The Russellville Democrat., 1877-06-21

 beavv as lead. The day when she and Archie would be turned homeless into the street was put of, but only for time.
 "My wedding ring-that will have to 70 next, |" thought the poor child. And then 1"
 A look of despairing anguish came into her eyes, and she clasped the little hand she held more firmly. "It would kill me !" she murmured, in husky voice. Do lone, mamma, do 'lone?" cried | Archie. She released his hand, and he trotted on before her. Though scarcely eighteen months old, he was 30 large of his age he seemed like child of two years. His bronze hair curled tightly over his head, he had his fathers ample forehead and splendid black eyes. A princely boyl No wonder Robert Buell. coveted him, and would have been proud to call him son.
 "Bull! Bulll" cried the little fellow, pausing before a shop window, wherein were displayed children's toys and few jars of candy.
 "No, dear, not today"
 Bull! Bulll" repeated Archie, inn periously, and his mother yielded, as usual
 MT. Bull, a little round-faced English man, came in smiling from an adjoining kitchen. He was glad to see the pretty lady, who had come into his store like benefcient fairy some months ago. Archie, too-his nurse had taken him there once, and from that time the child would never let her pass the door without going in. The old man learned to watch for him, and his round face would dimple with pleasure at the sight of the boy.
 A pleasant day, Mrs. Arno," sym pathetic gentleness softening his voice as he noticed her care-worn looks. You are quite stranger. And how's curly head'7" laughing down at the child.
 "Give him a chocolate mouse, MT. Bull" said Bella, laying penny on the counter. And how ia Aunt Nancy to- day3 r,, ,.,, t,. ..ne .. nsu,,. Wouldn't you like to go in and zee her, ma am it would do her good"
 And me, .oo," thought Bella, who felt comforted somehow since she entered the little store. Yes, indeed" she said, aloud, as she followed the old man. Archie trotted after, nibbling at his mouse.
 In a chamber adjoining the kitchen lay the old woman propped up by pill lows. She would never walk another step but her hands were busy knitting stockings from morning till night, and the sale of these added considerable to their household store. Her sweet pale face was framed in silvery hair; there was an air of refinement about her that her husband lacked. Her eyes brightened at the sight of Bella, for the latter's good nature and sociable ways had made hel as great fayorite with the old couple as her little boy.
 "Dear Mrs. Arno, how glad I am tc see you And the darling baby too ' pressing a warm kiss on the uplifted mouth, with its impromptu mustache o chocolate and cream. Eraslng her salute in the manner peculiar to childhood, he followed his particular friend, "Uncle .Joe," into the store.
 Are you we'll, Mrs. Arno? You don't look so, said the old lady, after they had talked few moments.
 The tender sympathy in her voice fairly overcame poor Bella. She strug gled moment; then hiding her face on the bed, she broke into passion o tears.
 "Poor child, what is it?" asked the old woman, laying her hand on the bowed head.
 That gentle, motherly touch made Bella's tears flow the faster. It was some minutes before she could look up
 "It's too bad of me to trouble you, she said, "but she spoke so kindly. No body has spoken to me so since"
 "Poor child !" repeated the old wo man "tell me your troubles. Itll ease your heart, perhaps"
 Thus encouraged, Bella took heart and went through her story, not with. out many tears. The old woman cried with her.
 "That they should want to take your baby from you-that darling baby! don't wonder you felt heart-broken And so you thought the Lord had for. saken you An, you'll know Him better when you've lived as long as me, pool child p
 Yes, aunty, was wrong but l felt so discouraged. thought I had so many friends but when the time oi trouble cane"
 Bella's voice ialtered. The old woman lay silent, stroking the hand she held in hers.
 "And you want us to advise you ?' she said at last.
 "Yes, thought you might hear of something could do. don't sew nicely. Pm very sorry about that. But if there's anything else"
 "Poor dear lady! To think of your having to work for living! Why, you look as if breath would blow you over now"
 ooh, Pm stronger than you think. I can work" said Bella earnestly.
 The old woman reflected.
 "Pve plan in my mind," she said, looking up. "I wish I could think of something better for you; but-would you mind asking my husband to step here a moment, Mrs. Arno, please p What the "plan was will be shown hereafter.
 |" Yes, sir, I call it the firm of Bella and Baby, and I'd like to put it or. the sign. There's blcssin' follered us ever since they came into the house,
 Mir. Bull, or Uncle Joe," as he is generally called, leans forward in his chair, his eyes fixed affectionately on Bella. It is three years since we saw her last, but she looks little changed, ex- cent that the bloom has returned tO her