Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1878-04-17

lv wen, We no time to puzzle my brains t
at ma title TO suit the progressive females
;? either mothers or babies, said Mr.. True
a man.
Ihere, little one, 90 right in ther
h through that door. and sit down by the fire
le 1t IS dreadful cold and damp here. Yol
Al VIII see the master in that little room
Is back But don't go near him if he i
1fl writing; wait until he comes to YOU. ant
II then ask him. Don't be afraid, he s no
+. cross! Poor child! Poor baby There is III,
v best place for her. If he don't let her hay,
k the papers he'll do better for her. He,
J. always kind to children. Indeed it is
d hard for him to say no any time, Mr.
. Trueman said, rs he closed the door aftp,
y little Ray.
# Oh my! amt it nice in herep Decd it's
jolly! the shivering child said, in II low
h well satisfied tone, rs she approached the
brightly burning fire in the open crate.
!. As she stood rubbing her hands. and
n holding out first one then the other little
: loot to warm, she peeped through the
e inner door to get a glimpse at the master.
D On, M not a bit afraid of him he is SO
, nice. oh, he's beautiful Ray said
Everything Ray liked was nice and
beautiful.
| wish looked nice she said.
, Then the little old hood was pushed
back and off, for Ray knew we'll enough
that the bright, golden head was more
? pleasing sight than the ugly brown cover
ing. With a glance down at the old shoes,
through which the little toes were peep.
ing, the bright face was clouded for an in
slant only. Down on the carpet RAY sat,
and from the black shawl tore little piece
and tucked it in the opening over the little
toes The other shoe was dealt with like
WISE Then, with nod of approval, Ray
leaned her little head back against the
wall to wait the masters coming.
Soon the heavy y-fringed eyelds began to
droop; Il few minutes more and Raw was
in dreamland.
Truly the little girl was right, she need
not fear the master.
A very handsome man was the editor,
Mr.. Forrest. At first, lie might be sup
posed over sixty years: but on closer in
spection one sees that it is the wealth Of
silvery hair thrown off the noble brow that
gives him the appearance of greater age
Great sorrow or severe pain must have
suddenly bleached those locks, which must
have been raven, Judging from the very
dark eyes.
Glorious eyes they are which, us he rails
es them from the paper, are, at times,
flashing, piercing, burning with inspira-
ton, and again growing soft, gentle and
full Of tenderness.
Truly his heart must be in his work.
He is writing plea for the poor children
in our city. The world called Mr.. Forrest
very successful man. Aye, he had gain
ed wealth and considerable fame, but he
was far from being happy man. His
magnificent home was lonely and dreary. |
He had his own sorrows Early in life, in |
the first bloom of welded bliss, he had
lost his wife. Never had he given her
place, either in his heart or home, 10 |
another. To her child, his little daughter, |
he gave all the love he could give to any |
one on earth, and she, in return, was Il
loving. devoted daughter, until into her
soul there grew another and II different
love.
Listening neither to the antreaties, per-
suasions nor commands of her father, she
fled from him. He had never seen her
since, although ten years had passed since
then. Every letter attempting reconcil-
iation, had been returned unopened.
1t was u terrible blow 10 her father His
plans had been very bright for the future
of his,clild; his ambition the highest.
The young man for whose love his child
had rsked everything, was a protege of his
own--one in whom, discovering much tall
ent, the editor had elevated from an office
boy to one after another position of higher
grade, greater responsibility. Having
real affection for the young man, he was
willing to give him anything but his beau
tiful daughter.
Rapidly the editors pen flew over the
paper; on and on he wrote, and on slept
little Ray s
At length his task was ended, the pen
thrown down, and with sigh of relief he s
sank into his chair.
Ihere-that will do, | think, he said. | {
hope, believe this will find an echo, an
answering chord in many hearts. t
Bless me! where did this little waf c
come from? exclaimed Mr.. Forrest, II few |
AFTER rs he stood bending over '
the sleeping child. Really, now, this is
coming home to one, and good chance to
practice my own preaching. Poor little one $
There was something about that little T T
head, with its wealth of golden waves, !,
hat deeply touched his heart and carried
lim back long years gone by, when Just
such II bright, beautiful head nestled close "
% his own, and slept upon his breast. II
STOPPING, he passed his hand gently over y
he soft curls, and pushed them off from :,
he fair white brow.
With Il startled expression the blue eyes "
opened, and Ray, waking from her happy
lream exclaimed:
Oh, thank you, thank you, sir. You are !,
% kind, ST. beautiful. Oh, my. amt they !,
licnl u
Thanks for what, my child? I've given 9
'ou nothing. You must have been dream Il Il
ne, Mr.. Forrest said. drawing Ray close ~ ~
reside him. T.
Have [? Yes, know now Bnt am 81
ure know you. Didn't you know mep
The bright little face was lifted to his
milling and confident. L
Waiting my coming, she fell asleep and e'
reamed of me SO wildly she feels rs if Oh
he knows me. Well. well, l will do the
est | can for you. | suppose Trueman al
ent her here, Mr.. Forrest thought
Well, little one, what must | do for m
on? what give you? he asked. TO
Oh, you have given me so much Ray
egan saying, the dream still filling her hf
lind. Oh, forgot; want some papers ca
} sell, please, sir. The gentleman said |
lust come to you. ISL
Oh, dear, this is dreadful. Little girls 1t.
o not run about the streets and sell pa
ers. Where are your parents, child, and n.
hat is your name? III
Papa is most-dead-dreadfu sick
nd mamma has no money. want to get Ia
oney for to buy medicine and bread
ay is my name. No, mamma calls me IN
}, but Rachel is my right name. For my
amma's mamma I'm named. Can't i as
ave the papersp llf
Your other name.-your fathers, chido
ell me? Mr., Forrest asked quickly. AN
Ashton-Ilarry Ashton, Ray answered sp
W, frightened by his strange and stern =,
anncr. thi
Gaeat Heavens! exclaimed Mr.. Forrest
arting back from the clinging hand of TN
ny.
Don be mad, please don't, she said me
Child, tell me truly, who sent you here Cal
for surely you were sent.