American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1878-03-16

closed his eyes. The morning sun crept
up and turned his curious face full upon
them Then, clip, clip, clip, went
through the long, dark, curled lashes
that the mother had kissed so many
times. Any mother must have scream
ed to see Marie cutting so recklessly.
If her hand had slipped, or Victor had
moved, never again might those deep,
dark eyes have looked on the worlds
beauty. But the little hand was guided,
it may be, by One who takes heed of the
sparrows as they fall. Now it was done !!
Sleeps angel pressed the mother close
in his arms, that she might not know
when, hand in hand, her children ran
off to the great house near the beach.
Lefty and Mr.. Kimball were at break
fast in cool, latticed room. Lefty was
dainty and fresh as the morning, in a
cool white wrapper, all ruffies and blue
ribbons. The table glittered with her
wedding gifts of china and silver. Her
husband was glancing over the paper.
Venus, the dusky maid, entered with
hot waf1les.
"Dere's two funny little French chill
dern AKIN for you, Miss Lefty she
said. Zone of 'em's got sompen wrap
ped up in a passed., dat he says he's
brung to you. Dunno what it is,
douten it's sof'-shell crab, - and Venus
giggled.
"Oh, it's my little French friends.
Send them in, Venus
The children came in, more pitiful-
looking than ever, in this lovely room.
Victor walked up to young Mrs. Kim
ball. ''Here are the eyelashes, - he
said, holding out bundle large enough
to hold an actors wig.
"What do you mean?' and Lefty
gave an amazed glance at the child's
face. "Oh, Adrian, see what this little
goose has done!"
I" You said you would give one hun
dred dollars for them," said Victor,
land here they are.''
Adrian burst into peal of laughter
as Lefty turned her perplexed face from
him to the child
What was your mother thinking of
to let you do such a crazy thing ?''~said
she, sharply.
"Mamma didn't know; but she said
she would give her eyes for one hundred
dollars-and there was nothing more to
eat" Here Victor, who had not looked
for such reception, broke into loud sobs,
in which he was Joined by Marie.
I" There, there, little ones, don't cry!''
said Lefty, the tears starting to her
own eyes. "Venus, bring plates for
the children. You shall take breakfast
with me, and then will go with you to
see your mother"
Mrs. Lorelli had just begun to wonder
where the children were when she
heard their voices. They rushed in,
talking both at once, and very fast.
Behind them was a gracious vision
beaming, pitiful face, wreatAed in gold
en- hair; light young figure that cross
ed the room and held out her hand to
the wondering woman, who, looking
into the gentle eyes, read there so sweet.
an assurance of sympathy and help,
that she could only weep, and kiss the
tender hand
The evil days were indeed at an end
for the Lorelli ia mily. Lefty discovered
that Mrs. Lorelli ha Il very pure French
accent, and that heI wn was very bad
so she enrolled herself as her pupil, and
was soon Joined by as many as the
French lady could teach She found, /
too, use for the heaps of undercloth-
ing that had been thought indispensable
to her trousseax, and were following,
in her trunks. 1t was very,
nice to give away, and Lefty could do
this so sweetly that the most sensitive
pride could not take offense. Further
more, Lefty give portion of her atten-
ton to Marie, and made her the neat
est little maid in all the town. Victor
was sent to school. He became prod
ICY at his books, though he was always
a dreamer, absent-minded and credu-
Ious.
But the greatest good, after all, was
to Lefty. Her ministrations did not end I
with the Lorelli family. She was like /
The man in the Eastern story, whose
eyes were anointed, and he opened /
hem upon the treasure of the genii.
A world was revealed to Lefty, rich in
precious opportunities for doing good.
Lefty has a treasure-box. Even in
her girlhood it held a precious coIIec-
ion-white stones to mark happy days,
pressed flowers given by loved hands,
Ter grandmother's wedding-ring, her
canary birds feathers. As the years
'rept by, dearer treasures were added;
| baby's curl, bit of a christening
ODE, husbands love-letter. But to-
lay, among them all, there is none she
ooks at more tenderly than little jew
[box that holds parcel wrapped in
liver paper, and bears on its outside
he label ''Dear Eyelashes % Youths
A Skunk-Tamer.