The Abbeville messenger. (Abbeville, S.C.) 1884-1887, 1886-11-16

And remember, by breaking an egg, boy,
Wo may lose a bird with a song.
When weary and lonely,
Some day, as you're passing along.
You'll rejoice that the egg wa 'n't broken
That gave you the bird with its song.
On tho Stoop.
If you had been walking past a large
apartment house in Brooklyn recently, on
a bright, sunny morning, you would have
seen a boy, about twelve years old, sitting
on the stoop in a rocking-chair, wrapped
up in a big coat. His pale face md tired
look would nave told You that he had
been quite i'll. Near him on the stoop,
leaning against the railing, stood .
chubby, red-chcekcd little girl, about
three years old, holding in her arms 2
small doll dressed i'll u pink dress and
white hood. Tie little girl Rugged tn,
doll closely in her arms, but her lovely
brown eyes were fastened on the boy.
Suddenly she dashed forward and put
the doll in the boys lap, and then ran
into the corner of tho stoop trembling
NtuCHIiS "oulSEju4 II
her precious doll Were safe, md whethe,
it pleased the sick buy to hold her.
The boy was perfectly astonished
for a minute, and seemed puzzled
what he should do with the
tiny doll-for boys twelve year.
old arc not very much inter.
csted in dolls. In a second he picked i,
up and Rugged it closely in his arms, and
began rocking slowly back and forth.
The lite mother watched for a minute.
and then coyly stepped up close beside
the boy and laid her pretty head against
his arm and her hand on the doll. She
wanted to give the boy some comfor,
and show her sympathy, and so gave him
her greatest treasure. He was a little
gentleman. There are boys who would
have showed the doll back md said, 81
don't want your doll, md hurt the feel.
iugs Of the little girl very much by re-
fusing her help; but this boy understood
what she meant and accepted her offer OF
sympathy. No doubt he received a,
much comfort as he gave by holding the
doll. nc must nave been happier with
that little head leaning against him SC
lovingly. - Christian Union
I think it was the best joke I ever
knew of one little girl playing on an.
other, though it wasn't an April fool.
1t couldn't be, you know, because it hap.
pened some time after the first of April.
! 1t was when Ava was 8 years old, and
just beginning to go to school, blue.
eyed, sunny haired little maid, who
seemed to find her chief delight in doing
pleasant things for people.
One day mamma put IN extra nice
dinner in the pretty tin luncheon box.
There was n slice of frosted cake and
two jelly tarts, and n piece of lemon pie,
and a sandwich with turkey, instead OF
ham, which Ava didn't like.
Right in front of Ava at schoo 81 sat lit
tie Why Gates, who never in the world
: brought anything for her dinner but u
biscuit. I suppose maybe she didn't
have anything else to bring. That was
what Ava thought, too, deep down in
her plying little heart.
Well, this day Ava was swinging her
feet while she studied her lesson, and
she hit her toes against something that
ratified. She looked down, and there
was why's dinner pail that had some
how got pushed back-an old little
bruiscd-up pail, with only a biscuit IN it,
Ava knew.
A bright thought popped into he.
head that minute. 1t was 80 funny she
had to put her hand over her mouth to
keep from laughing right out loud in
school. why was saying her lesson;
and quick as a fash Ava took off the
cover of the pail and took out tho bis.
cult, and put in her own nice luncheon
and put on the cover again.
Aud at noon when Why Gates went
to eat her dinner what do you suppose
she said? She said:
"Oh, whcre'd I get 'em7 where'd /
get 'em9" And she almost cried; but
not because she felt bad.
And Ava, full of glee, ran all the way
home to get her own dinner, and tell
mamma abo.t it.
"she was so s'priscd, mamma, and
glad" she cried.
And mamma was glad too-very glad;
but somehow she felt her eyes grow