Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1875-01-26

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perate and when she came home of night
she threw herself upon the floor, an'
beat her tired, bursting head against th'
wall II was iooli.hness. to be sure, bu
the ioolishuess Of human being in men
tal agony was what drew out the tender
est comparisons from One who ono,
soiourncd here on the earth.
"II had some one I" cried Virginia
Just sombody a friend
It did no, strike her to say lover. Low
ers She might have loaud among lhC
youths who irequenled Mrs SIump's ant
looked upon Virginia with some favor.
Bu; in none OF these could she ind hcl
Jricnd Many young girls have passed
through such experience 10 big, lonely
city, aud have taken the hu>ks which
chance threw them. or, worst Of all, have
been soalcd by madleuing hcarlachc
down the dark road Of ruin. She some
times pushed up her sleeves and looked
Al The pink, soft ams they held She
was 50 young TO be all lor,aken aud lost
in lho big world She wondered bitterly
why she had been created at all The
gift OF life comes TO so many Of US wrong
side out We PCT it this way and that
bat We shall find the design, the beauty
and the glory OF it il we're patient. Some
are TO find the meaning OF lie in love
some in splendid work and a happy few
in heroic deeds reserved to them, which
will echo down the century.
Never mjaI, Dearie down in the mud
JUS pull away. You'.e sure to come out
dry and high. if you keep a good heart
ard a s,if upper lip.
One night. as Virginia leaned against
the window. looking =, i heavy sky. she
he;ud violin. The sound was faint. but
as she listened, it grew ill TITLED all her
sense of heaIinS. 1t talked to her like
an angel. Her heart swolled. She
leaned toward the darkness from which il
spoke. aud strained after il. It's sweet.
ness and paIhos and compass cannot be
described She took no thought OF the
hand upon it. She loved that violin.
through hours she listened leaning over
the window.sill feeling the city's breath
in her face. but the breath of Heaven in
her heart She thought about il all next
DAY, and waited impaiicnily for it next
evening.
Nigh, by night it talked TO her. becoming
par, OF her existence. Ii it neglected
her, she was restless aud iretled, When
it did It's best, she paid it distant tribute
Jy clappiug her hands aud whispering in
ecstacy. "Oh. YOU darling old fiddle !
do love YOU, You've got soul wish
i, was a person" She often added: al
wish it could be friend 10 me. The
man at the bow is some orchestra man.
of course; like those tat fellows who 90
into lager beer saloons But love his
fiddle So
suddenly The music stopped. She Ii
eued night after night, but all the hours
were silent
just like everything take to loving ~
cried Virginia. pa,sionately. "Wh
couldn't that woman's supply OF Goldfish
have been cut on instead | can live
without Goldfish. but what shall do
without my music soul ~
Il think shall die :" walled Virginia
in Nomans intense uniertone as she
dragged through the dust one evening
Il kRooc | shall die ii somebody don't
comfort NE pretty soon Oh, III like 10
steal bab, Why isn't some founding
dropped into NY lap? shalt forget all
the pretty ways my own boy jamie had
before he died, and shall Just mumnIie
like Miss Blum. On, wish baby'd be
lost. and III find il :"
Midsummer night, YOU know. Ia a night
on which every spoken wish is granted.
II being midsummer night, therefore. al
the next corner Virginia did lind lost
baby.
II was quaint. pretty child. dl essed in
clothing OF foreign cut. One little
shoe was on one little loot. but the other
little shoe was clutehed in its fat hands.
Frightened but brave. was this baby ;
crying and 9uivering but looking straight
ahead aud mopping its face with its
peIticoats
"What is it. dear?~ asked Virginia.
stopping to the little head.
Papa :" said the child, bursting into
a wall; "voister ?'
Shes so frightened. Arc you lest ?'
Papa :"
Come with me-" begged the girl,
winning on the convulsed face, and
getting the power over her waif. You'll
come along with me, won't you3" She
led it along. What's your name?'
"Wooese,"
Louise, is il? All, she is so tired
Come upon my shoulder pet, I'll carry
you"
She got Louise into her arms and fitted
like 4 thief. She knew that TO report her
find at once TO the police would be TO have
the child taken from her and placed in the
station. house. She would wait and send
a message. SO she flew past Mrs. Stump.
who admitted her to dark hall. and