The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1873-06-21
M one "a Help Me,
BY MRS. ALLIE CRAWFORD.

D1 hiSS- ALLIE ChANfoRD-
And worst of all, there's no one to
help me-" said Daisy Moore, toying
aimlessly with her pencil and gazing
into the street.
''Worst of what, my dear 2" asked
grandmother, looking UP suddenly at
the vague announcement.
''Wolst of my trials, answered
Daisy with a sigh that proclaimed the
child to be parsonage of many cares
and much perpleutf.
Grandmother looked at the little form
by the window She noted the crown
of sunny ctrls, and the lace as smooth
rs happy childhood could wear, and
with a suppressed smile, SAID
And what trials have you child ]
thought you very merry little girl,
this morning"
g Yes, grandma; but day makes
such a differance This morning |
had only my studies, and tonight
there's something new. You see"
and Daisy drew nearer to her
companion, with the air OF one who
has much to confide-'' You see,
grandma, | don't call my 'rithme
tie a trial, cause its only 'nvert-
ing di+isors. and proceeding S IL null
t,pllcation and g'og'phy is only play,
now we're bounding states then spell
ing-why, that's So easy You've
only to shut your eyes and say it over
aud over fast, for it's all made in
straight lines, ready to be learned.
But tonight Miss Gray read my name
in the composition list. Daisy
Moore : says she, oh SO loud, right in
my ear! And my heart Just aehed
indeed it dill, grandma"
$50 this is your trial. is it? 1t
doesn't seem SO very hard to bear"
said the mild voice of Daisy's conf
dant
Why, a composition has to be
made - exclaimed the little girl.
You don't even have book You
must take a subject-that the word at
the top, You know-and keep writing
about that word until you get mum
Der of lines. And it must be 'riginaI,
Miss Gray said, though what that is,
don't know, and couldn't make it so,
anyway, cause there's no one to help
me-not person"
Something i'll grndmother's face
Daisy construed to eyince wounded
feeling, so she made haste to explain 4:
= You're dear, beautiful grandma,
and you know q great deal, but you
couldn't, OF course, know how com
position goes nova days. And papa !
why, papa would Just make lines of
figures up and down. Figures are all
he ever writes. Only you two, and not
one OF you to help MEL and Daisy
arrived at this climax IN a flood of
tears.
Grandmother looked ut the tired,
discouraged, sobbing little heap upon
the lounge, and moved with pity for
the motherlesS child Of her care, she
approached and took III her arms the
tremulous bundle of curls. merino, and
boots. Gradually the sobs ceased,
and, sure of the consolation which was,
somehow, TO dIstii from grandmotherlv
wisdom, as balm to childhood's weari-
ness, Daisy began to listen as her
comforter began to talk.
I'm not sure Daisy dear. that YOU
have the right idea of composition,
nor that you realize how much of the
right kind of help you may have if you
need 1T First let me tell you what |
think Miss Gray meant by an original
composition - and grandma went on
quietly, explaining what was required,
and robbing the task of its imaginary
terrors.
$50 you see, my child, original
means without help
''But you said there was help if |
wanted 1t, grandma" and DAISY looked
puzzled.
Yes; a kind of help that Miss Gray
will not object to, L am sure. Now
Daisy and Grandma rolled the half
comtorted bundle more securely upon
her lap" now supposlng person to
be III the next room, person who
knew all the wise and beautiful things
which little girl could ever wish to
write. Suppose. too, that he knew
your trouble and had come to help
you, only waiting for you to ask him.
Ii you knew your teacher would be will
ling, what would YOU do}''
I'D get right down and 60 to that
door and look in, and then, unless |
was afraid OF such a wise person-Td
say, Please to help me, for I'm very
tired and discouraged, and he would
tell me to bring my slate, and pretty
soon there would be a composition all
made !" and the little girl sat up.
glowing with the happy thought; then.
suddenly sinking back, she said:
But no one is there-'cepting God.
who is everywhere, know"
he IS the person / meant, Daisy. :"
why, but Grandma, we don't ask
hum about such little things, do we
We ask him to bless us, and he does;
but way up in his beautiful heaven,
would he care to listen to me. one little
girl, about one little composition
Why, grandma, there's hundreds of
such little girls, all around the world ~
Yes; and hundreds of little birds
IN the trees, and hundreds of flowers
IN the fields; ye. God thinks about
each one as if it was the only bird or
the only flower he ever made. You