News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1882-07-13

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SIT was Mr.. Wen'ver." she said soft.
ly, "as give 'em to me-"
"Mr. Wen'ver?" repeated Millicent
in puzzled way,
The child nodded. ''I've got his
name here on a card he Civ me-" and
she brought out one of the little Sunday
school picture cards in which children
everywhere take such mysterious de-
light. Millicent took it curiously from
her hold. On the back, in his familiar,
manly hand, were the words, "John
Wendover.
"Why, Katie, exclaimed Miss Bruen,
show did you ever know Mr.. Wend-
over ?"
She shook her head vaguely. In her
eyes was far-off, uncertain look.
81 don't know, miss" she said, 'T
guess the Lord sent him. He came into
Bridget Moneys house one day
that's the first house from Avenue c.
and wanted to know where the Widder
Finnegan and her six children lived,
and Bridget sent him to our tiniment.
1t was just the time, miss, as Wikey
was sick with the fever, and Mr..
Wen'ver he nussed him through. If it
weren't for Mr.. Wen'ver, guess Mikey
would ba' been an angel f, re this. It's
Mikey as says the Lord sent him."
But Millicent knew, if the child did
not, what had sent Jack to the widow.
It was the Lo1d, no doubt, but the
Lord had seen fit to send the message
through herself. She felt humbled and
convicted, not only that he should be
taking up what was certainly her own
unfulflled duty, but that he was doing
it for love of her.
"Mr. Wendover's good man, Katie"
she said, softly.
The child nodded. "He's the best
man in all the world" she declared.
L" M other says he makes her think of
Samson, 'cause he's so strong; and
Mikey says he's like Solomon, cause he
knows so much but 1 never think of
him, Miss, without thinking "-she hesi-
tated for an instant.
"W ithout thinking of what, dear ?"
The child's great eyes looked up with
an awed expression: the thin little voice
sank to a reverent whisper
"Without thinking, Miss-of the
Lord Jesus"
For an instant Millicent's heart stood
still. Was it not shockingly irreligious
Ought not the child to be rebuked
But before Millicent could command
words Katie had gone on:
"Cause you know" she said, "he's
alters goin' about doin' good. Your
folks don't know of it. He amt the
kind as goes round blabbin' what they
does; but t day you'll find him in Mrs.
Raferty's, and t. morrer in Mrs.
Rourke's and the next day at the
Kittendorfs'; and its tay he'll be bringin'
'em one day and the rint he'll be payin'
the next, and last week when the praste
wouldn't bury Mrs. Muldoon's husband,
cause he pizened hisself, it was Mr..
Wen yer as read the sarvice and paid
for the buryin % The child's tongue
was now fairly loosed. "And then, Miss,
when every Sunday comes there's
little top room over where Mrs. Mooney
lives, and us children all goes there and
Mr.. Wen'ver he comes and teaches us,
and he's fixed it up that nice There's
a melojeon, and some chromos, and
three or four tixts; and we sings songs,
and Mr.. Wen'ver he plays ON the
melojeon, and he reads us out of the
Bible all about David and Collar, and
Jonah and the whale, and the Lord
Jesus too, and tells us what it all means.
And oh, Miss Broom what dyer think
He's goin' to take us on picnic!''
By this time Millicent had recovered
her thoughts. In the light of Katie's
"i'o- the comparisoS lot
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