Orangeburg times. [volume] (Orangeburg Court House [S.C.]) 1877-1881, 1880-05-28
Written for the Orangeburg TINES
MAMIE.
By RUTH GOODLEY.
CHATTER !.

...-r+Ie WIS lew uayS before nankS-
: giving, when farmer Melton's wagon
.5stood ready loaded, before his door.
u DO hurry Lydie,' said the farmer,
we have fifteen miles to GO and the
horses are as impatient as am
3 You need not hurry me SO Joseph,
replied his wife, as she made her APP
pearancc with basket, bag, and
bundle.
What on earth are you going to do
with all those things!'
M Il am going to take them to those
who need them,' said Mrs. Melton.
'They are for old Mrs. Jenkins, and
cousin Kate's family. could not en-
joy Thanksgiving, if did not know
they had something good to eat.
Il think you have a good supply,
said Mr.. Melton.
Shame on you Joseph, to ,,rudge
those poor creatures the little take
themv
oh! they are welcome to it, only it
seems to me, you arc always giving
away something
Wei! you do not feel the loss, so
YOU need not grumblc.'
Come, get up said the farmer,
>and let's start, l know we shall be in
the night getting back
That will make no differences said
Mrs. Melton, we shall have moon
light, and she fixed herself comfort
able, and drew Il blanket over their
laps.
The air was cool and frosty, and
the sun was just sending its rays
over the tree tops.
The farm produce was to be sold in
Boston, and Thank supplies
purchased.
Mrs. Melton had some visiting to
do besides delivering the articles
she had brought, and it was late
when they started back.
We arc going to have real winter
weather, said Mrs. Melton, 'and am
sorry for cousin Kate. | do not think
she is able to keep up good fire.
asked her for one Of her little girls,
but she said she could not spare
either
What do YOU want with Il child:'
asked Mr.. Melton.
I would like SO much to have a
little girl to take care of, and
thought | would he helping her.
4 wonder what YOU will want
next! If YOU lived in Boston, YOU
would be going into all the obscure
streets, looking up the poor and
needy.
Nothing would give me greater
pleasure, said Mrs. Melton, than to
have the means to help the Lords
poor
Mrs. Melton was philanthropist,
although she scarcely understood the
meaning Of the word. She was al
ways seeking an opportunity to do
good, and word of comfort was al
ways ready for the distressed and un-
fortunate
Twilight had dccpcncd into night,
and the moon was flooding the earth
with her beams, when Mrs. Melton
noticed something lying under
tree by the roadside.
What do you think that is:' she
asked.
1T looks like Il bundle, or it may
he a stray sheep, and if it is, You
surely do not want to adopt it, said
Mr.. Melton.
Oh! do stop Joseph! l shall be
miserable if do not find out what it
is
The horses were rcincd in. and
Mrs. Melton descended She appro-
ached the object cautiously, and then
uttered an exclamation of surprise.
What have you found:' asked her
husband.
"A child, Joseph, poor little child
asleep. We cannot leave it here. we
must take it with us
Wake up my dear, said the good
woman, gently raising the child's
head.
The little one sat up, and looked
around in bewldered manner.
Whose child are you?' asked Mrs.
Melton.
Il am nobody's child now, ma am,
for mother is dead and she sobbcd
violently
Who takes care of youy
Nobody, ma am
'llow did you come here? and
where is your father
Father has been dead long time,
and was looking for the Orphan
Asylum, but could not find it, and
don't know where to 60
Well, tell me your name
Mamie, ma'am. Mamie Adams.
We'll, Lydia, it, seems like you have