The central Presbyterian. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1856-1908, 1881-09-07
Florence at Home.

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standing before the glass tying the ends
of her lovely new sash and Carrie leaned
on her elbow and watched her for min
ute, then looked at nothing, and wished
that she was little more like Florence
She was pretty and bright, and every
body admired her. This very morning
she was going to do something so nice
In the next square was new family, Just
moved In; Florence had already become
acquainted with Weston, the fifteen year
old son, and invited him to attend Sab
bath-school, and he had laughed, declared
that ne didn't 60 to sabbath school very
often; but at last had agreed to call,
and be shown the way to church by
Florence.
L don't believe they are people who
90 to church much" Florence had said,
as she drew her long mitts with pleased
air, "but [ shouldn't be surprised if
could get him in the habit of going"
And then Carrie had sighed, and wished
that she could do anythimq; here she
had to stay poked in the house this beau
tiful day because she had sore throat;
she wss always getting sore Threats
=" That is all l can do" she told herself
dreariiy, "get sore throat, and swell
ed nose, and red eyes, and stay in the
house" Just then the door-bell rang,
and Master Weston's voice was heard in
the hall. Then was Florence in fut-
ter. Dear me there he is, and it is
time we were off, Where is my hand
kerchief? Carrie, haven't you seen my
handkerchief? You certainly must have
taken it; laid it right here. l do aoish
you could let things alonel Mamma.
have you seen my Quarterly? l thought
it was on the table; where can it be?
Oh, dear me, mamma, should think you
might help me find it. 1 hate to be late.
Oh, never mind my money, can take it
next Sabbath mamma, please don't keep
me waiting to get it shan t go at all if
have to wait much longer. Carrie Mar
shall, | know you tucked my handkerchief
somewhere. Mamma, qOont your please
let me go this minute? You seem to
just want to make me late I don't care
if my hair is too low down; it is Just the
way all the girls wear it. 1 wouldn't
have it flying around my face in the wild
way that Carrie does, for anything. Car
RE hand me that book, quick I shall
go distracted' Then rejoice to tell you
that she went out of the room, tripped
down the stairs, and was off.
Her invalid mother drew a relieved
sigh; wish Florence was not such an
excitable girl" she said, as she moved
about picking up many things that the
young miss in her hurry had sent flying
hither and thither. If she were a lit
tie more like you, dear, in some things,
should be glad"
Meantime Florence was tripping along
beside her new friend, as bright as the
morning itself Very anxious she was to
be help to him. She was a Christian
girl, and wanted to do good. 1t was not
by any means make believe" She told
him about their nice Sabbath school, what
a pleasant superintendent they had, what
a perfectly splendid teacher" she told
him about the young peoples prayer
meeting, and asked him to attend; and
with great sweetness and skill brought
her question around, until she fairly asked
him if he were Christian and said earn
estly, II am so sorry" when he told
her mo" Then she said few sweet,
earnest words, that ought to have done
him good, and wondered in her heart why
it was that he was simply polite in return,
showing not the slightest interest in the
subject.
If she could have looked into his
heart, she would have found just this:
" 1 wonder what this dainty little miss in
her pretty hat and frizzes would say if
she knew [ waited for her in the hall
while she left her room door open, and
talked to her mother and rrie'-who-
ever she is. The talk 1 heard then, and
the talk I'm hearing now, don t seem to
match. How am going to know which
she means?"
Poor Florence Her thoughtless, dis
respectful words at home that morning.
had spoiled the influence of her work
abroad And the worst of it was she
was SO used to being careless in this mat
ter, that she didn't suspect it. The
PanSy.
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