The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1869-05-21
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In this world

little sne nHu nau 10 efyOy |" uhs Wofhus
poor chlldi And now she was going.
think she guessed my thought, for
she touched my hand with q tImld, ca.
ressing motion, and said, very softly.
There will be brighter flowers there,
Miss Macgrcgor. IL hath not entered
Into the heart OF man to conceive, You
know. It's well for me; only Il will be
so ohard for mother and Jane But their
Father will take care Of them. You
know what II says about the widow and
the fathcrlcss." nf. HnfUt
How unconsciously she rcproved my
lack OF faith! Ibcnt over, and pressed
my lips to the little cheek where the hec-
tic burned. How many times have
doubted God, and what faith she had!
She seemed to lnfuse Into my soul new
strength. As went through the other
room to go home found Mrs. Mory cry
Ing very Silly, SO rs not to disturb her
sick child. In quiet, dreamy way, mex
prcssibly pltiflil. Poor Body was kncel-
fng with her face buried In her mothers
lap, fairly shaken by the violence OF her
suppressed sobbing. ] only said as !
went by, ....a.r
"Don't grievc her by weeping. She
has been telling me that God will take
care Of you"
When reached home sat down and
tried to think what I had known before
about DIR. Sargent.
II carried me back 10 Horace Weir.
John Sargent was his friend. | remem-
bered-a class.matc and the .ddns Achdtes
Of his early manhood. Did they occupy
such n relation still, l wondered. Would
be mentioned between themy But no,
Mr.. Sargent knew Of me only rs Miss
Macyregor. the fashionable drcss-maker
for whom little Brains had worked. lie
would never associate with Helen Bryce,
even n Weir had once made that name
familiar to him. What was there Ia
arouse. such tumult Of hope and memory
In my hearth I remembered little Susy
and the world where she was going, and
tried 10 grow calm.
For n fortnight aflcr that she tailed fast.
or course went TO see her every day,
and Il carried me strangely near 10 the
eternal world whittier her footsteps tend
ell, You cannot think what change IL
seemed to come back to the thoroughly
earthly atmosphere OF my fashionable
establishments - to see the bright-hue
silks, and laces white and dainty as bOar-
frost-to hear the perpetual talk about
what was stylish and what was becoming,
and be compllmented about my inycn-
ton, my charming taste. II was like
turning back to earth from the gate Of
Heaven.
AT length there came day--it was to-
ward the last Of April-whcn went ear
Her than usual To see little Brains. She
had been SO weak the day before that
felt anxious. carried her the first May
flowers had seen. The little creature
had sort Of passionate fondness for
flowers not unusual In such an organiza-
ton. She loved aud cherished them as II
they were her own kindred.
When went In ! saw DR.. Sargent was
In the room, and with him, his back to-
ward the door, another gentleman. The
Doctor heard my foOtsteps and came ont.
A friend Of mine Is there" he said:
"Dr. Weir. from New York. lie came on
TO visit me. and brought him TO SEQ the
child. There is no hope. of course; but
he might think Of something 10 relieve
her that I did not" ..-..s..
felt my face turning crimson under his
searching glance. But neither he nor I
made any comment. As soon n ris
sufficiently mistress OF myself | went Into
the room. Calmness stole like balm
over my spirit as crossed It's threshold. I
felt as II | were In the presence OF waiting
angels. Imet Horace Wcir's eyes. but !
scarcely knew II rs went upto Susy, and
saw the strange, scraphic light which
made her little wan face seem rs the face
OF an angel. gave her the flowers, and
she took them and my hand together Into
her cllnging hold. ............
"Dcar, Kind Miss Macgrcgor," she said
fondly; "you wont have to bring me any
more flowers. am going where they
blow all the time. What should ] have
done without your How thankful | am
that went tO your shopV
"But II you hadn't come there. perhaps
vol, would have lived" said Ms well as
iIcould for the sobs which were checking
me. She thought u moment, then she
shook her head.
"No I should not have OutlIvcd Gods
time; and you have made me 30 much
haIpler. If I can pray for anything amer
I die, I shall ask Him, when get to his
feet, to bless you forcvcrin0re. Can you
stay with me little whIler'
took of my shawl and bonnet. and sat
down mt her bedside. DR.. Sargent came
up to bid her goodnight.
come very early IN the morning. viii
you stay while. Weir, Ia case anything
should DE wantcdy'
Ccrtairly." answered n voice, every
tone Of which knew well.
Little Brains looked up with such
bright smile
"IIow Kind every one is," she sail
{" How Kind you've always been, DIR. Sar-
gent. GoOd.by."
Moved by sOlne sudden impulse of ten.
dcrness. DIR. Sargent bent over and kissed
the little wistfil face of the child he had
tended SO long and patiently. Next time
he sees her Il will be amer he too has gone
over the river. He Will not be sorry then
that he "dil Il unto one OF the least of
these" Cbrist's little ones.
Weir sat down in the outer room. !
stald by Susy. Her mother came In and
out, restIessiy. with white face. and eyes
full Of anguish and longing. Body cried
herself Into = state Of exhaustion, AMI she
sat on the floor. her head in chair, sleep
ing heavily. Shall ] ever forget the
glimpse had that night Into the heart Of
that diving child? Holding that little
hand. looking into those eyes 80 fhll OF
meaning, and so soon to close forever, i
drew neutcT tIuU tN't Uau UVtotV w 'ti'
mysteries of death and Of life. 10 was
midnight, I think, when sudden light
illunined all her face, and as II an an-
swer to call We did not hear, she said:
~ am ready"
Her mother clung % her In passion Of
tears and prayers. Her sister, wide
awake now, was sobblng nc her side.
She kissed them both f0ndly.
"God loves you." she said.
Then she looked at me with wistfil eyes.
I bent down and Kissed her. my tears fall
Ing fast on her white iace. ...
"G0d loves you too" she said; and
then, a moment nftcr, she spoke again. ns
II that voice Ne could not hear were once
more calling;
All ready"
Then she turned her face. with that last
smile on II, tn tho wall, and went home:
An hour aftcrward she lay rs We had
robed her ln white garments, with shut
eyes, and look so calm and sweet upon
her face, you would have thought her
sleeping. I had TO 20 then. ! knew my
mother was waiting for me anxiousIy.
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