Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1879-06-13

name at home.
1t really seemed as If a food Of sun
shine and melody had entered the house
the minute that the sound of the CHEEKY
young voice was heard, calling out:
where is dear grandmaP'
Here, my pet" answered the old
lady, standing with outstretched arms
upon the first landing.
Soon she ran into the old LADY, room,
eagerly recounting the pleasures of her
summer sojourn. Did not the gray
eyes dance now, and did not the musi-
cal voice fill the dear room with joyP
81 see that you want me here, grand
ma" said the child, as her eyes glanced
quickly around the room, taking in at
a loving look the absence of her indus
trious fingers.
" An empty vase, grandma! It shall
be filed now with the sweetest flowers
every day; and puss, too, has lost her
pretty ribbon. But I'll set all to rights
in the twinkling of an eye."
1t is near dinner time, and eagerly
running to the front door, Lucy peeped
out through the blinds watching for
some one.
Z" He is herer and out darted the
child, to be clasped close to grandpa's
bosom.
Taking him by the hand, she hurried
him into the family-room, and seated
on his knee, Lucy's soft eyes rested
| with look of deepest love upon the
old mans face, and running her fingers
through his thin, gray locks, she said:
"You want your little hair-dresser,
grandpa, don't youP"
~ have wanted Heart's-ease all the
long summer, but would not have de-
prived my pet of her pleasure on any
account
Lucy's eyes are very busy at home
watching the dear old grandparents,
waiting on papa and mamma, equally
devoted to dear, teasing brother Tom.
All sorts of tricks did he play upon
sister Lucy, but she knew that beneath
all this bubbling up of boyish spirits
there was deep fountain of brotherly
love, and so the sweet eyes looked after
Toms books, bats, balls and kites,
warding off domestic discipline, sur
rounding him with her wings of love.
Tom had just made Lucy pie-lid and
played other tricks, and so the good
sister had some trouble in setting things
to rights before she could lay her head
upon her pillow, but next morning we
meet her preparing Toms lunch; exam
ining his school-casket, brushing up his
cap, and ready to meet him in the hall
with everything prepared by the dear
little hands.
"Lucy, you're brick after all. None
of the fellows at school have such a
sister," said the boy, with glistening
eyes.
Don't use such slang, Tom, it isn't
at all gentlemanly. Can't you say
good sister?"
Fudge! Lucy; brick expresses so
much more to us boys; good sister is
too much of the Miss Betsy for me.
| m only a schoolboy yet, and mean
to be that for some time to come"
With these words Tom was passing
out, but returning a moment, he said:
"Wait until the wild oats are all
ashamed of brother Tom, while he re-
members the dear eyes that are watch
ing him at home"
Throwing his arms around his sister
he snatched hasty kiss, saying BASH
fully
"Don't tell Dick Struthers; he makes
fun of boys that kiss their sisters"
Whistling a merry tune, he tripped
down the front steps, and Lucy with
light heart, prepared to set out for the
Institute.
What sweet, silent ministry the
dark eyes performed at Miss Dunbar's
school!
Watching the timid, encouraging
them with her kind looks and gentle
words, helping the dull ones, plying
the wayward, whose defiant looks often
fell beneath the eloquent appeals from
Lucy Reynolds dark gray eyes, some
time drowning the flash of anger and
pettishness in binding tears.
81 can't stand it," said Sarah West
one day to her friend, after fit of pas
sion.
"Stand what, Sarahr' was the reply.
"Lucy Reynolds looks. l would
rather have good scolding any day
from Miss Dunbar than one of those |
pitying looks; nothing proud, nothing
indignant, but such beseeching look |
that follows me to bed, and dream
about her at night, and then the looks |
are turned TO words, such tender, low
ing words, that am ashamed of my
bad temper whenever | look at her."
Matilda goes to the same school, and
one bleak, wintry day they are walking
home together when, suddenly, Lucy
ran across the street, saying hastily:
"Just wait one minute, Matilda"
The gray eyes had seen poor, shiv-
ering child crying bitterly on cellar
door,
"What is the matter, little grip"
said the plying voice.
81 am so cold and so tired; mother
sent me out TO sell matches. and had
sold twenty-five cents worth, but |
dropped my basket and my note, and |
am afraid that boy who helped me to
gather up my matches carried off my
note. U, dear! what shall do! for my
mother will beat me when get home"
"Poor little thingp' said Lucy as she
wiped her face with her own handker-
chief, saying at the same time, there
are twenty-five CENTS" taking out of
her portemonaie the note that grand
father had given her in the morning.
" God bless you, kind Miss" said the
child, kissing Lucy's hand; al can go
home now"
81 am going with you," was the
sweet answer, tears filling the dark
gray eyes.
Crossing the street, there was her
cousin still waiting.
Really, Lucy Reynolds, you are let
ting yourself down to beggars. Won
der you are not ashamed to be seen
talking to such an object"
Our Lord never passed such by, Ma
tilda, and / am going home with her,
so you need not wait"
The young girl tossed her proud
head and Lucy returned to the child
She lived buta few squares off, in one
of the narrow streets of the great city,