Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1874-06-11


too, were only little street sweeper
It was so hard to be kept carefully
within doors, so hard. She was 81
lent for full ten minutes with
her thoughts. At last happy one
struck her, and she turned quickly
to her mother, pretty faced young
woman, who was deeply interested in
re trimming a last years bonnet, and
who, at this moment, exclaimed tri-
umphantly: Really, it will be as
good as new"
"Mother," interrupted Milly.
''WellY'
''Then l cannot skater
"No," deeply engrossed in the bon
net.
'Nor slide down hill?'
''No, child, not in this snow storm. y
'.But l can put on my cloak and
new fur tippet and gloves and ill 8
basket of goddles fos pgor Miss I Fap-
shaw. Can't II For $40 IS so f5Begs
tn poor you kiow
Milly had one thought for Miss
Fanshaw and two for herself. For,
in reality, she thought herself very
hardly used to be kept indoors, while
she deemed it rare fun to be power
ty poor like Miss Fanshaw, in her
little play house room.
Her mother smiled wisely and gave
her permission to go. So Milly, like
the little women she was, equipped
herself for the walk. She then went
into the store room and put into a
willow basket a loaf of bread, jal
of sweet meats and four red apples
After which preparation she started
forth with as happy face as one
could meet in a days walk; and the
face was no happier than the little
warm heart beating beneath the warm
cloak. No wonder the snow was not
cold to her.
''Oh, the snow, the beautiful snowe'
the little heart kept changing to it.
self, as she watched the star-like crys-
tails alighting on her dress and gloves
.Even the old board fence, with its
qfipging vines, shorn of their Sum
beauty, was draped in the beau
sifal snow. On; ut came slsx;a SO
quietly and comfortably. as if it had
a world of leisure and a world Of its
wealth to bestow
All to quickly, Milly was at Miss
Fanshaw's door. In answer to Milly's
-tat-tap" at the door, it creaked
and wriggled and groaned little,
and then swung wide open; and there
stood Miss Fanshaw, a little shrivel-
ed figure, the shoulders pinned tight
ly up in an antiquated baby blanket,
embroidered all around in "herring
bone" and various other marvellous
stitches. From under the shawl
peeped two arms clothed in the neat
est ''leg of mutton" sleeves. On one
finger was a-ring-no, something
Just as dear to her, and it betokened
lifelong engagement, too. 1t was
an old brass thimble, worn full of
holes and bright as gold itself.
"But | must not forget her face. A
white face with white hair, white eye
brows and eyelashes, and two deep
blue, bright, twinkling eyes, which
seemed to say, "Ah, me, what a dear,
delightful, merry, busy world it is;
and have young heart for it yet,
if the wrinkles are in my face~
'.Bless the childr' she cried, in her
short, crisp way. did she come
down in the snow?" And she drew
Milly in, and took the long broom and
swept her from head to foot. ''Now,
my dear, 1 have swept the way to
your mouth, l must have kissp
$50, giving her one emphatical EN-,
brace, she whirled her along the hal
of the tenement house into the small,
atom of room-not half so big as
your play-room-and perched her uI
in an old, rickety arm chair.
If any one presumed to suggest
that Miss Fanshaw might be more
comfortable in larger room, she
laughed within herself, exclaiming
mo, no, my dearies; you see l have
only to sit in the middle of my room
to reach everything. There's my bi
BILE, and there is my bread jar, ant
there is my work basket, and there il
my cutting-board, and there is my
stove, with the teapot on .it-so han
dy" And her hand pointed arount
the room as if it was a hand on
clock pointing to the hours. Besides
as for the wood, why I am warm a
toast with burning two sticks and
few kindlers a day. Then / can It'd,