The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1876-05-12

HY SOPHIE Z. EASTMAN.


M SOPHIE z. EASTMAN.
teechur so mutch alOre. think heaven is like
you Try be good pray reglar. HIRAM.
This was Annie Colby's reward for
ak weeks of patient toll for this boy
tellect of child. AT FIRST she had felt
for him an nttsr repulsion. His hands
Were large aud SCARED and adorned
with pewter ring; his face ffeckled !;
his hair flaming aureole, standing
defiance of brush and comb; his clothes
coarse, ill-fitting and dirty; his motion
clumsy and awkard 20 the last degree.
Bat when he came to her desk, after
school had closed, standing dumbIy
there, his great hands fl,mbling nerv-
ously ii bis pockets, as he looked up
with beseeching eyes, the thought came
shat perhaps hers might be the hands
70 roll away the stone from the sepui-
cher and set the imprisoned spirit free.
So she did not srePulse him, as another
might have done. Daily ehe told him
Of God and Christ in heaven, and tried
60 pfune of lis coarse, rough slang
words whose frnitage in the end would
be profanity. How much of her teach
ing he understood she could not know.
After the rest had gone, he would come
TO her desk, with wistfdI eyes, that fol-
lowed her every motion; and some
times BE would take . fold of her dress
III his hand and stroke il In q gentle. ca
ressiRg way. Like one OF old, If he
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ment, he was content.
One day she @w him slowly and Ia
boriously reading chapter ia the Tee-
tsneE.t, and the sight gladdened her.
Bnt when at night he told her that he
hoped be had learned to love Jesus the
words almost shocked her. He - Chris.
tIan, with that unkempe hair aud those
revolving tinger-nails!
She forgot that goodness and culture
do nos spring full-statnred into being |;
and that the soul needa time for grow.
ing, not less than the tabernacle It in
habits But she did not tell him her
Thought thank God tor that; she only
pEayed the more earnestly that be
might Be helped toward all that was
true and right. And the answer came.
Little by little she could see that he
was cropping toward purity not only of
heart, bnt Of external life: cropping
blindly, TO be sure, but still as one who
was nearing the light.
Thea came the visit TO his home,
which showed her his surroundings and
tadghE heT charity for his faults.
&cilool had just closed one Monday
afiernoon. when HiTam's father drove
np to tie door. & Where's the Marin 20
he called. And IS she appeared be said:
stl9y woman's been kalkerlatins to hev
yer ter our house; and we're been D.
buteherin' this forenoon, and thought,
as long 90 we'd got plenty Of fresh
meat. we'd like to hev yer come up and
stay fiIi mo4nin', if yer aint afraid to
ride with ms in my ole clo'es."
She went. Her first greeting from
Mrs. Peters was on this wise: Ranging
the youngest children against the wall,
the ao&heT. after ahaking hands with
her. turned % them and said, coaxingly:
g Nov. children, I want you TO watch
the Marin, and do just aa she dooa and
talk Just 81 she docs, SO - 70 grow ap
putty ladies. 2
Annis Colby seated herself in the
unpainted, uncnrpeted "done of :, room.
MOI S loOIx. moi q newspaper was there
81 the house. The loud-voiced hostess
as ale placed supper upon the table, re-
counted ite virtues and defects.
There's nosllin' moro hearty and
Fslisllisf than spare-rib, aud this was
INST killed Eo day. But Mm afraid my
Fs.a1 e s1nf nrirne The yeast wAs