Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1861-03-01

and brushed so smoothly back! Wasn't /
her hat always put on with the most rect |
angular proprety and tied in an even bow
Didn't she always sit with her hands folded
so like lady, while other mothers 1augh-
tiers were romping about and trailing their
hats by the ribbons through the dustE Of
course she did. The care which she had
from her mother was so wonderful. Yes,
but my good friend, if your child ask bread,
will you give her stone and if she plead
for love. do you imagine that any amount
of attention to her physical needs can salts
fly soul formed of God TO feed upon kind
looks and fond words?
God pity the woman whose heart the
wear and tear Of life have callonsed, until
they have left there no soft spot for a loving
nature to impress itself upon and God pity
the child whose earnest craving spirit comes
in contact with such woman, only to be
frozen by her influence.
This was the New Years eve, and Gerty,
from her solitary room, could hear the re-
peated closing Of the great hall door, each
time announcing new arrival; for Mrs.
Allen received company tonight, and a gay
company it was.
where is Gerty 7? asked The father.
81 thought best for her to retire at her
usual hour was the reply, and the busy
host thought no more of his child.
Meanwhile, the little one had cried until
the fountains were dry and the feveri>h
cheeks were sore so the curled herself up
by the low window and looked out into the
night. Away up in he dark blue heaven
shine the thousand stars, while the snow is
white and glstening upon lawn and meadow
and afar on the outlying hills. Getty re-
members the starry nights Of long ago, when
here was some one to fold gentle arms
about her and whisperingly lavish on her a
thousand pet names and bitterly God
knows, the young heart feels that she has no
one to love her now. Papa is kind, but he
is away so much, and then since this new
mother came, he doesn't notice her as much
as he once did.
Suddenly the child starts up from her low
seat, and With parted lips and dilated eyes
stands listening. The sound of music comes
up from below and amid all the artistic ad
ditions and variations, her ear detects the
notes Of an old and familiar refrain. 1t il
the same sweet evening song, her mother
lullaby. She used to sing it in the purple
twilight. with Gery's golden head nesting
in her bosom, and now with this gentl,
t gliding measure, those far-of nights come
floating back to her on their starry wings
and she sees her own mother once more
: She stands before her, with her droopin,
, head and her long fair hair. Gerty hear
her low, sweet voice keeping time with th'
: music; she sees, as of old, the love-light il
her eyes; she stretches out her arms to
: wards her, but the music has ceased, an,
: her mother beckoning with her hand whisp
ers, Come my child and then vanishe
!. silently into the starlight.
{ Gerry waited but an instant. Her moth
2 er had said, Come, and she would 90. Sc
I. noiseIessly as a spirit, she glided down tn
a broad staircase, and fitted past the ope
doors of the parlor. Out into the clear COLI
: night, her long hair streaming behinc
: her and her feet scarcely touching tn
t frozen ground, on past the great houses an
+ over the lonely ways, never hating or turn
: ing until, under the dark old pines, sh
!, reached snow covered grave.
' Here il was. This was poor mamma
home now here they had brought her o
t that sad, snow-falling day and left her-lei
J, her all alone with her closed eyes and he
d folded hands and here she, her little gir
h would come and stay with her always.
e No feeling of fear entered the child
S heart now. She clasped and kissed the col
K white headstone, and its GOODNESS only re
e minded her the more of the pale bro'
n which they had lifted her to kiss just tw
o years before The night was bitter cole
: but Gerty knew it not. What though th
: little feet were freezing,-shc felt it not, sh
y was so happy. There a glorious light !
), the sky and all over the hills. The pine
d above and around her murmured an
d whispered, ard she thought they were sing
o ing to her mothers cradle song. And 81
o repeating to Lerself the little prayer whic
always came after the song, the child felt
d delicious drawsiness steal over her, an
a dreaming of heaven and her mother sh
l. fell asleep.
e Poor Gerty! Heaven and her motht
= we're no longer dream, when they carrie
h the little lifeless figure home next morning
r and silently laid it ia her own room, sti
IT wearing the little torn apron.
4 Power OF BIRDS SoNG.-When "
J. hear the song Of soaring lark, We may
n sure that the entire atmosphere between |
: and the bird is filed with pulses or unduli
/. tions, or waves, as they are often ealle
h produced by the little songsier's organ
s voice. This organ is a vibrating instr
5. ment, resembling in principle the reed of