The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-12-19

enough to 60 and get 1t, and so are you
Yes, dear, " meekly acquiesed Gladys
you weren't brought up in the church
/ know"
What church wasn't I brought up in !
I was brought up in some church,
reckon.
Eyes, dear Laurella. But when my
mother was young they called every
thing but our church-'meetings,' L
| don't like anybody to give me- anything
costly. but I DO like a little, small re-
membrancer of each Holy Christmas
time. if it's Just two-cent card. l
warn you," she said, laughing.
And I warn everybody that if they
give me another Christmas card, I'll
throw it into the fire. The fashion Is
all run to millinery, fringe, etc.
Heigho, I wish Christmas time was
over. I'm going to bed.
"Oh. no., don't" cried Gladys, en-
treatingly. why l had planned some
lovely fun for tonight, and | want you
TO go with me-"
Fun. what have women 70 do with
fun at our time Of life? I'm thirty,
and don't believe you're a day less
than twenty-nine."
Day by day
Gliding. some dark mournful stream away,
Ny silent youth flows from me
murmured GLADYS, in a momentary
trance. Then she exclaimed, At our
time of lie, as YOU say, we should know
what fun really is. Will YOU come out
with me Lauralina?"
If YOU will ItallaniZe my name into
one more fond syllable, | think | will"
said the elder, rising in her crimson
wrapper. 0 dear! I'll have to change
NV dress"
What of it, Lazylina? Be thankful
you've got another dress to put on"
Then GLADYS went into the next room
with a s~isterly familiarity and brought
out a brAnze-green walking-dress and
put it to the fire to warm for Laura.
BE quick, now!"
What are you chinking at such a
rate?" cried Laura, making her toilet.
Gladys brought a little for-get-me-not-
broidered channels bag, and showed
Laura its inside. There are ten dimes
in this compartment; twenty nickels in
this; thirty three-cent pieces in this,
and the rest are ones'aHd two. L got
some bills changed at the Treasury to-
day, so IS to have the change all handy,
for we shall have to make quick work.
This is all 1 could afford after sending
some to %auntie, and getting a rose bush
for little sick Minnie, and a set of nap
kins for our poor landlady with her
drinking husband and loafing son How
can you help being thankful, Laura,
when you think you might have
been keeping fretful boarders, like
yourself, in order to support q loafng
husband"
He wouldn't loaf much if I had the
supporting of him." cried Laura, vim
dictively, as they took their muffs
and stepped out into the brilliant, chilly
night.
40, yes, he would. You would not
know Won were supporting a loafer. It
would be the youth with eyes of June
and hair of midnight that"
"You forget / like blends. But what
say, really, Gladys?"
"You come with me and see. I really
want your Judgment. All children and
sorrowful people seem TO me true OBJ
iects of help. But you must advise
me: in each group of poor little eager
faces at a shop window you must help
me to pick out the one who is most
good, genuine and patient. / cam give
to all, you know: not even a candy
stick"
A group of boys were looking in at a
s~tationer's window. Cats, dogs, birds
and babies were disporting themselves
on gayly fringed cards; but after a few
approving EXPLANATIONS all went o. save
one. He was a w~ell-dressed, handsome
child, but as his eyes fell on c..e card,
they filled with tears. A red, a pale
yellow and a white rosebud, each droop-
ed a lovely head over the edge of a
blue egg shaped vase. Mamma paint
ed a bunch like that once, in just such
q vase" he thought.
ST know him." said a bronze-green
lady softly to her old-gold friend. 1T
is Ernest Wei ellis. They are we'll of
enough, but his father had no sympathy
with his dead mothers tastes; and he
Systematically discourages all aesthetic
ism in poor little Ernest. As a boy he
was passionately fond of flowers"
81 knew your mother, dear. VIII
you accept this from q friend Of hers?'
said a sweet-eyed lady, bending over
Ernest for an instant. Then she van
ished from his wondering sight. HI
opened the envelope she left in his hand,
and impetuously kissed the picture Of
the rose buds III the blue vase,
4 small. itihiini;y-dressed boy and CIR
stood holding a basket between them
in bare red fingers, before a window
full Of notions. Everything in thu
world Is here, isn't it. Sammy? Wha
| should you like best? Those red NIT
tens for your cold fngers?"
"Naw-boys don't mind fingers.
should like that drum or that trumpe
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