The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1871-09-21

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Perhaps We can earn enough" sale
Maggie, who was in very hopeful
frame, by reason of hearty break fast O
hot potatoes and salt, proffered her that
morning by kind hearted Irish woman
who lived next door, and who piticd the
"poor baby without any mother"
"You know I can sing, Tim," she
continued.
"Well, we'll try,' rejoined the boy
patiently.
One, two, and three days passed The
two children had played and sung
through all the streets about, and had
been quite successful as to the proceeds
of their efforts.
Maggie's great beauty of face and
sweetness Of voice, Joined with Timmy's
violin accomplishments, had made a
very attractive combination and at
last the two little musicians had invested
their earnings in secondhand tambou-
rine, which an old-clothes man sold
them "cheap, considsrin' they'se in
trouble" as he said.
The flush of gratified possession began
to fade as the foot-sore, lung .wearied
children crept into their desolate loft,
which, with every return, Tim expsc ted
to find occupied by paying tenants"
ooh Tim," sighed Maggie, "I'm so
awful tired. What shall I do?"
Don't be discouraged, said Tim,
though there was "a tear in his voice."
'We'vs got some jolly good bread and
cheese for our supper, and now we've
got the tambourine, we won't take it SO
hard. Tomorrow we will 60 out more
into the country, and that will be just
prims.'
The next morning saw the little mu-
sicians with their faces set toward the
blessed country. All along the road
they sang and played, and Tim passed
his cap with the air of chevalier, for
wasn't he earning his living,n to be
sure, and hadn't he a right to what he
earned? OF course he had.
Let's stop here" said Maggie, as
they passed great house standing back
from the street.
"Oh Tim, amt these flowers beauti.
full? ~ she added wistfully as the purple
and yellow blooms Of the crocus peeped
through the iron railing.
This is splendid place." said Tim
" Let's go up the walk little way and
begin Home, sweet home There's a
lady walking in the garden. Perhaps
she will see u.s."
So the children walked slowly up tho
broad driveway, and began their con-
cert.
"Ah! little people, so you can play
and sing" said the lady. as she came
forward.
Do you feel well, little boy: ?" she
as she noticed that he looked
pale
" Not very, ma'am,' said Tim. Il
think I'm faint"
Come into the house and rest, both
Of you,' said the lady. Indeed it was
not a bit too soon, for Tim could hardly
stand. He dropped into seat and
leaned his head against Maggie.
ION Jimmy, what is the matter"'
said the little girl, as an hour passed by
and despite rest upon clean, cool bed,
whittier the kind lady led him, the boy
grew no less faint"
" don't know, Maggie, I am sure, he
said. MY head feels strange, and the
hills run over me-"
The hours passed, and the days passed
and still Timmy grew no better. The
good lady gave the boy most kind care,
and Maggie cri ed her blue eyes almost
blind when at last Timmy knew not
who she was, but gazed unknowingly at
1er when she begged him to speak to
Maggie.
AT last it became evident to Mrs.
Wayne that the little musician had dis
'oursed his last of earthly music.
He was making ready to join 1.-The
larpers, harping with their harps"
Occasionally, snatohes Of his old songs
would float out on the air in the still
night; line of some hymn caught at
mission school. Jesus the water of life
will give" "Thers is a happy lanu,n
md most frequently " Home, sweet
lome.n
AT last one evening Tim departed to
ais "H"me,' and little Maggie was left
alone.
Poor little rose bud" thought Mrs.
Wayne; what can l do with hsr?"
Don't have me go away, dear lady"
'aid Maggie, II haven't any Timmy
1ow."
But, my dear child, how can take
'ou" You don't know what great
'are such step will bring me-"
| won't be bit of care; I'll just be
'our happy little girl,' said Maggie.
So the whole truth ia that Maggie
airly won her own place in the heart
md home of Mrs. Wayne, and while
'ver her brothers dust the green gras.
3 growing, she is no longer little Tam.
'ourne," but Maggie Wayne.
sunshin and Sleep.