The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1873-11-28

looks so nice and strong, and Charlie
said If we had one he could draw me to
school I'm too lame to walk so far"
Daisy looked at the sled, then at her
mamma; mamma nodded her head and,
in less time than it takes to write it,
they saw the little lame girl hobbling
Joyfully down the street, dragging the
coveted treasure.
Reaching the store where Daisy
wished to purchase some articles OF
dress, pair of bronze boots, her won
derful blue parasol-although it was
mid-winter-and "tiny red gloves,
after going through series of romps
with the proprietor, with whom she was
special favorite, she showed him her
money, and told him how she came by
1T, and that she was "going to buy
bushels of things"
While she was still perched upon the
counter, where he had landed her, and
chatting like poll-parrot, little girl,
some two or three years older than her
self, entered the store, carrying large
bundle, which she gave to the proprle-
tor. She had on an old faded calico
dress, and shawl very much tattered
and torn, while, from beneath an old
black hood, shone face full of suffer
ing and care. Coming very close to the
counter to conceal the worn shoes and
ragged stockings, she asked the pro-
prietor, in voice trembling between
fear and expectation
Please could you pay mother for
this much of the work? She is sick,
and could not finish the rest. Sir, she
tried very, very hard, but the cough got
SO bad that she had to stop. She'll try
to have it all finished next week, if ysu
can let her have the money to get medi-
cine"
He handed her fifty-cent bill, and
turned again to his customers. The
little girl grasped the bill tightly in her
purple hand, and turned toward the
door: Daisy slipped from the counter,
and followed her.
" Is your mamma much sick ?" she
asked, as she looked sadly up into the
little girls face.
80 yes, miss and the doctor says
she may never get well; if she hash I
plenty of warm and good food, And
the Goals all gone--and-and-"
Here the Urge brown eyes filed with
tears, and sobs choked further utter
ance
"Please don't cry, girl :" and Daisy''
own chin began to culver. Mamma
let me give you some of my own banl
money. L know she will. don't wan
no BONE boots these black ones are
better than yours; and I'll do without the
gloves and-and-yes. I'll do without
the blue parasol too p
1.-The merchant and Daisy's mammi
were not uninterested witnesses of thii
little scene.
"You dear little philanthropist % ex
claimed the former, catching her in hi
arms. "What wondrous lesson o
benevolence and self-denial thy youns
heart teacheth Put up your charita
bic pile, my little light, and L will ado
double the amount"
Looking him steadily in the face, t.
assure herself that he was in earnest, sh
took up the long silken purse ant
emptied the contents on the counter
Eleven dollars o, how the large BROW
eyes of the poor girl opened with aston
ishment when she saw the heap AnC
when the merchant added twenty-five,
dollars more, she could refrain n,
longer, but leaned her little head on Tia
counter and sobbed out her thanks
Little Daisy chung to her mother
while the beautiful blue eyes filed wit
tears.
What scene for painter What
subject for poet Golden Hours.