The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1879-07-16


And If you will wander I'll tell it to you,
In words full Of rapture, SO earnest AID true.
Your heart unto mine will seem bound by
spell;
Come listen, the winds have story to tell
THREE PICTURE-MAKERS.
Christian Leader IN
''The pictures are beautiful, Davy
Just turn your head this way and look
at them.'
Beautiful Such pictures beautiful
If you we're half frozen to death, Hettie,
you'd see something beautiful said the
sick boy, Davy, in an irritable tone, as
turned his head-not "this way," as
his sister wanted him to, but the other
way, facing the wall-a bare, smoky wall
where there were M pictures to be seen.
'Do look this lay, please do" con
tinued Hettie. "You like pictures, and
you make very pretty ones yourself. Mr..
Bell told me, the. Other day, that your
drawings in your last winters drawing
book, were, many of them, worthy Of
Frame"
"a great deal he did" answered Davy,
in still irritable tone, but yet a tone
that showed he was fond of his school
teachers praise. T."
Yes, he positively did, and he said
more than that He saio hat you had
a decided genius for the pencil. He's
missed you, and is coming soon to see
you.;
"He'd better stay away from this
shanty,' replied Davy.
But this isn't shanty, Davie, said
Hettie, as she tried to smile and keep
her courage up"
II call any place a shanty," replied
| DavY, ''where the wind whistles in and
blows on fellows aching head, and
where all the wood that is burned is
green, and not much OF that. 1t wern't
sick, l wouldn't mind anything. I'd
stir around and earn money and fix up
this airy house, or get out of 1t into an
other. And wouldn't let green stick
come within a mile of the house; for if
there's anything that makes me angry,
1t is green wood. But here have to lie
and hear it boil, while the water drops
out of 1t, and see you blow and blow, as
if you really thong tyou could make 1t
burn. Oh, dear, how my head aches p
| why, the woods blazing at last.
Hear it roar: dried some OF it by the
fire, yesterday, and it's burning pretty
we'll, now. The room will soon be
warm, and that'll dissolve all the pictures.
Come, Davy, please look this way and
see the beautiful pictures made by Jack
Frost on the panes-trees, flowers and all
sorts of beautiful things''
| Davy turned his head on the pillow, as
! if ashamed to resist his sister any longer,
and for few minutes he seemed divert
ed by Jack Frost's pictures on glass
But he found it more in harmony with his
mood to look toward the wall, and. he
again turned his head on the pillow, and
began to talk about the 'shanty," and
poverty" and his 'sick head.':
You may look at the beautiful picture
maker as Jac~ Frost. I don't. It's all
we'll enough when he does his work on
rich peoples windows. They've no rea-
son to dislike him. He don't do them
any harm; but he's enough to drive two
orphan children like us crazy. f L were
only up and wellI'd take my knife and
! scratch off all his detestable pictures, for
they make me think Of the long, hard
winter that's before us, " it'll nobody to
help u.s.
''Davy," said Hettie, in motherly
tone, although she was the younger of
the two, 1--WE mustn't forget what moth
er told us before she went away. She
told us to take short views And now
we're looking ahead all the time into the
long winter. Mother told us something
else, toe, Davy," continued Hettie, and
her voice dropped into almost whisper,
as she thought of the mother stayed
with them as long as she could, and COM
forted them as we'll as she could before
she went away.
"Someway I don't like to talk about
mot err replied Davy; ''for I think if
we hadn't grown so poor she mi ght have
lived" 40, -
"But the last words she said were,
God Is good, and God Is your father
So know, Davy, that God must he good :;
and know, too, that God is our father.
Then we are no: orphans, you see.'
mo, I don't see. Oh, dear, how my
head aches! I tell you, Hettie, those
windows are dreadful. There isn't fire
enough here to touch them. What a
poor, crazy fellow I was, though, last
night. And who tno 8 1 IL keep straight
throughout the day? Where did you 90
yesterday afternoon?'
81 left you asleep, and thought I'd be
home before yon waked."
"But where did you go, Hattie?"
ooh, only on a little Grand and to get
the fresh air.
''Ah! "a little errand,' and to get the
fresh air. You can't dodge me, little sis.
You went all around, to every place you
could think of, to find work-sewing, no
doubt; and you didn't have thought of
eyes, did. Truly, now, 7 did; for
| l thought, as the wind BILE into my face,
what mother used to say about the air.
She always called it Gods air, and she
often used to say that God loved us, or
He would not give us such fine, sweet air
to breathe. The air revived me yester-
day, Davy, and something else revived
me, too. I'm going to embroider chair
for Mrs. Barber, unless she changes her
mind, and l don't think she WILL
en- sorry you'll have to work little
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