Knoxville journal. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1874-1986, 1876-12-20
d emotions, she turned fiercely to

ed emotions, she turned fiercely to
| the mother and demanded:
"Haint yon got no better bed nor
pillow for that sick child?n
The woman began a long story
which Miss Wing cut short by
marching out ofthe door.
"There, she's mad!" exclaimed
she.
"Nebber mind, nanny" sighed
Caterpillar, turning YEARLY on his
pillow, 81 feels better"
But Miss Wing was far from being
angry as she hurried down the street
and so Carterpillar's mothes soon
discovered, ~ the door opened again,
and man carrying soft single bed
entered, closely followed by Miss
Wing. herself heavily laden.
"Sit down and take that child In
your lap" said she, In q peremptory
manner.
The woman meekly obeyed, and
seated herself with the wondering
boy In her arms.
! don't think Milly Thorne would
have believed her eyes II she could
have seen her cousin Selma then.
She flew around the room with
marvellous clerlty, beating up the
bed, spreading over lavender-scented
sheets and soft blankets, and finish
ing off with plump pillow, and Q
white spread quilted by her own
hands.
Like oranges, bub?" asked Miss
Wing, rs she plunged her hand In
her pocket.
Now Caterpillar and oranges had
long been strangers, so his eyes
glistened with pleasure when huge
yellow one dropped on his bed.
"May as well have this, too; taint
no use to me-" said she, tossing a
tinted picture on the bed. Then
turning to the mother, she said:
"Them sheets and things Is to
make the child comfortable AZ long
as he lives; you'll find good whites
In that basket" And out she boun-
ced, leaving Caterpillar and his
mother In a confused state OF graft
tude and bewilderment.
The Angel OF Mercy had touched
Miss Wings stony heart, and taught
her the infinite pleasure OF giving.
And as some streams, when released
from the icy letters that have bound
them, rush on with tarrific force,
overwhelming and submerging 30
Miss Wing, suddenly set free from
lifelong bondage, yearned to do
more for someone else.
So she sent telegram early next
morning, which dropped like a
bombshell into the little parsonage
at HopewelI:
"Bring all the children to dinner;
I'll pay the expenses.
There had been a great deal OF
commotion In that little house be-
fore, but never anything equal to that
which followed the receipt OF this
telegram.
Milly's heart misgaye her as she
washed faces and tied on hoods and
tippets, for she felt that nothing less
than miracle could change Cousin
| Selma.
But after q grand sleigh-ride they
found her nearly ready to receive
them, dressed in her best black silk
and snowy apron, the grim look In
her face very much softened.
The little Thorns had never In
their lives eaten such q dinner as
she had ready for them.
They did every thing they pleased,
even to eat apples In the parlor and
cracking nuts on that shining kitch-
| on floor.
But best of all, when they were
going home she tucked a fifty dollar
bill In Mr.. Thorne's hand, and when
he tried to thank her she said:
500 long, Bob Thorn, there's
plenty more where that came FROM"
So Bob" Thorne went along, re-
joicing for the spirit which had
moved Miss Thorne's heart and
given them such happy Thanks
giving.