Weekly Trinity journal., 1872-11-30

something had occurred to wound Jes-
sizes feelings.
Jessie, come here" said Mrs. Swan
and as the child came up to her, she put
her arms lovingly around her. "What
has happened to hurt my little girl, and
make her look SO sad?"
A burst of tears was the first reply, and
Mrs. Swan patiently waited till the sobs
ceased and Jessie could speak. Then in
broken accents she told all her trouble,
and her mother, with loving words, tried
to console the litae girl, though her own
heart ached with sympathy for the child.
Soon Jessie's tears were dried, and if not
happy, she was, at least, more composed.
She took the completed dress which Mrs.
Swan had wrapped neatly in n paper and
prepared to take it to the lady who had
engaged her mother to make it,
The way was long and Jessie was dress
ed none too warmly; her hands and feet
ached with the cold, and worse than that,
her heart ached. Tho house whore she
was to leave her package was an impos-
ing mansion, and her heart gave little
excited leap rs she timidly rang the bell.
A neat looking servant girl answered the
summons, and invited Jessie into the
hall. AS she entered little girl came
out from another room, and she knew as
she looked at her that she was the one for
whom the dress had been made. The
newcomer was beautiful girl, with
curling hair and sunny eyes. She glanced
ut Jessie, and noticing how cold she
looked, and hearing her tell the maid
that she had brought the dress from Mrs.
Swans, she invited her to come into the
sitting-room to warm herself.
"My mother is out now," said She,
"but she will not be gone long, and you
had better wait till she comes"
So Jessie timidly walked into the pret-
test room she had ever seen, and stood
near the register until the little girl drew
up a softly cushioned chair, and bade her
sit down. Jessie's face still wore sad
look not natural to it, and her small host
ess gazed at her curously yet kindly.
She noticed the poor faded dress and thin
shawl and mentally contrasted them with
her own bright dresses and warm furs.
Her heart, over tender and kind, led her
to pity the child who looked so sad and
she wished to help her some way, for
Dora Barton, young and pctted as she
was, had much feeling for others.
Finally seeing no other way, she blunt
ly asked:
" What makes you look as though you
were ready to cry, little girl Mamma
would say Pm not polite to ask you, but
| don't mean any harm, only | think
something must trouble YOU"
The tone of sympathy in which this
was spoken touched Jessie's heart, and
the quick tears flowed once more.
"Oh, don't cry so," exclaimed Dora,
as she, the petted little heiress, threw her
arms caressngly about Jessie. "Tell
llb NllNt - lllt lllHllbI.
At length, won by Dora's kindness,
Jessie, to her own astonishmcnt after
ward, told the whole story Of her trials,
and how her mother could not even afford
to take Thanksgiving holiday, but
would have to work just as hard as ON
any other day; nor did she forget to make
mention Of her crippled sister Lucy.
Dora listened with her pretty eyes full
Of tears of pity, but at the close of the
tale n bright smile lighted her counte-
nance.
"Never mind ~ said she, 81 wouldn't
care one bit If were you. Perhaps
something will happen so you can go to
the party after ALL"
"Oh no, there won't" sighed Jessie;
"but don't mean to care any more il |
can help it :" and she looked gratefully
at her small consoler.
"That's right, and here's Mamma" as
a tall, dignihed lady entered the room.
"Mamma, here is little girl who has
brought my new dress home. Her mother
made it,
Mrs. Barton spoke kindly to Jessie,
and paid for her mothers work more
liberal price than Mrs. Swan usually re-
ceived, saying that is what she generally
gave, and conplimented the manner in
which the work was done. Soon Jessie,
warmed and rested, and considerably
cheered by the kindness Of her new found
friend was on her way home. 1t was
with a more cheerful face that she again
entered her humble home, where love
awaited her, more precious than anything
else, il she had but known it.
Some time after Jessie had finished her
duties for the day, in fact, quito late in
the evening, there came rap on the
door. Mrs. Swan answered it, and saw,
to her surprise, man with several large
packages.
:" Does Mrs. Swan live here ?" he asked
at the same time setting his load within
the door as though he fetsure the articles,
whatever they were, belonged there.
:" Yes, that is my name but there
must be some mistake, | think. | was
not expecting anything to be left here"
returned Mrs. Swan.
"All right, this is the place !" and of
went the man, before another word could
be said.
What can it be ?" asked Jessie, her
eyes opened to their widest extent, while
Lucy, quiet as ever, yet showed her inter
est in her expressive face.
"Well dears," said Mrs. Swan, 81 do
NOT Lpou anv mora than Won do hnt tha