The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1881-03-05

more. ] suppose we were al a ia,
jealous, because she really did lowe
these new people so much, and tS I've
took so much pains with her, teacS;s hey
her little cunning ways and pretty say
ings; and l must say they were m Oay.
Judicious, never giving her sweet thin~ss
to make her sick, or letting her taeos
cold. So, for the hundredlh Tina A :
rolled little Dudu up and KISSING - l
goodbye, sent her of, to act her nart i os
borrowed baby. IA - r''''S
When John came home to dinner ora
found the baby gone again he was inS s
as angry as could be. just
"Why can't they get baby of their
own, and not always be borrowing
ours" he said, Grossly. "They coniS
go over to the Asylum and take their
pick of babies"
"But not like ours, john" I said
quickly.
"Well, no, of course not; but don't
propose to have strangers. going halves
with our baby. Besides l won't have
them teaching that child any more non.
sense of the religious sort, and thew
may as well know it; when thew brine
her back this time you may as well SET.
tie it up once for all.''
forgot to say that John and were
both free-thinkers and did not 90 to
church or subscribe to any of the relic.
ious beliefs to which we had been ed1.
Gated We had both graduated in a
brilliant intellectual school, utterly de-.
void of the foolish superstitions of any
religious faith, and we intended Ia
bring up our child in the same severely
moral atmosphere. 1t did not once
occur to us that ours was the strength
of youth and presumption, or that our
ignorance could pull down in a day
what knowledge had been thousand
years building. We felt that we were
sufficient to ourselves, and our child.
The baby came home She was
nearly three years old, but, after all,
only baby, and as took her from the
girl said:
"We won't be able to lend the baby
any more, Mary; her papa and [ both
think it isn't good plan, and we can
not possibly do without her; the house
is too lonely. Tell your mistress so
Will my compliments.
I'm sorry, ma am" said the girl.
because we all loves lutte Dudu so
much, and she's real sweet. She can
sing Jesus Loves Me- all through, and
not miss word"
"Superstition" 1 exclaimed, angrily,
"tell your mistress for me that / do
not wish my child to learn those sense
less hymns. | do not believe them, nor
do intend that she shall"
Mot believe them" gasped the
girl: Why, you amt heather, be
you?'
l dismissed her CURLY, and when
John came home told him of the mes
sage had sent. ...s
THAT is right, little woman! !
guess we know enough to take care of
this little blossom, hey wee Willie Win
kie, don't wep''
somehow just then an old forgot
ten text flashed through my mind,
my grace is sufficient for thee" and
it ran up and down the garnet of my
thought all the evening. When 1 put
Dudu to bed l noticed that her hands
were hot and her eyes seemed heavy.
There was lots of diphtheria in the
place, but she had not been exposed to
it in any possible manner, our pa;eb-
bors who borrowed the baby being as
afraid of it as we were, for that was
why no baby was in their home.
Oh, that dreadful time, | cannot re-
call it now-the days-hardly more
than day-of anguish; that awful
suffering and the end, the parched lips
and the fever-bright eyes--the awful
realism of death. and not one hope,
one word of comfort, only the cruel,
dreary, unlighted grave that yawned
for our darling! ''.l
just at the last there was moments
peace. 1t was not on us that her last
look fell. We turned to see who or
what she saw, and there stood our
neighbor over the way, whom she, at
least, sweet darling, loved as herself,
and then she lifted the weary little
hands, and glad look of recognition
was in the wan face, and we all heard
the last broken words as they fell in
awful distinctness from the baby lips:
"Desus loves me, dis l know"
Yes. they sang it at her funeral, for
we buried her with no heather rites.
and some good man prefaced few con-
soling words with the text. "My grace
is sufficient for thee" but oh! the ten
der melody of the child voices that sung
above her: .s-
Jesus loves me this I know,
For the Bible tells me so;
Little ones TO Him belong,
We are weak but He is strong"
And when it was all over, and only
the memory remained of so much beau
ty and sweetness. and our hearts were
going back to the dust and ashes of I'M
belief, our good neighbor came like an
evangelist, and giving us of her own
brave Christian strength, gained at the
foot of the cross. said wisely, "Be con-
tent; God has only borrowed the baby"
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Wise Sayings. Bt
CHRISTIANITY is its own best evi.
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