The Canton advocate. [volume] (Canton, D.T. [S.D.]) 1877-1897, 1878-06-04

pair of ponies, they would take her to
the hill to watch the merry coasters,
while at the pond where the skaters were,
there was many a good-natnred quarrel
among the boys to know who should be
the one to push Fay's sleigh over the ice.
In fact, she shared, as far as she could,
all their sports; for the children loved
her very dearly, and tried to make her
forget how unlike them she was. But
sometimes poor Fay would get sad in
spite of all she could do, and many times
did her mamma find her hidden away
from sight, crying, oh, SO bitterly, and
when she tried to comfort her, she would
say: H.. t....f stf4 ....-. nj ..... a.
"But, oh, why, mamma, do you sup
pose the dear God didn't make me tall,
and in shape, like all the other chill
dren," and then looking so moumfully
into her mothers face she would add,
"just think, mamma, l shall never be
grown up girl, but always poor wee de-
formed Fay"
But now I am coming to something
very pleasant that happened to Fay one
day while she was visiting her auntie in
Boston, the lady who told me the story,
and who said every word of it was true.
She was weary of staying in the house,
and so had obtained permission of her
auntie to 60 to store near by and look
at some pictures there. ,.....,
She was dressed as she always was, in
pure white, her dress being made to hide
as much as possible her poor little back,
while over it hung her beautiful curls,
making the most lovely mantle you
could think Of She had tied on at
starting white lace hat, but the wind
had blown it back, so that he sweet face
was in full view. She was stopping to
look at the window Of the store she was
about to enter, and was SO much inter
ested in what she saw, that she had not
noticed a poor, ragged and dirty boy
who had taken his stand beside her, and
was gazing very earnestly at her. -...
He was truly boy of the streets, not
perhaps a wicked one, but whose eyes
looked mischievous, and as though at
times their owner could say some pretty
saucy things. But there was nothing
of that about him now. He simply
stood and looked at Fay as if he was
almost afraid of her, and yet as though
he could not take his eyes from her if he
would.
At last he turned suddenly, as if she
felt that she was being watched, and
seeing the boy at her side looking at her
so earnestly, she asked, in her sweet
voice:
"Why do you look at me SO, poor
boy"
For moment he did not speak; then,
hesitatingly, he reached out and touched
her white dress very gently, and asked
in almost a whisper:
"Say, BE you an angelo
With one of her bright smiles, she an
swered:
"Oh, no indeed; Pm just like you,--a
child of this earth"
'But," said the boy, "your face is JUST
like them pictures Of angels, and |
thought inside that place up there
pointing to Fay's poor little back "was
where you kept your wings, only that
you'd got 'em FOLDED UP jest now
Little Fay had been made happier by
that poor hoys thought than the sight Of
any pictures could make her, and only
stopping long enough to say, "God bless
you, poor boy, for telling me that" she
ran home as fast as she could 60 to tell
her auntie about it; and when, in the
months that followed, she would at
times get very sad in thinking Of her
poor body, she would suddenly brighten
up, and say to her mother:
"Well, never, mind, mamma, there is
one boy in the world who thought was
an angel, only that my wings were folded
up" and the recollection never failed to
bring smile to her face. And those
who know and love her have no doubt
that some day her dear Heavenly Father
will give her the beautiful wings of al
angel, and that she will never have any
need to fold them.
"Aunte," said May, as l finished, 81
mean to tell that to teacher, and ask her
to tell it to the scholars, and perhaps it
will make Jim Plummer real sorry cause
he spoke SO to Archie; and all the rest of
the children kind to everybody who amt
well, and strong, and whole like them
selves" -The Golden Rule.