Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-02-22

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that he should be handsomer than sht
believed she could make this boy.
jim finished eating and stood up.
James said the little wonan-fO,
) she was little woman. and a perfect
picture of lovable and loving little wo
man-''James, when you are hungry and
have nothing to eat, if you come to thi.
door l will feed you. 1 do not want yor
to go hungry"
81 should like to come, ma
''And if feed you when yap are hun
cry, will you not try to be gJ9l for my
sake?'
| The boy hung his head and considered
Some might have wondered that he did
not answer at once as grateful boy
ought; but Mrs. Walsh was deeper than
that. The lad was considering how he
must answer safely and truly.
''If they'd let me be good ma am, but
they WON'T" he said, at length.
"Will you try all you can?'
"Yes'm, I'll try all can"
Mrs. Walsh gave the lad small par
Gel of food in paper, and patted his
curly head. The boy had not shed tear
since the pain OF the wound had been as
suaged. Some mi aht have thought that
he was not grateful; but the little wo-
man could SEE the gratitude in the deep
er light of his eyes. The old crust was
not broken enough yet Tor tears.
Afterward Mrs. Walsh told her hus-
band what she had done, and he laughed
at her.
"Do you think, Mary. that your kind
ness can help that ragged wait2'
~ do not think it will hurt him,
SiIas."
1t was not the first time Mrs. Walsh
had delivered answers to the erudite
doctor which effectually stopped discus
| sion.
After that Jim came often to the door
and was fed and he became cleaner
and more orderly with each succeeding
visit. At length Mrs. Walsh was in
formed that friend was going away
into far Western country to take up
land, and make frontier farm. The
| thought occurred to he1 that this might
be a good opportunity for James Ammer-
ton. She saw her friend, and brought
James to his notice, and the result was,
the boy went away with the emlgrant ad-
venturer. And she heard from her friend
a year later that he liked the boy very
much. Two years later the emigrant
wrote that Jim was treasure. And Mrs.
Walsh showed the letter to her husband,
and he smiled and kissed his little wife,
and said he was glad.
And he had another source of gladness.
1 l. r.,
bust, healthy boy-their own son-who
gave promise of life and happiness IN the
time to come.
The years sped on, and James Am
merton dropped out of the life that
Mary Walsh knew. The last she heard
was five years after he went away from
Ellsworth, and Jim had then started for
the golden mountains on his eHn account
to commence in earnest his own life bat
tie.
But there was JOY and pride in the lit
tie woman's lite which held its place
and grew and strengthened. Her boy,
whom they called Philip, grew to be a
youth Of great promise-a bright, kind
hearted, good boy, whom every body
loved; and none loved him more than
did his parents. In fact, they worshipped
him; or, at least his mother did. At the
age of seventeen Philip Walsh entered
college, and at the age of twenty-one
graduated with honor; but the long and
severe study had taxed his system, and
he entered upon the stage OF manhood
not quite so strong in body as he should
have been. His mother saw it and was
anxious; his father saw it and decided
that he should have recreation and recu-
peration before he entered lntol active bus
ness. DR.. Walsh was not peculiarly
able to send his son off on an expensive
travel, but he found opportunity for his
engagement upon the staff of an explor-
ing expedition which would combine
healthful recreation with an equally
healthtul occupation.
The expedition was bound for the Wes-
tern wilderness, and we need not tell of
the parting between the mother and son.
She kissed him and blessed him; and
then hung upoa his neck with more kiss
es and then went away to her chamber
and cried
Philip wrote home often while on his
way out; and he wrote after he had
reached the wilderness. His accounts
were glowing and his health was improv-
ing. Three months of forest life and
forest labor, of which Philip wrote in
letter that had to be borne mort than
hundred miles to nearest post, and then
followed months of silence. Where was
Philip? Why did he not write2
One day DR.. Walsh came home pale
and faint, with newspaper crumpled
and crushed in his hand. Not 1mmedl-
ately, but byc-and-by, he was forced to
let his wife read what had been seen in
the paper. She read, and tell like one
MORALLY stricken. It was paper from a
far distant city, and it told the sad fate
of the exploring party under the charge
of Col. John Beauchampe, how they had
been attacked by an overpowering body
OF Indians, and how those not massacred
had been carried away captive.
Poor little woman! Poor DR.. Walsh!
But the mother suffered most. Her head,
already taking On its crown of silver, was
bowed in binding agony, and her heart
was well-nigh broken. The joy had gone
out of her life and thick darkness was
round about her.
And so half 2 wear nassed One Gay