet face, on VIII ch not
line of sorrow had yet been drawn, until he,
eyes were blinded with tears.
who's taken the child p she heard asked
Of one of her neighbors by another, as she re
entered the chamber where, a little while be-
tore, spirit had arisen from its mortal in
ycstment.
Mrs. Watson,' was the reply that came tc
bcr ears.
Pm glad Of that. She's kind hearted
woman, and the little orphan will get good
home
4 don't suppose she means 10 keep her,
she has got house full Of her own
'One more will make little difference.
know something Of Mrs Watson's heart; ard
if she las the child for tonight, my word for
it, she has her good and all. Who else is
there TO take her! No one in the town
The room was filed wth women who had
had come IN on hearing of Mrs. jenkins death,
and 50, seeing that her presence there would
be of little use, Mrs. Watson quietly retired,
aud ran back TO her house. Tho neigh boris
conclusion weighed little heavily on her
mind. Nothing could have been further away
shsu the thought Of adopting the child; bu.
what wins she TO do with her on the morrow
She could not be sent back to remain in her
old boue, for abe and her m other haj been
its only inmates. What was TO be done with
her on the day after TO morrow, and the day
after that There was the Poor House. But
even the remote suggestion of that came like
shock to the feelings of Mrs. Watson. She
found her isband walking the floor of their
sitting room, on her return, his face even
more shadowed than when she left him but a
little while before.
Look here, Ruth said he, pausing in his
walk, and turning a look full upon her, what
are you going to do with shat child tomor.
rowl Tell me that
.Nnu NJ Woteon ooniJ nnt boyn ,,l,aJ
his wife more peplexing question, nor one
to bring ess satisfactory answer.
1T will be time enough to meet that qucs.
ton VIXEN tomorrow comes she replied,
trying to put a cheerful face on the matter.
He husband looked at her for few mo.
ments with heavily knit brows, and then re
sumed his walk, Mrs. Watson went up stairo
TO lav aside her shawl, and to take glance
at the sleeping children. The on y child real
" looked at with interest," Eowever, was the
little stranger.
Poor child Poor motherless oue!, The
heart Of Mr.. Watson moved on her lips
what is to become Of you in this selfish, cru
ell world?'
Il don't mean to blame you, Ruth said
her husband when she came down. but
still, YOU were wroag to bring that child here.
why ddu't you let some other neghtois take
her home? Well never get rid Of her, IN
less we send her to tho Almshouse.'
"Wait, John--wait,' replied Mrs. Watson.
wait till TO morrow comes. Sufficient unto
the day is the evil thereof
And more than sufficient; that is my ex-
pereuce.'
NO, John; in that you are mistaken said
his wife. calmly. You forget your exper-
fence. The evil of our to.days is always light
compared with the evil Of our to morrows.'
We've our hands full in taking care Of
our own children The words of his wife
had made but slight impression on the mind
OF Mr.. Watson.
God never sends mor,sls without food to
fill tbem,' replied Mrs. Watson.
you dou't mean to keep that childr Her
husband turned upon her loVk of astonish.
ment.
Il don't particularly mean anything.
only said God never sends mouths without
food u fill them; and scarcely think there
will be an exception in little EIIcn's ease. As
to where the food is to come from, or by whose
hands it will reach her mouth, that is a mat
ter beyond the stretch OF my forecastings.-
| only know this, that it will not hurt us to
be the me .ium for a day or two
NO. not for a day or two; but
'Oh, John John when will you learn to
look for the bright side of thingsF
Bright side! Humph! If you can imag
Inc bright size in this case, your faacy must
b wonderfully hishtful. Fou, children n,ske
q very bsdlsn Of the house, AMI taS our pow.
en OF work to the utmost. Will five reduce
tho evil trow not. ALI me! the plot is
thicke5ing.'
Don't fret yourself for nothing, John!-
Mrs. Watson was bolder than usual with her
husbands gloomy state. we havn't taken
the child, aud there is no ncel Of our doing
SO. She is sweet litilo creature, and there
is more than one chIldless house iu our town
There is Mrs. Gleuu--the thought comes to
ne this monent--she hasn't chick of her
own, and know she is fond Of children. Ny
word for it, she will take tho girl and may
be adopt her. That will be fine thing for
her, won't itP
Too good luck to como to our door, was
the chilling answer. III any one else had
taken the child home, M doubt Mrs. Glenn
would haya nickaj bor n, ar onca Rut don 4