Smyrna times., 1883-01-31

would be necessary to put something |
on the outside of the packet, to tell for
whom it was intended. She wanted it |
to go where it was needed the most,
and, of course, the post-office people
would know where that was, she re-
fected; so she carefully printed, in
very uneven letters, For the greatest
heathen," and then laid the precious
package away, to await a future Oppor-
tunity. She would trust her secret to
no one, lest some unforeseen interfer-
ence might result, and she cautiously
sought information.
"How do you do when you put any
thing into the postof6ce ?" she demand
ed of Mary Jane Sullivan.
why, you just put 'em in. You go
in the door, and there's an open place
where you drop 'em right down." ex-
planned Mary Jane, lucidly.
How good Rue was for days after
that. How she washed dishes in the
kitchen, under the care of Miss Dorothy,
and made beds in the dormitories,
under the supervision of Mrs. Mehita-
Bile, and so, at last, earned the privilege
of being the one sent to town on some
trifiing errand for the matron.
Thus it happened that one bright
morning the clerks in the postoffice
were surprised by little packet tossed
in upon the floor, and glimpse of a
blue check apron vanishing hurriedly
through the door. Unstamped and
with its odd address, it created ripple
of amusement.
For the greatest heathen.' That
must be you, Captain" declared one
and the postmaster laughingly took
charge of it, and then forgot it, until
at home that evening, he found it il
, his pocket.
, "What is it?" asked his wife
! presently, as she saw him silent anC
absorbed; and, looking over his shoul
} der, she read the little letter with him
| Original in spelling and peculiar il
p chirography it certainly was, but the.
q slowly deciphered it.
az haven't any money to give, 'caus
t I'm one of the little girls at the Home
n Some of them have relations to SEN
4 them things sometimes; but haven't
have two Bibles: but wouldn't Civ
IL this to any one but the heather, 'caus
'f my own mamma gave it to me. 1t
d nice to have q mamma to cuddle yo
# up and love you just by your own sci
, and tuck you into bed at night, an
|, not have to be in a row all the tim,
d 1t makes lump all swell up in m
d throat when think about it, and IN
eyes get so hot and wet l can hardl
see. l wish God did have hom'
70 enough, so he could give every lit
n boy and girl real one, and we needn
d be all crowded up in one big plac
" that's just called so. Sometimes, whe
[ see all the houses, it most seems
III if there must be enough to go 'rounC
lie but s'pOse there isn't. guess it'll
at the real kind we'll have up in Heave
A. and want to go there; and that's WI
- l send you this Bible, so you can leal
sc about it. You must read it and
lie good. Oh dear! It's dreadfully hal
as to be good when you haven't al
ae mamma. hope you've got one, if s.
is a heather, for I'm most sure thai
better than no kind. Good bye.
i; "RUE LINDSEY" !"
Poor little thing" !" exclaimed t
= lady, half laughing, but with sudd
>, moisture in her brown eyes.
= Captain Grey looked around t
w beautiful room.
~ "I'm inclined to believe that lett
No was properly directed and has reach
its right destination" he said, thougl
NC fully. "Think of it, MaIy-all the
~ cosy, pretty rooms, and no one
e occupy them but you and me, VIII
" there are SO many such little homesi
w souls in the world You have spok
10 of it before; but 1 was too selfsl
10" contented to care about it. If I'm !
.t the greatest heathen,' have certa
Wy ly been far enough from the sort
"U Christianity this book requires"
'no "Well?" questioned Mrs. Grey. W
" shining eyes, waiting for the conc
eu, sion of the matter "Shall I go
- morrow and bring this little mid
sue home with me-for a visit, say-s
see what will come of it~ .s
1t did not occur to little Rue t
the stranger she met in the hall
. next day and who had a long intervi
~ with the matron, could be ofany pO
my BILE interest to her small self, until
was summoned downstairs, to see h
io Would you like to go home v
''on this gentleman, for visit of a weel
'CSO two, Rue2 He has come to ask yC
1 said the snatron.
on, Me?" questioned Rue, obliviou
grammar lessons and with dozen
clamation points in her voice. I'll
was no danger of her declining.
VS. prospect of q visit anywhere was
'" lightful and the possibility of sue
thing almost as wonderful as f
'@Ve tale. So it was a very bright little
emu that Captain Grey found beside hin
nc the carriage, and Rue looked up at
we shyly, through her rings ofsunny
nur- to ask, as the only imaginable solu
of the happy problem: "Are you
~~s of my relations?p aas :, 49,
n"u "Yes; but didn't remember it l
' last night" he answered, gravely.
The weeks that followed were b
~. ~ full of joy to Rue, and she won her
S straight into the home and hearts
I g. had opened TO receive her. - :.
ao.p' And so you think may tell
!, aO"' matron that you do not care t.
back, but are willing to stay he