Daily Republican., 1884-05-27
ONLY A BASKET or PEAOH 70.
BY MINNIE BELLE TREsENRIDER.
To err is human f; to forgive, Divin'

POPE.
Angie p
Yes, mamma I'm ooming!"
And little girl Of scarce six sum.
mers ran IN from the garden, her dim
Ipled fingers all stained with dirt, q towel
In one hand and o small wicker basket
half filled with bright, red roses in the
Iother.
81 want you to run TO the drug store,
Angie," said her mother, looking up
from the handsome pArty-dress she
was.trimming. Poor papa's fever
is coming on again, and he must have
medicine. Ask the druggist to refill
this bottle, and-"
eyes, mamma; give me the money"
Mrs. Sells burst into tears.
ANGIE" she said, ~ haven't cent
In the wide world, and shall have not un
It'll this dress Is finished, and I've work
ed 80 hard but run, little one, and tell
him he shall have his money early In
the morning.
can right. mamma" and away
ran Angelina, her sensitive little mouth
Iquivering, her brown eyes full Of tears.
Poor mamma, poor mamma l
wish could help her" she murmured.
| Meanwhile, Mrs. Soils sat at her, sew
ling, but her tears often blinded her, and
she arose every minute or two to cross
the room and peep into her husbands s
Ichamber.
He was sleeping, his pale face flushed
with rising fover--her dear handsome
husband, for whose love she had sacri-
feed 30 much.
She was the daughter and only child
ofa wealthy banker, this pale, SORROW
Ing wife.
When she reached her eighteenth
birthday, her father called her into the
library ard told her that he had chosen
her husband, at the same time display
ing beautiful set of diamonds, which
had come with Mr.. Pembroke's prOpo-
sal.
"Such lnagninosnt diamonds, they
are And, my dear, Mr.. Pembroke
comes Of the best family In the State Of
Ohio, and he is millionaire In the bar
gain"
But, papa, cannot marry Mr..
Pom broke"
"Why not ?"
Because don't love him."
Bosh ! you'll love him fast enough
when once you are his wife. There,
not anoth r word--you shall take him
or or no other. Do you understand ?
| sha Il see young Sells, and give him
his orders TO cease visiting my house.
You htar me, Abbis p
eyes, sir but II don't obey ?"
"If you don't obey me, Abigail ster-
ling, l dsown you, and you'll marry
under my everlasting ourso."
And when Abigail, asmany . fond,
weak girl has done, yielded to her lovers
per- uasions and became his wife, her
father kept his word.
From TIE hour OF her marriage she
saw his face no more.
She was very happy with the man OF
her choice, and did not regret the step
she had taken, although her estrange-
nent from the father she loved caused
her unceasing pain.
A, first they managed to live quite
cOzily, but soon, young DR.. Sells, never
strong, failed in health. Then security
| debt came upon him and swept away
his little all and couple Of years
after Angelina's birth they were very
destitute indeed, and now there WAS
another little Abigail in the cradle.
For her childIen's sake Abbie swal-
lowed her pride, and wrote her father
very touching letter, begging him to-
forgive her, and help her in her sore
distress.
The letter was returned to her nn.
opehed.
Then she set to work herself, taking
In embroidery, painting and plain sew-
ing but all her efforts could not keepI
the gaunt wolf from the door. She sat
at her work now thinking over her
troubles and waiting for Angles re-
turn.
1t was not long before the little Great
ture came running in, but one glance
at her grieved little face convinced her
mother she had failed.
We'll, Angie, dear ?" she said gent
ly.
"Oh, mamma, he wouldn't let me
have ii % sobbed the child. told
him about poor papa, and begged him,
but he said no, the money must come
first. - -
"WeI, darling, 1t can't be helped"
sighed her mother, as she kissed the
child and smoothed her tumbled curls.
" can finish the dress In an hour or
so, and then we shall get the money.
Go and fan poor papa now, mamma
mustsew."
Anglo obeyed, taking her place by
her fathers bed. She famed him into
q sound sleep, and then she went to the
open window and fell into a reverie.
The afternoon sunshine glittered on the
little garden with its tufts of geraniums,
lily OF the valley, tube.roses, tulips,
and verbenas, while round the edge of
the garden we're largo hundred-leaf
ose.bushes, sweet brier, and damask /
roses, making it q perfect little Eden of
bliss. Angelina built her castles, and
meanwhile her mother finished the
party dress, and arose to take it home
"Take good care Of papa, Anglo,
she called, as she left the house, and
watch baby" /
CAN right, mamma" answered
Angie.
The summer afternoon droned away, |
and with the twilight her mother re-
turned. Angelina had tidied up the
sick. room, and had made the tea |
already for her fathers supper, beside |
rocking her baby sister when she
awOke.
"Wtll, mamma % she cried joy
fully. i
Her poor mother fell into seat and
burst into tears.
"Oh, Angie the lady can't pay me
till next week. There Is no hope for
us poor papa must die"
angelina only nodded her curly |
head, and curious sparkle lit her eye.
"Ill do it," she whispered under her
breath.
DR.. Sells had q bad night, and his
wife got no sleep, consequently she did
not rise early the next morning, but
Angelina was up with the dawn.
She put on her little wnitC dress and
her chip hat and stole down stairs with
her little wicker basket in her hand.
Then she ran down TO the orchard and
gathered some of the largest and finest