The weekly Floridian. [volume] (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1867-19??, 1881-08-23

light Of their eyes from their sight and
left their dearest in her lonely bed Helen
stood like statue until the mound vas
heaped. Thea every mothers instincs
seemed to draw her down, and she fell On
it in . deep svoon.
In = few days Rob carried her to her
own mother, in whose household chroni-
cles such loss had more than once been
written, and together they mingled their
tears.
That autumn Miss Ray came to speud
a week in the city. Miss Ray was forty.
Her attire was in good taste, but it hung
sharply of her angles, as is the treacher-
Gus wont of old maids clothes; and it
had another fault ascribed to that order
extreme neatness. She was thin, her
hair was threaded with gray, and her
features were not beautiful but on her
brow dwelt peace, and love shOne from
her eyes
Miss Ray was one of the few mortals
who know all the three chords of the An
gels Song. We are willing to ascribe
glory to God in the highest" and con-
tent that there should be apeace on
earth )" but who practices "good will
towards men?" She did. She had the
love of philanthropist for man in the mass,
but an individual love for each one as for
brother or sister. The outgrowth was
quaint enough, but if you laughed first
the tears of admiration FASTENED after.
She always mended torn bills because
she never forgot the distress in poor
woman's eyes when her tattered money
was refused in the shop, and her own
modest means, promptly rendered, were
insufficient. Her course through the vii
lage street was devious one, because of
the peelings, the broken glass, the rusty
nails she gathered and put into the gut
ter. The child we have all met crying
because he has lost the money for bread
or broken the milk pitcher, was always
consoled by her, and gazed after the dear,
slim figure, with relief shining through
his tears, the assuaging coin clutched
tightly in his fingers. Old men found
their empty tobacco canister mysteriOusIy
repfenished Old women found the shawl
they had coveted with the desire of the
moth for the STAR" waiting in the drawer
to be worn on Christmas morning. Tired
washerwomen were cheered by the pack
age of tea that appeared on their table
when they lit their late lamp after a hard
day out, and as they slipped the steaming
brew and felt revivication steal through
their veins they gave up the conundrum
Who brought it +? in placid satisfaction.
The lank boy gazing into the confection-
er's window, the forlorn girl fixing wist-
full eyes on the doll in the toy-shop, had
the treasures suddenly put into their
hands, Her eyes "grew tender over
drowning iies," and she duly fshed them
out and laid them in the sun to dry.
How she has stopped dog fights, tending
the lame warriors on both sides; how she
has snatched kittens from the very jaws of
the puppy, cannot be told! If you sur
prised her in these deeds she blushed like
. girl caught writing love letter. Her
steps were as noiseless and benifcent as
an angels.
Her friend took her driving to the
cemetery one morning. and they wan
dered through the tranquil garden of
the dead. They came upon a tiny red
mound. Poor Mrs. Roy's little girl -
said her friend. "She was buried week
ago, and hear the mothers grief wss
terrible, /" and she went on to speak Of it.
"POor thing! Poor young thing!T
said Miss Ray, with sympathetic tears
rising. Il wish could do something for
her!'' Then she considered. Presently
her face frightened; she put her hand in
her pocket, took out her porsDso'anGie, and
extracted therefrom tiny package
marked V1oIa 7ricolor She borrowed .
trowel from man at work near by, and
soon had sown the little grave with seed,
and deity covered them
"There !" she said, with long breath
of satisfaction. "Poor young mother"
Rob Roy passed lonely, anxious win
ter Helen was taken with diphtheria.
She was not very i'll, but the doctor urged
care and watching, 50 Rob Roy left her
with her mother He spent every Sun
day with her, and several days at Christ
mastide, when, doubt not they kept the
birth-night of the holy child, with smiles
and tears. We pitied him in his solitary
life. We looked At the one light At night
and the darkened nursery window, and
sighed as we remembered six months
ago.
But one day in early Spring, when the
gentle airs were blowing the vapor about
the soft sky, and flowers we're thrusting
their gay young heads above che black
earth, Rob stopped under cur balcony and
lifted his glad face to say he was going
for Helen to-moFrow.
/ So she came back even sweeser than
before, with the mourning dress and herself
less bearing of her cross. She took up