The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1878-07-06

"ln 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 tired to comfort her she
would say:
"' But oh! why, mamma, do YOU
suppose the dear God didn't make me
tall and in shape like all the other
children and then looking SO mourn
fully into her mothers face she would
add: Just think, mamma, shall never
be grown-up girl, but always poor
wee deformed Fay
" But now 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 90 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 the
| 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 interested in what she saw that
she had not noticed poor, ragged and
dirty boy who had his stand beside her,
and was gazing very earnestly at her.
lie was truly boy of the streets:
not, perhaps, wicked one, but whose
eyes looked mischevious, 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 looking 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.
cat last she turned suddenly, as if
she felt that she was being watched,
and seeing the boy at her side, looking
at her earnestly, she asked in her sweet
voice:
"'W Why do you look at me so, poor
boyP'
g For amoment 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
answered:
go 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 1
thought inside that place up there
(pointing to Fay's poor little back was
where you kept your wings, only that
YOU got 'em folded up jest now
"Little Fay had been made happier
by that poor boys 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 go, 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 l
was an angel, only that my wings were
folded up; and the recollection never
failed to bring a 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 an angel, and that she will never
have any need to fold them"
Auntie," said May, as l finished,
g | mean to tell that to teacher, and ask
her to tell it to the scholars, and per-
haps it will make Jim Plummer real
sorry cause he spoke to Archie, and
all the rest of the children kind to
everybody who amt well and strong,
and whole like themselves. 1.-THE
Golden Rule.