The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1879-06-25

them on the chilG's memory, and
to her they were ordinary things
But then1shc went on, he &C.
ciled that he would rather write
on Historical Parallels and he's
got a real good Grafton, and he
says it beautifully. He has said
it to me 4 great many times. |
most know it by heart. Oh 1t
begins so pretty and so grand.
This is the way it bcgins,' she
added, encouraged by the Interest
she must have seen in my 1aoo:
amid the pcrmutations and com
binations Of the actors and tho
forces which mako up the great
Kaleidoscope of history, we often
find that u turn OF Destiny's
hand'-
why, bless the baby thought,
looking down into her bright,
proud face. I can't describe how
very odd and selfish it did seem
to have those sonorous words
rolling out Of the smiling intantile
mouth.
Tho band, striking up, put an
end to the quotation and to the
condolences.
AS the exercises progressed,
and approached nearer the effort
on which ali her interest was con-
centrated, my little friend became
excited and restless. Her eyes
grew larger and brighter, two
deep.red spots glowed on her
checks. She touched up the flow
ers, mauifestly making the offer
ing ready for the shrine.
Now, it's his turn, she said,
turning to rae a face in which
pride and delight and anxiety
seemed about equally mingled.
But when the overture was played
through, and his name was called,
the child seemed, in her eager
ness, to forget me and all the
earth beside him. She rose to
her feet and leaned forward for a
better view of her beloved, as lie
mounted the speakers stand. l
knew by her deep breathing that
her heart was throbbing in her
throat. l knew too, by the way
her brother came up the steps
and to the front, that he was
trembling. The hands hung limp !;
his face was pallid, and the lips
blue as with cold. | felt anxious.
The child, too, seemed TO discern
that things were not we'll with
him. Something like fear showed
in her face.
He made an automatic bow.
Then bewildered, struggling
look came into his face, then a
helpless look, and then he stood
staring vacantly, like a SOM
nambulist, at the waiting au-
dience. The moment Of painful
suspense went by, and still he
stood as if struck dumb. saw
how it was; he had been seized
with q stage-fright.
Alas little sister She turned
her large, dismayed eyes upon me.
Hes forgotten it, she said. Then
u swift change came into her face ;
a strong determined look; and on
the funeral-like silence Of the room
broke the sweet, bravo, child
voice:
amid the permutatlons and
com binations Of the actors and
the forces which make up the
great Kaleidoscope Of history, we
often find that q turn Of Destiny's
hand'-
Every body about us turned and
looked. The brcathless silence
the sweet, childish voice the
childish face; the long, unchlld,
like words, produced a weird
effect.
But the help had come too late
the unhappy brother was already
staggering in humiliation from
the stage. The band quickly
struck up: aud waves Of lively
music were rolled out to cover the
defeat.
I gave the little sister a glance
in which | meant 70 show the IN
tense sympathy l felt; but she
did not see me. Her eyes, swim
ming with tears, were on he1
brothers face. [ put my arms
Ln, Che -uoS H.