Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-07-13

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pride, she raised her head and shook it
almost disdainfully, as she added, "Nev-#
er! never! I'll work, and so will Davy,
as soon as he is we'll; and we'll earn
enough to support us. For God is good !;
God is your Father"
But when Davy walked he was restless
and wild with fever.
"Whew! whew!'', he exclaimed, as he
opened his eyes and looked around him.
"Plenty of dry wood on now. No
green wood here. Cracks all stopped up,
too. Hot house!''
Its cold enough here" thought Het-
tie. ''The green wood don't half burn.
Poor, boy his fever has come on again.
clay me out in snow-drift!" ex.
claimed Davy after few minutes quite.
"Come little sister, be quick, Raise the
window and put me out. Moved into
a frey furnace, haven't you? Yes, yes green
wood all gone
Davy's fever went off gradually, and
when it was time to light a lamp he
had grown cool and seemed himself
again; but all through the day he talked
much about Jack Frost and his ssdreadful
pictures" and about getting down so
low that there was no getting up again .
Hetty did not go up to her bed that
night until Davy was quiet In his; and
then she lay down not to sleep. Her
brother was breathing as if in refreshing
sleep; but in the darkness she was paint
ing a pictu1e-a picture that had all
bright and pleasant things both in the
background. At las. she fell asleep,
repeating to herself, "God is good God is
your father L
In the morning Davy was much better;
and when she had given him his break
fast, and made everything around him
as comfortable as she could, she told him
that she, as we'll as Jack Frost, could
make pictures that she had been at
work on one the night before, while
he was asleep.
"And what have you been painting
little sister?' replied Davy. A'I think [
know. You've been painting chariot,
with you and me in it, drawn through
the air by six milk white horses. That's
what you've been at. I know you.'
S'Ihat wasn't my painting" remarked
Hetty, half-playfully, half-tenderly, CAT
ter put out my light and was in bed,
said to myself, "God is good. God is
your Father and that Dayy helped me
to paint my picture. But there isn't any
chariot in 1t, nor even one horse, of any
color. Only pleasant little home, with
warm fires, and bright lights, and plenty
OF work for you and me to do
eve don't want to be rich, you know .
added Hetty, very demurely and sagely
for girl of fifteen; sssfor riches are dan
gerous. And if they were not, they have
way, sometimes, of using their wings
just as birds do'
"Did you leave the green wood out OF
your picture, Hetty?''
eyes, and the green kindlings, too. and
the smoky chimney for you see painted
picture of things as they're going to be
and not as they are now.'
While Hetty was telling Davy all about
her picture; she forgot everything else,
and the fire went out.
"Well, this will never do" she said.
ito sit here and talk about pictures and
shiver with the cold. TIL run out and
see if | can't pick up something dry to
start a fire."
Hetty took a basket and went out, sing
ing as 1nerrily as bird. Her picture
was before hereyes all the time, and she
couldn't help singing. But she found ii
no easy matter to fill her basket with
what she wanted. There was nothing div
to be found, and she turned to go back
into the house. when she heard a pleas.
ant, CHEEKY voice. She looked up and
saw man shingling the roof of a house
near by.
"Hard finding anything but dirt and
! stones there, my little MISS he said,
"but just wait a minute while throw
you down a bunch of these old shingles q
ooh, thank you, sir; thank you
They'll start my green wood, know
"Green wood? Bless your soul, YOU
don't use green wood, do you9 Can't
your father earn something better than
that?"
Il have no father here. He's gone to
the better county,"
"Ah! excuse me, miss. And does your
mother find it hard work to get on
alone?"
"she's gone where he is, and nv
brother Davy and I are keeping house
alone.n
"Bad! bad! But don't get down.
hearted, little MISS Jonah Kemp would
like to help you if you'll put up with his
rough ways. He's been a seal Captain all
his life, and he sometimes hurts peoples
feelings before he knows it. I'm sorry
child, that your father and mother are
both gone"
"Iou haven't hurt my feelings, sir, re.
piled Hettie. els your name Jonah
Kemp?'' .1'
eyes, miss, that's my name. A queer
name isn't it? But I'm no relation tc
that Jonah that ran away. So you and
the brother live all alone in that houses
And are you comfortable!n
naNOt as comfortable as we will be by
and by" :
"What makes you say that my little
dear? Has anybody left you money!"
mo, sir. But my mothers last words
were, God is good. God is your father :
said Hettie, in low, tender voice. that
went straight to Jonah Kemp's heart. He
wiped his eyes on his coat sleeve, and the
sound Of his hammer was still.
You shall have all the old shingles
from the roof for kindlings,D he said.
';I've got an old horse that thinks lust as
do, and he'll be happy to draw them all
into your yard tomorrow; and when he's
done his part I'll do mine. I'll throw
them into your shed. I'll bring you some
dry wood, too, for I own whole wood
lot. I'm a seal Captain, and we fellows
are pretty rough sometimes. But you be-
lieve in God, I see, and so do |. And I
don't want him to tell me, when He
comes to settle with me- that I was I'm.