The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1883-04-13

Well, ehilsl-weli,7 serenely
interposed the old lady, "God will
provide. lie always does. Alrl
it's a dreadful thing 10 be y widow
and honeless. Write to her, Elsa,
aud tell her to come.S
"But she has no money TO travel
with.r bluutly added Elsa. "She
wants us to send her twenty dollars.
She has written TO Cousin Marrett,
up at the Grange, aud they won't
even answer her letter.
"Dear, dearl that's bad ~ cooed
Mrs. Robbins. "No money at all.
Poor soul poor soul r
"Well-but, MOTHER pleaded
Elsa, ''we haven't got any money,
either-to spareT
"There's the chicken money!
said Mrs. Robbins, looking wist-
fully up.
"But that was to buy you u
warm new cloak, mother"
"Well, III make the old gray
shawl do for another year, said
Mrs. Robbins. "And Walters
widow must have money to pay
her taveling expenses--p0or thing!
II was very wrong of Olivia Marrett
not to answer her letter-very.
But Olivia and her husband was
Away close. It's their nature, |
do s'pose.n
Aud Elsa broke out laughing,
with a tear in the coruer Of her
hard, gray eyes.
"You dear old mother y said she,
~ believe should have lost faith
in human nature and everything
else long ago, If it hadn't been for
you. Let Walters widow aud her
children come. We're poor, and in
debt, can't find bread tor our own
two selves; but / believe, for once,
I'll follow your example, mother,
and trust in Providence"
Aud she sat down aud wrote to
Walter Robbins widow, inclosing
that last twenty dollar bill, which
was to have bought tue warm win
ter cloak for tho old lady, who was
so contentedly kuitting in the
coral glow OF the firelight.
| Mrs. Walter Robbins was sitting
| by the fire also, but not such fire
ia iIlumines the farmhouse Kitchen
with a softer shine than any
electric light. It was u nero hand
ful of Goals, in rnsted CRATE, over
which she bent with q shuddcr, Us
the wind howle,k by, shaking the
wimlow.pancs and rattling tn,
paper-shadcs. She was mendinp
the children's stockings, and al
she worked u little girl crepI
out of the bed and stole aross The
| floor to her side.
"Mamma, l can't get warm,
said she. "Isn't there any fire."
i sThere's a fire, dear,' said Mrs
Robbins: "but VIC can't have much,
for there's only apeck of coal lef
| In the box.'
"Mamma,p went on the child
"why don't our 6res shine rod and
bright like the nres | see through
other peoples windows, some
timesw
awe can't afford it, dear,' sighed
the widow. "If you let the coa
blaze aud cracklc it soon turns int,
ashes, and We must economize.n
"Mamma,r spoke up a tiny voic'
| from the bed, "I didn't eat quit,
enough supper. Can't ! hav'
another half a slice of bread"
"There is no more, Bessie" sait
i Mrs. Robbins, with pang, sharpe
than any serpents tooth, at he
heart. "Go to sleep, dear, you'll
soon forget that you are hungry
and in the morning We are 80 star
for the country, you know"
Bessie's eyes sparKled,
r awe eau have all the milk W
want then, mamma. can't We
) said she.
"And pick up nuts where the
5 grow among the leaves, and Gu
Q apples without paying two cent
apiece for them,' chimed in Lille
Q "Oh, mamma, why don't everyou
l live in the countryf Mamma
i don't you love Cousin Elsa and he
mother ? Is Cousin Elsa littl
!. girli Will she play with us I"
K 81 don't know said Mrs. Rol
!. bins. with q quiver in her voic'
\ "No, she il not a child +; she is
. woman, like me. But | think sh
1 mnst be an angel in her heart,
For Elsa Bobbins had been til
n first helping hand which had bee
(; stretched out to lit the poor littl
i widow out of the abyss of trouble
which had overwhelmed her sin,
q. her husband died, in the far-awa
Il Mexican lands whittier be ha
"a Igone to make the fortune whic
a alas was never made,
a She had become sadly used
It sharp words and cold glances, bl
d kindness, sympathy, tender T
oognitions of her claims to kinshi
X were new and precious to her.
A. Just then there came heav
le creaking footstep on the floor
n. tap at the door.
u Little Lille jumped up al
ID scampered back to bed. Boss
of drew her curly yellow head uud
of the sheets.
q It's a mistake Q, said Mrs Robbil
ye spiritlessly. ''Nobody ever com
id here"
no Rnt she arose and opened {