The Plymouth Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1878-1901, 1879-02-06
Eyes Open.

goods merchant, on Market street, as
she busted her mantle OF porcelain
and marble on Monday morning,
that he who wanted to do good
must be on the constant lookout for
opportunities; that God does not find
out our work, and bring 1t ready fit
ted and prepared to our hand; but he
spreads the world before US, and We
are able to walk through it as Christ
and his disciples did, with eyes open,
looking for the sick and suffering, the
poor and oppressed"
Now, l am certain" said the lady,
as she replaced a marble dial in the
centre OF the mantle, II should like
to do somo good every day-one feels
so much better when they go to rest
at night: and I'll just keep my eyes
open to-day, and see il come across
any opportunities that under ordina-
ry circumstances should let Slip"
Half an hour later Mrs. Beach was
in the nusrery with the washerwom-
an, who had come 'or the clothes.
II wish, Mrs. Simms," said she, as
she heaped the soiled linen into the
basket, "that you would get Tommy's
aprons ready for me by Wednesday;
we are going out Of town to remain
until Saturday. and 1 shall want
good supply on hand for such care-
less little scamp as he is."
"well I'll try. ma'am." said the
washer woman. 1--WE got behind
hand a good deal since Sammy got
the whooping cough; but now he is
better, l must try and make up for
lost time."
HAS he had the whooping cough?
Poor little fellowl How old Is hep"
questioned the lady.
He was three last April, ma'am."
"And Tom 10 four" mused the lady.
Look here. Mrs. Simms, won't you
Just open the lower drawer Of that
bureau and take out those four green
worsted dresses in tho corner? Toms
O, ,ltgrown them, since last winter, but
they are almost as good as new. Now.
il you want them for little Sammy
they'll do nicely without altering, /
thiak."
Want them, Mrs. Beach! answered
the washerwoman. with tears start
ing into her dim eyes, II haven't any
words to to tell you what treasure
they'll be. Why, they'll keep the lit
tie fellow as warm as toast all win
I ter"
"well, Til place them on top Of the
Clothes" said the lady to herself, as
she thought, MY eyes have been
opened once to-day"
Not long afterward Mrs. Beach was
on her way to marke:-for she was a
notable housekeeper she met
a boy who had lived short time In
her family the year before, to do er.
rands, wait on the door, etc. He was
a bright, od-hearted. merry-faced
boy, and had been a great favorite
with the family, and Mrs. Beach had
become interested in him; but this
morning she was In quite a hurry
and would have passed the child
with cordial but hasty "How are
you Joseph. my boy? Do come anc
see us," had it not struck her thai
Joseph's fnce did not bear its usua
happy expression. She paused al
the memory OF last nights sermon
flashed through her mind. and she
asked. rs anything the matter will
you Joseph?"
The boy looked up moment, with
half confiding expression into th'
lady's face; the latter triumphed
~Mr. Anderson moved out Of town" h'
said, pushing back his worn but neat
ly brushed cap fsom his hair. $50 Pv,
lost my place, and little Mary's sick
and that makes it very bad just now.
$50 it does" answered Mrs. Beach
r her sympathies warmly enlisted. Blu
J never mind. Joseph. I remember
, only night before last, my brothe
said he would want new errand bo,
In a few days for his store, and b.
would give a good one two dollars
week. Now, I'll see him to-day, an
get the situation for you II you like.
The boys face frightened: 20.
! should be 40 glad OF it, Mrs. Beach !
And you see Joseph, / am goinl
to market, and perhaps l can fin
something nice for little Mary" Tn
lady remembered that Joseph's moth
: or, though poor seamstress, was
very proud woman, and that thi
= would be q delicate way OF present
). ing a gift.
So she found some delicate pear
: and grapes and a nice chicken I
make some broth for Mary. who. a
C she learned, was Ill with fever, befor
Q she proceeded to do her own market
% Ing. But 1t was a pity that the lad
= did not see Joseph. as he sprsag int
. the chamber where little Mary Ia
l. wearily moaning on her bed. whil
e her mother sat busily stitching in on
b corner. and held up the chicken an
70 fruit, crying, good newsl I've gc
% all these things for Mary, and plac