Milford chronicle., 1883-06-08

get it, cause she hadn't bit of money,
and then he didn't say another word, but
just turned his poor head over on the
pillow, when he thought nobody was
lookin', and cried all to himself.
GIVE been tryin' ever since to get
somethin' to do, so could buy him one,
but nobody would give me any work.
He was so bad this mornin', mother
said she was afraid he wouldn't last but
a day or two. He's out of his mind a
good deal, and then he talks mostly
about the pretty red moon, and says he
is going to climb up into the sky and get
it. thought maybe he'd die easier to
have it, and when 1 saw Ray Burgess
with one in his hand I made up my
mind to get it if I could. It wasn't
real, downright Stealing for me to take it
from him; really it wasn't, Miss Law
renee. Only just taking a little of what
belongs to us - for father spends most
every cent he earns at Mr.. Burgess's
drink shop, though mother has begged
Mr.. Burgess ON her knees not to sell TO
him. We'd be comfortable and decent
as anybody if we could only have faith
er's wages; but they all go to help build
Mr.. Burgess's grand house, and put fine
clothes on his wife and buy nice things
for his children, when our poor Len
can't have one little plaything, and he
of slow starvation. That's what
mother says it is.
And the boy broke down with a sob at
Thought of his pet brothers wrongs.
Miss Lawrence had not the heart to
argue with him. She was poor herself,
but no misery like this had ever crossed
her path.
''You may go, pow, Charles" she
said; "but let the balloon rest for to-.
night, and don't give up; your brother
may not be so i'll as You think"
He departed, little comforted.
The teacher went straight to the one
of the village and purchased its
asst remaining toy balloon. Then
lew sign, "Theodore Gray, Md"
carcely noticed before, arrested her at
ention, and soon she was on her way to
he house of want, accompanied by a
roung physician who was not too well
and successful to attend the
,oor.
Little Len lay on his bed of suffering
his thin, drawn face so white that he
ooked already dead, and one felt almost
tartled to see the blue. eyes unclose.
Charles sat gazing at him in despair.
A fruitless fight against want and mis-
ry showed everywhere.
While the Doctor examined his pa
lent, Miss Lawrence sought the heart
roken mother.
We have come to help you, if you
i'll let us, she said, simply.
So the two-poor themselves-set to
ork to relieve those so much poorer
nd more unhappy.
Little Lens sunken eyes frightened
{ sight of the red balloon, and after a
upper of warm broth he fell asleep
ith his hand on the string and the
right globe nestled against his wan
neck.
No; he did not die.
Richard Markham heard the story
ext day and went to see him. To his
edit be it said, he was not ashamed to
Ike Charlie by the hand, and say:
Forgive me, lad. I was more to blame
ian YOU I ought to have found out all
,out it before trying to make a public
,ample of you, when had never
iown you to do anything like that
fore. G
E" I don't blame you, replied the other. !
1t aOas the first time. and it shall be /
e last But, of course, there are plenty t
no won't believe me" B
For a while all Richards spending 9
oney went to the briggs family. Others q
o, in time joined to help them, so that, G
ough always poor and struggling-as I
w could they be otherwise ?-they did J
It again reach such depth of want !,
le father did not reform, for the dram 4
op still stood open and his earnings n
opped mostly into its till. But work
IS furnished his family-so they man. !
ed to live. {
Miss Lawrence has never ceased to
actice the " more excellent way, and !
my lips call down blessings upon her. :
e does not teach the village school l
W, but lady sometimes stands at Z
ndow over the new sigu-now no longer e
WHO looks much like her
[ think you viii find, too, that the
,ctor is soon to take a student who H
IDS himself Charles briggs. .-Arthm's
1gazi'le. \,
Two French Authors. II II