The true northerner., 1871-04-07
HOW A DREAM CAME TRUE.
BY MRS. MARY A. DENNIsoN.

BY MRS. MARY A. DENNIsoN.
I'm very tired, " sighed the minis
ter, as he pushed the shutters impa-
tlently back. Their movement sent in
n shower of rose leaves.
PITY, pity cried a childish voice
Mrs Winfield, the minister's wife,
stood at the door III cool, white wrap
per- holding back beautiful, eager
child.
Shall she come in, George are you
through "
Yes; come here, Rosebud, and kiss
away papa's headache.
Tell papa he must walk out and
let the wind kiss it away, said the
clergyman's wife.
The little thing repeated her moth
ers words in baby language.
You should 60 out, George, Mrs.
Winfield reiterated; ego to the run
ming brooks and stones, or some of
Your poor parishioners, and let them
talk to YOU. You know that always
does you good and there's little Bes-
sle--'
oh, yes, little Bessie; | had al
most forgotten the child havn't been
there for week and the good little
tailor; he will think we have neglected
him. One more hug, pet, and pick up
the rose leaves good bye, wifel" and
leaving kiss on two pairs of lips, he
put on his hat and went out.
THOMAS CHEARY, TAILOR.
That was what the bit of IT sign said,
over the bit of shop door. Every
thing was on a small scale there
Thomas, his CHEEKY wife, and the
brown shanty, by courtesy called cot
tage
The clergyman entered, not without
STOPPING.
"Well, Thomas, stitching away yet
[ suppose you get tired sometimes
this hot weather. "
AS he spoke he laid his hat upon the
white pine table, and sat down near the
tailor whose legs were crossed under
him. The window was open, for it was
a fine day. From wee pot of hello
trope faint, sweet breath Of pcrfume6
air stole now and then into the room
The shop was charmingly clean tn,
walls, though cracked were neatl,
whitewashed. Beyond, in the parlo
and bed combined, could be seer
square of rag carpet and few pin,
chairs.
Thomas looked up with a smile
I" Yes, sir, I'm stitching yet littl,
wearsome, but it brings the bread anC
pays Bessie's doctor bill. It's not lik,
the gardening | did when lad-bu
then the Lord makes me thankful. II,
gives me plenty to do.
" What your side aches; the tailor
had made sudden motion of pain.
"Well, there's bit of an ache there
sometimes, said Thomas, his fac,
clearing up and the happy smile beam
ing again. ." It's sharp, uncann,
stitch, too, but it only stays for tn,
minute, and so I'd ought to be thank
full I wouldn't like to feel it long at
time, though.
No, Thomas; 7 don't like YOU I,
feel it at all :" said the minister. will
serious face. How is Bessie thi
morning
"The darling is weak, sir, very weak
The doctor said yesterday | must ge
her bottle of the best wine. Tha
costs extra, SO | work at odd times T.
get it. | did some whitewashin9 yestei
day, got up Just at day light, and ha
the work done and the money in m
hand by the time ] sat down to th
coat Two or three mornings wor
like that will soon bring money enoug
for the wine. 1t mayn't be long we'l
keep her, and she shall have what sh
needs, please God, if L work my finger
TO the bone.
/" You shan,t do that, Thomas. Sc
here, one of your good friends an
mine, gave me money for just such
purpose; there is enough for the medi
cine. Don't get up at daylight tc
morrow, Thomas.
The mans lips quivered as his pas
tor placed the money on his knee.
"Pm not above taking such helps a
that, " he said, lifting his tear-fille
eyes from his pastors gentle face I
the heavens that, smiled bcnignly dowr
God bless you
''Does the doctor give any hope fo
Bessie 2" asked the minister after
pause.
"Not while she stays in this clos
city air, sir, though it's niceish sol
of place compared to some. He say
could we take her in the country, si
'twould save her. But here's the worl
sir, and here / suppose is the dut,
That was what he said yesterday-notl
ing but country air. felt bad over
it last night, so did Mary her heal
is bound mp in the child. L though
what a bit o. country air and sunshiu