The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1868-04-03

Of me, and tell me how it comes you ask
me to buy your hair 90 and he stocked the
gloosy curIs as tenderiy rs father might.
She hesitated. and then opened her heart
to him. There was 3 mist 10 bis eyes
when she finished her plaintiVs story. He
walked the floor 3 moment, as if irTesolutss
then stopping before her. he took out bis
pocket. book. and handed her TWO half ca
giles. She put them in her purse and took
of her hood.
''NOs now, my little angel r. be said hus-
kily. ''not now, am Loo busy; tomorrow
will do IS well or, stay. win come in this
evening. Till then, do not mentioa iG TO
any one. Go now on your mission, my sis
ter Of charity" and he led her 10 the door.
How quickly her little feet aeW over the
pavement. She could hardly speak when
she had reached the bakers shop.
''Two lOaves, sir-large ones, too" she
gasPed, and threw down one Of the gold
pieces.
The man stared At her CuriousIy. The
color rose to her brow but sbe said moth
ing. aud hurried away with her warm, irs-
grant bundle.
''Is that you. Marie What kept you
so long. daughter? ? Quick. break ms .
crumb, am faint"
Like an angel the little stranger looked
- them as she glided in, her cheeks ike
apple blossoms, and her hair falling over
her shoulders like riPples OF sunshine.
Marie cannot come home yet." she
said. in a voice that was as a robin e in May
time. "But she will return tomorrow /;
perhaps this evening. She has sent me
with the bread. See the two nice loavss
that I've Brought and she brOEait 10
fragments.
Tears coursed down her face as she saw
how eagerly they clutohed them. She had
never dreamed of poverty like this; never
known how hungry folks may be and live
81 must &C now" she said, opening the
door ''but viii come again soon and
make you comfortable" and she hurried
to the nearest grocer and bought q basket
of provisions. and engaged him to send in
some kiDdlings and coal.
The little boys helped her build FIRE in
the coal stove, and when it blazed merrily,
she put ol the kettle. and soon had = re-
fresbing cup of tea for each invalid, and =
platter Of smoking potatoes for the chill
dren.
"where is Marie, do you know my little
angeL?" asked the sick mother as she gave
back the cup.
20 yes, know. she answered cheerful
ly. ''Did'Dt say she would be home ear
ly tomorrow ? Don't worry. Better days
are coming. I'll bring her 10 the morning.
Good bye.
Il was as though fairy had come and
vanished nd-hearted fairy, for, beside
the supply Of coal and wood, a half-eagie
lay in the sick father's hand.
Murmering TO himself sll the tender ed-
jectives of the French language, she good
hsig-dresser immediately hastened to the
courtroom. The JCdge was friend Of
bis, too. and be hoped to save the child
from prison. She had not been brought in,
the court having adjourned for half an hour.
| He asked for private interview with the
Judge. As soon ss il was granted, be told
him aIl Naris's disiresses, and Ghe generous
kindness of little Theresa.
"Poor child good child - said his lis
sener, Wiping bis glasses. ''She must go
TO prison. 1 suppose, but It shall be to g
chamber in my own house. Go into court.
and tell the same story over. it viii be bsG-
ter than lawyers plea"
He did so. and there was not dry eye
in the audience when he ceased. Even the
baker hun his head and seemed to muse
Before the brsathIess silence had been bro
ken. he looked up and said to the Judge
''I withdraw my complaint, let her 60 will
me aud take all she wants.
The spacious room rang win applau 80
and while the enthusiasm was atits height
a thoughtful old man went shout the Grove
with his hat. Peoples fingers lOund thsi
pocket-books as il by intuition, aud. Ehsl
be poured the collection into Maris's apron
she screamed with joy. No more hunger
no more cold, no more nakedness that win
ter. They we're rich.
The baker took her home himself. snC
told her at the door not To worry about th,
bread ill spring. for bis wagon would leave
them all they wanted every morning. How
lightly she bounded up the staircase. I
vas like birds GOot-laII. singing biEd'i
il the time ofAoEsrs.
sHavs you come Marie ?'' Two voices
spoke at once.
eyes, mother. yes. father, and We AZ.
rich, see i'' and she smptied her sPrOn OE
the bed. How merrily the silver and sold
coin jiDgled. Il was like the echo ofa hsr