Weekly Trinity journal., 1878-12-28
NUMBER 50.

writings were getting popular. Altogoth-
er, times were so much easier with me
that told the children that on Christ
mas Eve should take perfect rest, and
was at their disposal. 1t seems Mamie,
in her delight, told the doctor, and he
insisted we should all go with him to an
amateur concert that was to be given at
tho house of one OF his friends,
" You must wear the old gentlemanb
silk" said Mamie. tried to do the oc-
casien justice, and as my old friend sent
mo box of flowers that morning, had
no trouble in dressing beconingly-tes
roses clustering in the brown hair and at
my neck were ornament enough. wore
my furs tor it was cold, and besides
wanted to slip of my cloak, which, trutk
to tell, was not in the latest style.
The concert WAS u remarkably fine one.
She who sang in it is now at rest. Her
voice will never bear us up to the very
gates oil heaven, but has entered in, and
is now echoing through heaven ITSELF
Gulager's sweet notes, can ever forget
the bliss that seemed to flood our hearts
Song after seng came. had forgotten
where was-iorgotten to chat between
whiles with my escort, and sat wrapt in
tho thoughts that voice had stirred within
me, when, in the interval between the
first and second parts, l heard soma one
say, win you not introduce me | see
she wears your mothers furs, and | know
what that means"
Hush - said tho doctor. You ARE
quite mistaken. Don't talk of tho furs =,
please"
1t flashed across mo in moment
What fool had been Sc he sent the
tugs did not stir nor turn TO speak TO
him for moment or two. 1t last | ven-
tured to look. He was chatting with
Mamie, and his hands were crossed on
the top of his caac. know then where
had first seen him, and | know. too,
what fool | was. From that very even
ipg in the cur had loved him At first
had only felt how could love such
man but now-l loved the ownor of
those hands, and feeling how | loved
him, | dared not look at him, fearing my
eyes would tell him the secret OF my
heart. | don't know how managed TO
answer tho chidren's questions going
home, or how, even in the dark street,
could speak in my usual tone to him
but the children, at least, suspected moth
ing. We reached home, and when Ma
mic and Tom rushed up the stairs, l
fingered moment.
Doctor Lord" | said, 81 have made
discovery TO night. Instead OF having
only known you few months, met you
year ago to night, and you are"
My voice broke down, but two strong
arms were round me, and he added i,
"Y our old gentleman, darling, who
wants you to give him n Christmas pres
ont to morrow rather to night, if you
; only wll-pcoplo do give Christmas
presents on Christmas Eve. Darling"
and his hands-his strong hands--held
my face up toward his, can you give
; me yoLr own dear self 2"
That was the end, or rather il was the
; beginning, for | had to hear how he had
picked up my MS, and had resolved TO
bsfrend and help the girl whose face o I
unscfsh care Il quote Frank hero had
made such an impression upon him. HIS
mother had been Franks all in all, and
when, at her donth, hs had found the silk
dress and furs he had given her, with
= such pride, so carefully treasured up, he
could not bear either to give thom away
or to lot them lie useless.
, at was only when i fouRd true
woman struggling against adverse cir
cumstances," he said, that l could fee
my gift TO mother was doing real work
, for good"
Mamie goes to school, Tom supports
himself, but lives with us, and am Mrs
Doctor Lord, and, now that don't need
it, am requested to write Christmas
story.