The Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Ohio) 1863-1886, 1868-11-12

floor moment. as If irresolute.
then stopping before her, he took
out his pocket book, and handed her
two half eagles. She put them in her
purse, and took off her hood.
Not now, my little angel'' he
said buskily, "now, ! am loo busy;
tomorrow will do as well; or, stay.
! will como in this evening. Till
then, do not mention it TO any
one. Go now on your mission, my
sister Of charity ,'and he led her to
the door.
How quickly her little feet
flew over the pavement. She
could hardly fpeak when she had
reached the bakers shop
1.-TWO loavcs, sir--large ones too
she gasped, and threw down one Of
the gold pieces.
The man stared at her curiously.
The color rose 10 her brow, but abe
said nothing, and hurried away
with her warm, fragrant bundle.
"Is that you Marie? What kept
you 40 long, daughter? Qnick,
break me crumb, | am faint
Like an angel the little stranger
looked TO them as she Plided in,
her cheeks like apple blossoms and
her hair falling over her shoulders
like rippIes Of sunshine.
"Marie cannot come home yet,
she said, in u voice tha. was us q
robins in May time. but she
will return tomorrow; perhaps this
evening. She.has: sent mo with
The bread. See thetwO nice loaves
I've brought" and she broakc it in
fragments.
Tears cOursed down her face as
sho saw how eagerly they cIutched
them. She had never dreamed Of
poverty like this; never known
how hungry folks. may be and
live.
II must go now" "she said. open
ing the door; but | viii come again
soon:.and make you comfortable.
and she hurried 10 the nearest
grocer and bought basket Of pro.
visions, and engaged him TO send
in some kindlings and coal.
The little boys helped her build
u fire in tho coal stove, and when
it blazcd merriIy, she put on:thv
kettle, and soon had refreshing
cup of tea for each invalid, and q
platter of smoking potatoes for the
children.
"Wherc is Marie, do you know
my little angel?' asked the sick
mother, as she gave back the cup
20 yes, know" she answered
chceriulIy. didn't l say she
would be home early, tomorrow
Don't worry. Better days ar,
coming. III bring her in The
morning. Good bye"
1t was as though a fairy had come
and vanished; q kind hearted fairy
for, beside the supply of coal an,
wood, q half eagle lay in the SICK
fathers hand.
Murmuring to himself all The
tender adjectives in the French
language, the good hair.dressel
Immediately FASTENED to the court
room. The judge was friend o
his, too, and he hoped to save the
child from prison She had moi
been brought in, the court having
adjourned for halt an hour. H'
asked for private interview with
the Judge. As soon as it was grant
cd, he told him OF Maries distress
and the generous kindness Of littl'
Theresa.
"Poor child! good child!' said hi
listener, wiping his glasses. "Sh'
must 20 to prison, | suppose, but |
shall be to u chamber in my Owr
house. Go into court and tell thu
same story over, it will be better
than a lawyers plea"
lie did so, and there was not ;
dry eye in the audience when h,
ceased. Even the baker hung hi
head, and seemed TO muse. Betor,
the breathIess silence had bceT
broken he looked up and said L
the Judge, II withdraw my com
plant; let hcr 60 with me and taxi
all she wants"
The spacious room :ang with ap
plause, and while the enthusiasm
was at its height, thoughtful ole
man went about tho crowd will
bis hat. Peoples fingers founc
their pocket books as if by intui
ton, and, when he poured the col
lectionin Maries apron she scream
Gu Ior J11 NJ w." '"U' ~ [ odmess ,ho
more more co'ui T,,. "o '"Ulo ,uo.a "" I'M w
WINTER lucy "''0 ' ,t
The baker took her home him
self. and told her at the door not Il
worry about the bread t'll spring
for his WaUOn would leave them al