, 1877-01-14

p which faces occasionally wear, as If you ht
known them in past lie; se couldn't bear
l. tumn came VIC deckcl their tiny parlor vii
5, bright barberry boughs and seeded grasse
is and when winter set in NC carried over .
ivy we had rooted -purposely for their vii
r midst OF much merrimcnt, to hang up tho
stockings for Christmas. ~ haven't done
since was child" said the little man. IF
g do it now, they'll think I'm in my sccon
I said, with q delighted laugh. 'And ri pu
r something in yours, too. I'll put some bloo
: oranges there. They hare some at the Dealers
, they came all the way from Alaltu, where til
i great knights we're, you know; rock in tn
t sea, but the sun sucks its sweetness into thes
orangcs. little boy was par'ng one in tn
door; it vas the color of 4 winter sky-you'r
seen it, Huldah, when the red lies just above til
, SHOW as the sun Sinks and over that the orange
and tho orange fades away and Sits into til
blue till you can't tell whether it is sky or Sc
: up there-as it were the body of Heaven in IT.
clearness,'' said the old man, half to himself
remembering the story be loved to hear read o
Moses In the Mount, and running on garrnlous
", as he sometimes did, whether any one listen
ed or not.
Tiles a sort Of poet,'' said Mrs. Huldal,
apologetica1ly. q res, know about it, Heber
and I'll take over some Of our winter pears and
change them into oranges" ....
s'You always was witch, Huldah," said her
husband. but supposcyou're not going just
now, are your And it's cold for you, tuo. I'll
go myself, If you don't mind;'' and getting his
Dig sl1ck and h1s hat, while his vile found the
comforter and filled the basket, of he went with
his brown pears, intent on their metempsychosis
at Tue kindly provision dcalcr's, where now and
then he had ycntured alone before.
~ think he'll give you dozen," his wife
called aIter MN, as reminder to maintain his
! TELLS, anu tnat VIII leave us some Tor poor
old Susie More-she's down with low fever.
! It's running through that district; aud when
carried her tue cruel last night did wish I had
" Of orange to cool her lips WITH
safe at tor her to visit Susie: "Neycr makes any
4lnerenee,', sald She Pm always over lem.
II u isn't typholu, its consumption, or rheu-
maties, or something WORSE never catch it.
| Shouldn't feel as il had right to my happi-
ness II never vas doing and contrivlng for
them that haven't as much, and it's all can do,
| yo1 see. And then, too, IT'S the only thing
hebers wiling to spare me for; he says-,but
you know that's because he thinks SO much OF
1ne-that am such nurse it's too bad for any
one to get sick without me- That's just his
way, though. I'm no better than other folks
oniy I'm better than nobody. There's Katy
Brown come for the SOUR milk now" And she
hustled away to get it, and presently NC heard
her saving, 2" Now, Katy, you be sure
and bring back the pitcher, or else I
can't Keep the milk for you, for I haven't got
a hundred pitchers. And, by the way, wish
you'd call round, if it isn't too slippery to got
there, md tell Milly I've enough crusts for lIcr
to make capital brewis. will you?n And it
was quite like a Lady Bountiful, and it made US
blush for shame to see her doing so much In
her poverty, and know we d1d SO little III our
comfort.
SWELL" said Mrs. Hu1dal, when we stam-
mcred out something OF the sort, "you sec
my life's been all lore. 1t seems sometimes
when look back on it, like a hill in the sun
light. It's set in shadow, you might say-carc,
and cramping, and pain. | say SO mysclf once
in Il while. But another day see how it's lifted
up into the clear sunlight that has never failed
it, and that falls around it-ycs, mud pours over
it. And what Gun do but shed some Of that |
sunlight, that love, on others that stand in need
OF It'll I'm not q loud-mouthcd pcrson,'' said |
she, with her old face SO bcamine, that it WIS |
almost beautiful, ''but now and then it has
seemed to me as though ought to sing out to
everybody and tell them how God has loved NC,
and how Huber has"
Just then. as she was speaking, there came a
sound Of shutiling and creaking steps on the
crisp snow outside, aud Of subduct voices at
the door. We glanced up. Mrs Huldah
sprang to her feet, and covered her white face
with her hands. Help, help, Lorl!E she was
whispering; in the next instant she was going
forward quietly to meet the men who were |
bringing in her poor old husband On door, He
had Slipped on thc pairing of the little boy's
blood orange, and had lal1en and broken his hip