Weekly Trinity journal., 1873-11-08
SOMEBODY LOVES ME.

Two or three years ago, the Superin-
tendent of the Little Wanderers Home
in Boston received one morning request
the Judge that he would come up to the
courtroom. He complied directly, and
found there group of seven little girls,
ragged, dirty and folorn, beyond even
what he was accustomed to see. The
Judge pointed to them, and said, Mr..
T, can you take any of those?"
Certainly; III take them ALL" was
the prompt reply.
"All! What in the world can you do
with them all?"
"I'll make women of them ALL"
The Judge singled out one, even worse
in appearance than all the rest, and ask
ed again, "What can you do with this
one?"
"I'll make a woman Of her," Mr.. t
repeated, firmly and hopefully. He took
them all home. They were washed and
dressed, and provided with good supper
and beds. The next morning they went
into the school-room with the rest of the
children. Mary was the name of the
little girl whose chance for better things
the Judge thought was small.
During the forenoon the teacher said
to Mr.. T, in reference to her, " new
er saw child like that have tried for
an hour to get single smile, and failed"
Mr.. T said afterward himself that
her face was the saddest he had ever
seen, sorrowfnl beyond expression yet
she was a very little girl-only seven or
eight years old.
After school he called her into his Of
fee and said pleasantly, " Mary, l have
lost my little pet. l used to have little
girl here that would wait on me and sit
on my knee, and | loved her very much.
A kind lady and gentleman adopted her,
and she went to live with them. miss
her, and l should like you to take her
place and be my little pet will your"
A CLEAN of light fitted over the poor
child's face, as she began to understand
him. He gave her ten cents, and told
her she might go to store near by and
get some candy. While she was gone
he took two or three newspapers, tore
them in pieces, and scattered them about
the room. When she returned in few
minutes, he said to her, Mary, will you
clean up my office for me? pick up these
papers, and make it look real nice"
She went to work with will. "a little
more Of this sort of management-treat-
ing her Just as kind father would
wrought the desired change. She went
in:o the school-room after dinner with so
changed look and bearing that the
teacher was astonished. The child's face
was absolutely radiant; and half fearful
of some mental wandering, she went up
to her and said, Mary, what is it? what
makes you look 50 happy?"
"Oh" I've got somebody to love me ,"
the child answered earnestly, as if it
were heaven come down to earth.
That was all the secret. For want of
love, that little ones life had become so
cold and deso!ate that she had lost child
hoods beautiful faith and hope. She
could not at first believe in the reality of
joy and kindness for her. 1t was this
certainty that some one loved her and
desired her affection that lighted the
chid's soul and glorified her face.
Mary has since then been adopted by
wealthy people, and lives in beautiful
home in New England and more shan
all its comfort and beauty, running like
golden through it all, she finds the love
OF her father and mother.
Shall we who have many to love, and
to love us, refuse to be comforted, to see
any value and use in lie, any work for
our hands to do, because one of our treas
ures may be remove from our sight
from our home and care to better?
And oh shall we let any of these little
ones go hungeIing for affection-go up
even unto Gods land, before they find
somebody to love them ?''-Byiton (Pu.)
Little Things.