Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1865-08-15

" You'll have to keep her, Miss MaCgregor,
she said, with a sad smile.
did not think at first who she ment, and /
asked her
=" The girl that took my place, you know.
I've been asking DIR. Sargent, and he dosent
think III ever be able to 20 back any more
She was SO calm that for very shame tried to
be calm also, but the tears would come, and |
went out into the next room without speaking
Soon DR.. Sargent Joined me.
1t is very sad, be SAID. {" have seldom
been so much interested in case. Such bright,
patient little thing as she is, and 80 wonderfully
womanly! She asked me herself tonight, II
there was any hope, and had to tell her You
see how She bears it.
After he had gone went back to little Susy
! had brought her a bunch Of violets, which
saw in the shop window as | came along, and
her very pleasure in them made my heart ache.
Row she oyed all beautiful things How much
she was capable Of enjoying, and how little she
had had TO enjoy in this world, poor child And
nov she was going
| think she guessed my thought, for she touch
ed my hand with timid, caressing motion, and
said very softly,
"rhere wil be brighter flowers there, Mrs
Maogregor. II hath not entered into heart Of
man to conceive, you know. 1t is well for me
only it will be so hard for mother and Jane
But olr Father will take care OF them. You
know what he says about the widow and the ia
lheress.
How unconsciously she reproyed my lack Of
faith bent over her, and pressed my lips to
the little cheek where the hectic burned. How
many times had doubted God, and what faith
she had She seemed to infuse into my soul new
strength. AS | went through the other room to
70 home found Mrs Mory crying very Silly,
so as not to disturb her sick child, in quiet,
dreary way, mex xpressbly pitifu. Poor Body was
kneelng with her face buried in her mothers lap,
fairly shaken by the violence Of her suppressed
sobbing. | only said, as went by,
Don't gieve her by weeping. She has been
telling me that God will take care Of you"
" hen | reached home | sat down and tried TO
think what had known before about DR.. Ssr.
gent. 1t carried me back to Horace Weir.
John Sargent was bis friend, | remembered-a
cllssmate, and the fdm .4chdtes OF bis early man
hood Did they occupy such relation still,
wondered. Would | be mentioned between
them But no, DR.. Sargent knew me only as
Miss Macgregor, the fashionable dress-msker for
whom little Brains bad worked. He would new
or associate me with Helen Bryce, even if Weir
had once made that name familiar to him. What
was there to arouse such tumult of hope aud
memory in my heart remembered little Susy,
aud the world where she was going and tried to
grow calm.
For fortnight after that she failed fast. OF
cours7 went TO see her every day, and il carried
me strangiy near to the eternal world whittier
her footsteps tended You cannot think what
change il seemed TO come back to the thoroughly
earthly atmosphere Of my fashionable establish
ment--to see the bright hued silks, and laces
white and dainty as hoar-frosl-to hear the per-
petua talk about what was stylish and what was
becoming and be compImented about my inven-
ton, my charming taste 1t was like turning
back to earth from the gate of Heaven.
At lsngth there came a day-it was toward the
last Of Aprl-when | went earlier than Usual to
see little Brains She had been SO week the day
before that | felt anxious. carried her the
first May flowers had seen. The little creature
had a sort Of passionate iondness for flowers not
usual IN such an organization. She loved aud
cherished them as Il they we're Of her own kin
dred
When went in saw DR.. Sargent was in the
room, and with him, bis back toward the door,
another gentleman. The Doctor heard my foot
steps and came out
~ friend Of mine /. there" he said "Dr.
Weir, from New York lie came on to visit me,
and brought him 10 zee the child. There is no
hope, Cf course but he might think Of some
thing to relieve her that did not"
| felt NY face turning crimson under his
searching glance But neither he nor ! made
any comment As soon as | felt sufficiently mis-
ress OF mysef went into the room. Camness
stole like balm over my spirit as | crossed it.
treshold felt as il | we're in the presence OF
waiting angels, met Horace Weirs eyes, but
scarcely knew it as | went up TO Susy, and saw
the strange, seraphio light which made her little
wan face seem as the face of an angel gave
her the flowers, and abe took them and my hand
together into her clingng hold.
" Dear, Kind Miss Macgregor, she said, fond
y you won't have to bring me any more
flowers. am goiog where they blow all the
time. VIVA, should have done without YOU
How thankful am that went to your shop,
But il you hadn't come there perhaps you
would have lived" said, as well as could for
the sobs which were choking me- She though,
a moment, then she shook her head.
Ne, should not have outlved Gods time
and YOU have made me so much happier, II
can pray for anything after die, shall ask Him,
when get to his feet, to bless you for ever.
more. Can you stay with me little while p
took oil my shawl and bonnet, and set down
at the bedside. DR.. Sargent came up to bid her
goodnight,
must 20 now" he said, but | will come
very early in the morning. VIII you stay awhile
Welr, in case any thing should b. wanted p
Certainly answered voice, every tone OF
which knew well.
Little Brains looked up with such bright
smile
d" How Kind every one is" she said. How
kind you've always been, Df, Sargent. Good.
by -
Moved by some sudden impulse Of tenderness
Dr.. Sargen; bent over and kissed the little visit
fol face of the child he had tended so long aud
patiently Next time he sees her il will be after
he too has gote over the river. lie will not be
sorry then that he did 1t unto one Of the least
Of these" Christ's little ones.
Wer sat down in the outer room. ! ,tAid by
Susy. ller mother came in and out restlessy,
With white face, aed eyes full Of anguish aud
longing Body had cried herself into state Of
exhaustion, and she sat on The loor her head in
a chair, sleeping heavily. Shall ever forget the
glimpse had that ught into the heart
Of that dying child9 Holding that little
hand, looking into those eyes so iuIl Of meaning,
and 80 soon to close forever, drew nearer than
| ever had before to the mysteries Of death aud
life. Ii was mi might, think, when sudden
light Illuminated all her face, and as il in answer
to a call we did not here she said,
81 am ready"
Her mother clung to her in passion OF tears
and prayers Her sister, wide awake now, was
sobbng at her eide. She kissed them both fond.