The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1883-04-14
POOR KATIE.


Mrs. Lowell, Katie's mother, was a
seamstress, and there were many days
when she had but little work to do, and
the pay was always small-only few
cents for garment that she must work
at the whole day long. But she strug-
gled hard TO pay the rent and keep Tim
and Katie in school.
In school-that was the great thing.
"Plenty of money may come one day,
little ones" she would say, "but it will
not be worth much if you do not know
how to use it. This is the most won
derful country in the world, my brides.
Tim may be President and Katie Mrs.
President, and you can't know too much
of school-books. I'm sure that, when
you're grown up, you can never be glad
and thankful enough that your mother
sent you regularly to school. So don
mind the patched clothes, but keep at
the head Of the class, if you haven't hat
for your headr
But the winter Katie was eleven years
old, the brave little mother had less
money than ever before, and as the
spring-time came on they grew so very
poor that there was not always enough
of bread left after breakfast to make a
school-luncheon for Tim and Katie.
Give it all to Tim, Katie would
say: a. believe / don't want anything
at noon" Poor little Katiel How hard
she tried to think that she was not hun
CRY! How empty her hands felt at first
as she trudged along without her din
ner! And how her heart beat, and how
the blood burnt in her checks, when the
incoming came, and she of all the girls
had no luncheon to eat! Oh, if any
body should notice it! she thought, and
she studied how she might behave that
nobody should know she was so very
poor. The hunger in her stomach was
not half so hard to bear as the fear that
somebody would know that she had
nothing to eat.
But, after few days, poor Katie be-
gan to think that the girls noticed that
she brought no luncheon. Then she
/ thought that perhaps if she Brought
something that looked like one, they
would never think about her eating it.
How she thought it all out, can not
tell; but if any of you have ever been
in trouble and tried to think your way
out of it, perhaps you may remember
that you thought of some very foolish
and queer things, and this was the way
with Katie. She might tie up a few
Goals in paper, she thought, but her
mother would need every coal to keep
up the fire. There were some blocks in
one corner of the small room-Tim' :
blocks, that Santa Claus had brought
| him one Christmas, two or three winters
| before. She could tie up some of those
in a paper for make-believe luncheon,
and nobody would know. So she tied
up a few blocks neatly, and when her
mother noticed it as she started foI
school, and asked in surprise what she
| had in the paper, the poor child hung
her head, and then burst into tears.
/ "Oh, Mammal she sObbed, "
wanted to make believe that had some
luncheon-it's only Tim's blocksn'
! For one moment the little mother did
not understand, and then suddenlyit al
came into her mind-how the pride OF
D.. her child was wounded because She
could not appear as the other school
children did, and that she had fixed
upon that simple device to hide hel
want. And how it made her heart ache
more than ever that her poor little cir
must 90 hungry! But she would not de
priye Katie of the poor comfort of try
ing to keep up appearances, and hel
throat wac too full of choking humps fol
her to trust herself to say much; so she
smoothed the little girls hair and wipeC
away the tears from her face, and saiC
bravely: " Never mind, Katie! Bette
days will comet Mother feels sure of it'll
And then Katie slipped away with he
little bundle, and the poor little mother
sat down and sadly wept at the hard
ships that had befallen her little ones.
4 When the incoming came, Katie sat a
her desk with her make7believe Dime
before her Her teacher noticed tina
she kept her seat, and seeing her lunch
con, went to her and said: (" Why dc
you not 90 into the mnch-room and ca
| your luncheon with the other girlsp' a
the same time reaching out for Katie
bundle. l'tIIitlli Vt IT
"Oh, teacherln cried Katie, burstin,
into tears. don't touch it! and oh