Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1861-11-14

r. took her hand kindly. Good morning dear
Come TO have your ringlets dressed Tor the nan
to-nigLt-no > as she shook her head, why
not 7-vou 90 certainly; You are one OF Mon
sieur's best pupils. What is it, then, my dear
For a moment her lips quiyered' then she
spoke up quickly:
-You said once. sir, Won would give me an
eagle for my curlS. VIII Y"u 40 u H'" ''y
this minute 2' Ill
The Lsir dresser was a~stonished. Whatcould
the chf3 moan To cut off those cUrlS, long.
slkep. and rold-colored, the pale gold OF a stray
sunbeam. # would have been sacrilege almost
f,r ! mother 10 have done il TO sell them was
surely a crime.
come here 2' -
"No sir; but she will not blame me when |
tell her how il was. O, no, she Is too good
And how is it, my DEAR Make a friend Of
me, and tell me how 1t comes you ask Inc tobuY
vour hair: and be stroked the glossy curls as
tenderly as a father might.
She hesitated, and then opened her heart TO him.
There was a mist on his eyes when she finished
her plaintve story. lie walked the floor a mo-
ment as if irresolute, then stopping before her,
BE- took ont his pocket book and handed her two
half eagles. She put them in her purse, and
quietly took Off her hood.
Not now, my little angel! am too busy, to-
/ morrow viii do as well or stay, | will come tins
evening. Til then do not mention II 10 any one.
Go now on your mission, my little sister Oh
| charity, p" and he led her Go the door.
How quick her little feet flew over the pave
| mentl She could hardly speak when Sue had
reached bakers shop.
Two loaves, siT-large ones, TOO, size gasp
ed. and threw down one of the gold pieces
The man stared at her curiously. The color
800 T-.n. In4 EIa uafH uprhTnr and hur-
ned away with her warm, fragrant bundle.
be Is il you, Marie What kept you so long.
| daughter Quick, break me a er1mb' / am
faint
Like an angel, the little stranger looked to
them as she ghded In, her cheeks ike apple
blossoms, and her hair falling over her shoulders
Ike ripples of sunshine.
Marie cannot come home vet she said, in a
voice That was as sweet as a robins in Maytime.
But she viii return tomorrow perhaps this
evening. She has sent ms with the bread. See
the two nice loaves I've brought you,' and she
tore il IN fragments. Tears courSed down her
face as she saw how eager they elutched them.
She had never dreamed Of poverty like this
never known how hungry folks may be and
live.
81 must 20 nov, 50 she said, opening the door
but 1 viii come again soon and make you com
fortable;' and she hurried TO the nearest grocer
and bought a basket full of provisions, and en-
gagged him 10 send some kiudlngs and some
coal.
The little boy helped her to build a fire in the
cold stove, and when 1t blazed meTrlly she put
on the tea kettle, and soon had q refreshing cup
| of tea for each invalid, aud q platter Of smoking
pototoes for the children.
Where is Marie do you know, little an
gel2" asked the sick mother, as she gave back
the cup.
30, yes, I know. she answered, cheerfully.
" Didn't l say she would be home early to-mor-
row Don't worry. Better days are coming.
III bring her in the morning. Goodbye.
Il was as though a fairy had come and van
ished; a knd-hearted fairy, TOO, for beside the
supply of wood and coal, a half eagle lay in
the ickfather's hand.
Murmuring to himself all the tender adjectiyes
in the French language, the good hair-dresser
Immediately FASTENED TO the courtroom. The
Judge was a friend Of his, too, aud be hoped to
save the child from prison. She had not YET
been brought in, the court having adjourned for
view with the Judge. As soon as ID was grant
ed, he told him all Marie's distress, and the gen
erous kindness of little Theresa.
Poor child GOOD child " said his listener,
wiping his glasses. she must 20 10 prison, |
suppose but It shall be 10 chamber in my own
house. 60 into court aud tell the same story
over it viii be better than q lawyers plea
lie did so, and there was not a dry eye in the
audience when be ceased. Even the baker hung
bis head. and seemed to muse. Before the breath
less silence had been broken, he looked up and
said to the Judge, " / Withdraw my complaint;
let her % with me and take all she wants.
The spacious room rung with applause, aud
while the enthusiasm was at its hight, a
thoughtful old man went about the crowd With
his bat. Peoples fingers found their pocket
books, as If by intuition, and when he poured
the collection into MaIie's apron, she screamed
with iov. No more hunger, no more nskednesS
that winter. They were rich.
The baker took her home himself, andtold her
at the door not TO worry about bread tin spring.
for bis wagon would leave them all they wanted
every morning, How lightly she bounded up
the staircase Il was like a birds iootfall-a
singing hird's-in the time Of flowers.
Have you come, Marie 49, Two voices spoke
at once.
s'Yes, mother yes, father. and we are rich {;
see! and she emptied her apron on the bed.
How merriiy the silver and god coin iingled
Il was Ike The echo of a harvest song, the dis
tant echo brought back by summer breezes.
" Bless you, my sunbeam; bless you my an
gel" And two hands were laid upon her head,
and tears and smiles were strangely mixed TO-
gether.
What does it mean, Theresa o" and the
mother looked wonderiugly 81 her beautiful little
daughter as she came INFO the parlor, in obedi-
ence 10 message brought by a servant, " Mon
sieur b. says you promised 10 see him to-
night
4 did. mamma. Did you bring your scis-
sors, sirl'' And she carried a f@ootstool TO line
sofa upon which lac sat, and quietly nestled at
his feet.
Yes, my dear, see" and he took from his
pocket a shining pair.
Theresa, what means this2n themother spoke
sternly.
Il HAYES old my hair to him, mamma, and he
is come TO cut il Off
81 Sold your hair cut il off were you crazy ?
are you in earnest" And she gathered her TO
her side, aud laid her hand protecfingly over the
precious euris.
"Tel her how It was, sir. She won't be an
cry then. Please, sir, tel her
lie did so. Closer and closer TO her heart was
the child drawn By the fearful mother, as the
narrator proceeded with his touching story. And
when IL was finished, she covered her face with
kisses, and said I'm a broken voice, aOf such Is
the kingdom Of Heaven
A single ringlet was severed from the beautiful
head that night; one long, soft, golden curl.
which the hair-dnesser carried home as reverently
as though It had been down from an angels
wing. On the morrow he had it woven into a
heart's-ease, and the sunny, shining, human
flower was ever afterwards worn next his heart,
a talismau against besetting sin.