The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1884-12-04

the little loaf and the two herrlngs, fol-
lowing after.
1 declare, 2 said Miss Brown, wipins
her eyes as she slowly returned with
her teapot for comfort and Company 70
her own scarcely less dreary room.
God, don't forget, does He ?"
Meanwhile Mrs. Sims, tired OF wait
ing fer her husbands return, had pick
ed ap hsf daughters letter and read it
SWELL" she sighed ;ihisi; aift daea Seem II
if might have just one to cheer Tie; :"
and then her eye caught the word "per-
haps" her husband was reading when
She called him to the window, and she
eagerly turned th6 sheet CLEAN of
hope in her heart that aftef M .she
might tbe ''ceming 81 ""perhaps. mother
dear, the dexr Lord viii como Himself
and spend the day with you, in the per
son of one of His suffering ones, if you
ask Him to-"
Just here carriage stopped at the
door, and to her great surprise she saw
hGE husband get out, and In his arms
the youneestof fhe Two young girls,
followed by the, other. p, r:s; 81 .c...
Here, mother" said the CHEEKY
voice, as the light burden was laid up
on the soft, wide lounge, give brought
you what you wanted. something to love
and care for, and plenty need there will
be for it, too, I'm thinking, for this little
one, at any rate, and I guess little of
it won't come amiss to her sister, either,
Judging by what see and heard at the
The story of the two girls was like
many others, -left orphans and pen
niless. by parents whose only fault lay in
so carefully sheltering them from every
cold blast, that when they found them
selves homeless aid alone; the storm
swept over them unprepared to resist
~ The older der girl had learned t. %iSake
flowers as pastime, and this she brave
~ turned to good account, and for q
time made good wages and a1aecent liv-
ing for herself and young sister, whom
she kept at school. But the great fire
in Boston swept away the factory and
threw hundreds out Of employment, and
then came the heavy tug Of war.
'"Why did you go to such an expensive
clearinghouse as Mrs. Arden's?" in
CURED their new friends. lit must
have taken all you could earn to pay
for your ROOM"
:. 10 ma'an;' said the girl, flushing,
1--WE must be respectable. I would
rather We both starved to death than
live in a low place."
When the beloved Hattie and her
husband came q month after to spend
Christm as, they were aston1shed at
the change in the pale, sad mother they
had left six months before.
"Something to love and care for"
here, that she might cheerfully resign
her lost darlings to their happy home
in heaven, was tho remedy she needed,
and had found indeed, in poor, frail lit
tie Flossie, whose nervous system had
been so severely taxed by all that had
been through that it required the tender
est watchcare to bring her back to
healthful life again. And Maggie, what
treasure she was in the house!
mo my child said good Father Sims,
in reply to her proposal to go back to
the flower shop and earn her own and
Flossie's bread. after she had been rest
ing week or two, mo indeed; why
should you? I've got money enough,
for that matter, to buy all the bread
and butter we can all eat, and clothes,
too, just as pretty as anybody's girls
have; but million couldn't pay for
what we lose in our darlings, or fo1
what we should lose if you went off ano
left u.s."
II tell you what, little GIRL" he adj
ded, seeing her troubled look, "you can
help make cakes and sweet-meats for
the shop, and ornament them up with
all the tiligrees and posies you want to
hang on to them, made out of good,
clean sugar and fresh eggs, and that's
all the kind of artificial flower making
I'll agree to, SO there's an end ont" and
down came the big foot with a force
which settled the matter, and made the
glasses Maggie was wiping jingle mer-
rily on the table.
The hospitable supper-table was laid,
the night before Christmas, end the
happy, reunited family were busily
chatting over the events of the past
year, when Father Sims get up and
went to the window, the same window
where his wife had sat and looked out
80 sadly only month before.
Two young girls were coming down
the street, their hands filled with pack
ages, their cheeks and eyes aglow with
the exercise, and the light of love for
the home they we're nearing, when he
exclaimed, "Cone here, now mother.
just look at them; you wouldn't
really say now they look as if thew
hadn't pot no folks would ye2 ~