The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1883-02-07

She had become sadly used to SHARP
words and cold glances, but kindness, SYM
pathy, tender recognitions of her cleims TO
kinship, were new and precious to her..
just then there came a heavy, ereaking
footstep on the foor-a tap at the door.
Little Lille jumped up and scampered
back to bed. Bessie drew her curly yellow
head under the sheets.
It's mistake" said Mrs. Robbins, spir
itlessly. Nobody ever comes here
But she rose and opened the door. There
stood stout, middle-aged man, with cheer.
full blue eyes, rudy complexion, and leg.
of-mutton whiskers, slightly sprinkled with
gray.
Does Mrs. Walter Robbins 1--we heTeSS
he asked
Miss Elsa had made wafiles for supper,
and had fried some fresh crullers, brown and
light as butterfy-wings She had brought
in the parlor-lamp, and hunted up two lit
tie china mugs, handleless, and with the
gilt inscription faded off, which had been
hers and her dead sisters, as children, long
ago.
They'll please the little ones" she
thought.
And Mrs. Robbins, in her clean cap, sat
sinking by the hearthstone, when Walters
widow came in, her black dress powdered
over with snow which had begun to fall at
the gathering of dusk, and with the two lit
lie girls clinging to her hand.
My DEAR" said Mrs Robbins, you are
welcome-kindly welcome-you and the
dear little girls |"
And Elsa came in, her face softened for
the moment, and led them Hospitality to the
fire.
" It's poor place" said sho; but moth
err is right-you are WELCOMED
The children looked timidly around at the
black beams which traversed the roof over.
head-the deep-set windows, with their
broad lodges filled with musk plants and fish
geraniums-the strings of red-peppers above
the mantie--and the brass candlesticks,
which glittered as if they were made of gold,
and then the fire-the great, open chimney
place-the blazing logs-the funnily-shaped
andirons, with found heads, and the great
Maltese cat, asleep upon the CANDY rag
rug. Was il NIL true or were they dream.
ing?
But when it came to hot waffies, and
maple molasses cookies, with fennel-seeds in
them, and milk-just as much milk as they
could drink ont of those dear little antique
mugs-the children decided the matter in
their own minds, that they were not dream
Ing at ALL And after they had gone to sleep
in bedroom Just off the kitchen, where
the sheets smelled of sweet-c'over, and the
wall paper was covered with punches of
cabbage-roses. with impossibly green leaves,
and blue ribbon fllets around the stems,
Mrs. Walter Robbins found courage to thank
the friends who had been so good to her in
her necessity.
q But there's something haven't told you
yot,n she said, timidly. 81 couldn't write
It, because did not know it myself at the
time that | appealed to You. am not SO
poor as every one thought. Poor, dear
Walters mining ventures have turned ont
better than any one expected. A lawyer
from the South came to see me last night,
and told me that am to have at least "a
thousand dollars year,
Eh ?" said Elsa almost incredulously.
4" 1t amt possble?" chirped Mrs. Rob.
bins.
"And," went on Mrs. Walter, off you
will allow mo to live here and share it with
you"
"No" said Miss Elsa ave have no
sight to it."
But" pleaded the widow, "you were
willing to share all that you had with me ?n
"Thafs quite another thing" said Elsa.
No, it isn't" said Mrs Walter " It's
the same exactly. And | have always
longed for home in the country, and it is
so lovely here; and--and feel that I love
yon already, and / should be miserable any
where else. Please--please let me stay !"
And what could Mrs. Robbins and Miss
Elsa say but eyes"
And when the gentle widow retired to her
room, Miss Elsa looked at the old lady, with
tears in her eyes.
Mother" said she, "you were right.
Providence has provided. The moment !
made up my mind to leave off caring and
planning, and trust in God, He has laid
blessing ut my feet / think I will never
doubt or despair again, "-HeIen Forrest
Grages.