The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-12-26

with q sisterly familiarity and brought
out a brnnze-green walking.dreAs and
put it to the fire to warm for laura.
"Be quick, now!"
What are You thinking at such \
rate - cried Laura, making her toilet.
Gladys brought a little for-get-menot-
%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 one and two. I got
some bills changed at the Treasury to-
day, so as to have the change all handy,
for we shall have to make quick work.
This is all l could afford after sending
some to auntie, and getting a rose-bush
for little sick Minnie, and o set of nap
kins for Jul poor landlady with l.ler
drinking husband and loafng 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 loafing
husband ?"
"He wouldn't loaf much i'll had the
supporting of him" cried Laura, vim
dictively, as they took their muffa
and stepped out into the brilliant, chilly
night.
20, yes, he would. You would not
know you were supporting q oafer. It
would be the youth with eyes Of juno
and hair of midnight that
"You forget I like blends. But what
is your racket, as our theatrical friends
say. really, Gladys?"
"You come with me and see. I really
want your Judgment. All children and
sorrowful people seem TO me true OBJ
jects 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. I can't give
to all, you know; not even a. candy
A group of boys we're looking in at q
stationer's window. Cats, dogs, birds
and babies were disportlng themselves
on gayly fringed cards; but after q few
approving EXPLANATIONS all went on save
one. He was q well-dressed, handsome
child, but as his eyes fell on one card,
they filled with tears. A red, q pale
yellow and a white rosebud, each droop-
ed q lovely head over the edge of a
blue egg shaped vase. Mamma paint
ed q bunch like that once, in just such
a vase" lie thought.
II know him." said o bronze-green
lady softly TO her old-gold friend. ut
is Ernest Wells. 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 O boy he
was p~assionately fond of flowers"
II knew your mother, dear. Will
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. He
opened the envelope she left in his hand,
and i%mpetuously kissed the picture of
the rose buds in the blue vase.
A small, thinly-dressed boy and girl
stood holding a basket between them,
in bare red fingers. before o window
full of notions. Everything in the
world Is here, isn't it. Sammy? What
should you like best? Those red nit
tens for your cold fingers?"
"Naw-boys don't mind fingers. I
should like that drum or that trumpet
OF that fiddle"
do let us get the fiddle for him, il
isn't but fifteen cents-and the mittens
for her" cried softly a voice near, from
which ell languor had departed. "And
let me get these, please, Gladysl I have
five dollars q month more than you
have"
"There are five little dots, cunning as
black kittens, before that confectioner's
beaming window. Let us see what
they are pointing out"
0, see that chocolate kittcn!n 30,
look st that red rooster!w 20, the little
white dove with a letter in its mouf!"
20, the yellow dog with the curly tall
he's lemon, he isl" 40, see that sweet
white pig with red spots!" Ten round
black eyes rolled up a few minutes after,
and then rolled down to inspect if the
treasures were real that had Just drop
ped into their hands FROM some swiftly
passing, smiling figures.
"Ispec'sthey's the Christmas angels, p
said one.
"Let us watch that old mansand; that
young girl" said Laura.
The girl had the growth of eleven
years, but her blue-gray eyeshad an ex-
preston, her pale, low, wide brow and
features ore marks of thought that
gave her an advanced look. She was
pulling the old man away. from the
window.
mo, no, grandpa" she. said coax
ingly, 'ff we get the arithmetic, I can't
get you that new warm gray necker-
chief, and have it you must and shall.
Lilly Barr lets me study out of her
book when my questions are torn out y
But the old man continued looking at
the bright new school-books and story
and picture-books with the fierce vloar-
ious hunger which the old sometimes
feel for the wants of the, young.
"You can't manage this" whispered
Laura. "These are notpeople to, tnke
from utter strangers"
"You see if 1 can't" returned Gladss,
sweetly defiant. They came out OF. the
crowded store again presently. "Why
did you let him tie itsup?" asked Laure
softly, sliding in a cherub card. 81
want to see how it looks again" y. cried
Gladys, stopping just by the side. Of the
girl, intent upon opening her packet.
90 Lanrai" with a.start that would have
done credit to Clara Morris, .sLooa
what he has given me-an arithmetiols
And he is so busy 1 can't get him Il
change it. I hate the sight of an alitb.
mskc!" she went on, her eyes Laughing
as she caught the unconsriously wistful,
glistening glance of the young girl
Little lady with the most exanis.
itely polite intonation. do yoR 20 Il
school? Isn't there some little boy ol
girl who Will take this arithmetic out
Of my sight? regarding it very dis,
tastefnlly, then glnncing at the earnest
blue-gray eyes with q pleading. elvisl
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