The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-12-05
and then at the white face on the pill.

llaC the girl on the Deu Staf6tu nhu
| opened her eyes in alarm, "mothel
| wants you to come home, now, right
away! You see" he said more softly IN
answer to Maggie's look of wonder, u
mean the old lady you have seen look.
ing at you from the window OF the
brown bake house on the corner. Her
little girls went home to heaven this
time last year, and 1 suspect twas to
make room for you two. Will you
Gomez"
BY this time Miss Brown, the teapot
lender, had heard the report and hnr-
ried in to offer her helpand advice, and
then Mrs. Arden had bethought her
that a good strong cup of coffee and II
bit of meat might be q good thing to
carry up, now that sucha good friend
had appeared, aud Mr. Sims, seeing them
so we'll cared for for the present, had
himself opened all the draughts Of the
stove, and emptied the contents of tho
hod into it. Remarking that he would
&c and get q carriage, for he guessed
"the little girl wouldn't feel much like
walking that night" he disappeared
from the scene only to reappear in q
few moments, and then he wrapped
Flossie in a big blanket shawl he
picked up in the hall. and took her up
in his arms as easily as if she were, as
he said, nothing but o doughnut, and
carried her down stairs and into the
carriage, Maggie. having first put away
the little loaf and the two behring's, fol-
lowing after.
IT declare" said Miss Brown, wiping
her eyes as she slowly returned with
her teapot for comfort and company, to
her own scarcely less dreary room,
"God don't forget, does He?"
Meanwhile Mrs. Sims, tired of wait
ing for her husbands return, had pick
ed up her daughters letter and read it
over.
"Well," she sighed, at does seem as
if I might have just one to cheer me"
and then her eye caught the word "per-
haps" her husband was reading when
she called him to the window, and she
eagerly turned the sheet a CLEAN of
hope in her heart that after. all she
might be coming,-"perhaps, mother
dear, the dear Lord will come Himself
and spend the day with you, in the per-
colA VI ouo VI LID III ollCo, l. Sou
ask Him to-"
Just here q carriage stopped at the
door, and to her great surprise she saw
her husband get out, and in his arms
the youngest of the two young girls.
followed by the other.
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 tolove
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 a little of
it won't come amiss to her sister either,
Judging by what l see and heard at the
house."
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 and alone. the storm
swept over them unprepared to resist
its fury.
The older girl had learned to make
flowers rs q pastime, and this she brave
~ turned to good account, and for a
time made good wages and a decent 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. ut must
have taken all you could earn to pay
for your room"
80 ma'an," said the girl, flushing,
1--WE must be respectable. I would
rather we both starved to death thar
live in low place"
When the beloved Hattie and he,
husband came a month after to spend
Christmas, they were astonlshed al
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 the remedy she needed
and had found indeed, in poor, frail lit
tie Flossie, whose nervous system Iac
been so severely taxed by all that hat
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 t,
the hower-shop and earn her own ant
Flossie's bread, after she had been rest
ing a week OF two, mo indeed; why
should you? I've got money enough
for that matter, to buy all the broat
and butter we can all eat, and clothes
too, Just as pretty as anybody's girl
have; but q million couldn't pay 70,
what we lose in u darlings, or TO,
what W should lose if you went off anc
left u.s."
II tell you what, little GIRL" he ad
ded, seeing her troubled look, "you cal
help make cakes and sweet-meats TO-
the shop, and ornament them up will
all the tiligrees and posies you want t,
hang on to them, made ont of good
clean sugar and fresh eggs, and that
all the kind of artificial fo~wer-makin,
I'll agree to, so there's an end ont" ant
down came the big foot with a fore,
which settled the matter, and made tn,
glasses Maggie was wiping jingle mer
rily on the table.
The hospitable supper-table was laid
the night before Christmas, and tn
happy, reunited family were busil,
chatting v the events Of the pas
year, when Father Sims get up an,
went to the window, the same windoy
where his wife had sat and looked on
so sadly only q month before.
Two young girls were coming dow
the street, their hands filled with pack
ages. their cheeks and eyes aglow wit
the exercise, and the light of love 70
the home they were nearing, when h
exclaimed, Come here, now mother
just look at them; You wouldn'
really say now they look as if the
hadn't got no folks, would ye"