The Press., 1885-10-01
CORINNE,S MISTAKE.

rom here to Haight street. just want i to talk and laugh, and act exactly as l please. without the presence of critical Iourth.'
 ssUnless it should happen to be a very nice young gentleman, !" langhingly snp- Corinne Baker.
 Anything but that" said the first speaker, with a grimace, adjusting veil and curls, however. 'I'm brimful of mis- chief, and in such case know I should do something detestable.'
 ssI do hope we shall be alone, thongh," said little Lottie Deering, the youngest of the three, as she placed her books on the cushion at her side. Its such fun to have the car all to ones self, or ourselves.
 'sI'm afraid the fun must go by the board, then" exclaimed Anne, for see the fussiest, plainest, homeliest old woman coming right straight this way. o mis- cry she will spoil everything
 "a century old, at the very least, Corinne Noah's ark Z? And how ridiculously she is dressed! I'm not sure but we can have our fun after all.''
 Meantime, bowed down by some infrm- ity, dusty with days ride, and really an- tiquated in garb and manner, the old lady drew nearer and nearer to the car. When she had gained it, her face frightened wis., ibly at the sight of the fresh young girls, and in the kindness of her heart she nod ded, as much as to say, My dears, you are all strangers to me, but l am very glad to see you. :"
 They did not, however, return the nod ; but one by one they smiled, looked in each others faces, and at last Uttered audibly. The poor old woman seemed shocked at this incivility, and drew herself as far from their vicinity as possible, while she turned her keen eyes, that almost disproved her years, so large and black they were, from their faces to other objects outside. Sud- denly Corinne, possessed, as she had said before, with the spirit of mischief, took up one of her school books, and with 8 wink aside at Anne, began to read in 8 low tone
 ''She was the scrawniest, wierdest- look ing object, with wart on the bridge of her nose, and crinkle crankle bonnet of au uncertain age, like it's owner. All she needed was broomstick and 8 black cat to make veritable witch.''
 Here the mirth of the thonghtless girls became so audible that that the reader was forced to put some restraint upon hel fun loving proclivities, and lay the book aside. a
 "Here's Haight street," said Anne. "Corinne, I never thought to tell you. Uncle Hall brought us two Spitz dogs yes- terday, white as wool, and as cunning as they can be. Come home with me and see them. It won't take five minutes more, and perhaps m give you one oi them"
 ''But mamma expects company, and
 70 bother! I tell you it won't take five minutes longer. Come, there's darling and the old lady sat looking after them, as the girls tripped away in high spirits, 2 sad express on on her care-worn face.
 sCorinne," she murmured, ''I thought I knew the face. I hope it was only thoughtlessness," she added and her lips trembled. s'But perhaps I looked for too much from Corry's child. And young folks can't be expected to enter into the feelings of the aged. But it is hard to be so disappointed" she shook her head dejectedly.
 Meantime Corinne had seen and admired the dogs, and the girls were about parting.
 "Come over to the house soon,- said Corinne to Anne, as they stood on the steps. "I want to introduce you to one of the grandest old ladies-my mothers aunt have never seen her myself, but I know I shall love her, for she saved mamma s life, at the risk of her own. Mamma has often told me about it-how that she was i'll the third story of a burning house, and when the strongest men drew back, thls aunt, then an invalid. ran through the flames with wet blankets, and dragged her out of horrible doom. She was fearfully burned, and sick for years afterwards from the effects of her exertions and mamma thinks all the world of Aunt Eunice. So do l. By the way, it was mean of us to make fun of that old lady. What possess ed us ?"
 ''I couldn't help it," said Anne, laugh ing, though knew it was wrong."
 And the friends made their adieus, and parted
 "Has she come, mamma?' cried Corinne, flushed and breathless from rapid walking.
 ''Yes, dear, said her mother, smiling, "but she was so tired persuaded her to lie down, so you won't see her till dinner time.'
 Dinner-time came, and with it Aunt Eunice-a little, brisk old lady in satin dress, with. wart on the bridge of her nose. No wonder Corinne turned pale, and sick at heart, as her mother introduced her, with a loving smile. Not but she nu- derstood that low and gentle sNever mind, my dear, ," which reached her ears alone, as the old lady kissed her and pressed her hand. { szSsB## s9k4$ESs
 Never before had she felt So humilitated i; and now that Aunt Eunice had cleared away all traces of the dust and fatigue of the journey, she saw how noble and sweet was the face, spite of the disfiguring wart, and how really grand was the spirit that Illuminated it, and that led her to say, in manner at least, that all was forgiven and would be forgotten.
 Corinne has never failed, from that day to this, to treat old age with respect, no matter whether she meets it clad in purple and fine linen, or in the garb of poverty and misery. One lesson was enough for a lifetime one recognition ofsthe beauty of christian forbearance unds r great provo cation suficed. Yomtb's Cosapansoas.
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