Nevada County picayune., 1886-02-17
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jessie C0ulu not neip leeiihg that the sacrifice was a serious one, but in a few minutes the boy came to her and spoke word or two of thanks so very earnestly, and in a manner so much more gentlemanly than might have been expected from one so bashful look ing, that she could not.regret what she had done.
 Ollie and Kitty took their turns, and then the little party went on to Aunt Annie's.
 "Oh, aunt Annie.' said Madge, we've all had our pictures taken' -"Except Jessie" interrupted Ollie-"And she might just as we'll as not, only there was boy there who wanted his taken first, and Jessie let him have her turn"
 "And next week we shall send you all our pictures except Jes- sie's, and we don't know when she can have hers taken now.7
 "But the boy wanted his so bad ly," said poor little Jessie, in an appealing tone, quite overcome at being found SO much fault with. Aunt Annie asked a few ques- tions about it, and then drew Jes- sic very tenderly to her side. 'I am sure," she said, ''that when l do get Jessie's picture, it will be the face of dear, unselfish little girl, N no has the true Christ like spirit of pleasing others before herself"
 And Jessie was fully comtorted.
 Winter, spring, summer. nearly year had passed when our four little girls found themselves at a picnic, at which nearly all the members .of large church and Sunday school were gathered be- fore strangers.
 "I wonder who that boy is, said Madge. Il am sure l have seen him before, but 1 can't remember where"
 So have l :" said Ollie, "an' he's
 
 been looking over this way as il he knew us.'
 "Look," said Jessie, "he's com ing this way. Ah--I know who he is."
 The boy came near with a very sweet,faced lady, who took Jessie's hand and looked into her face.
 Edward tells me that this is the little girl who gave up her turn at the photographers last summer, in order to let him have his likeness taken first. l have message for ,ou."
 "For mcW Jesse looked up with wondering smile.
 The boy, as if feeling that some soIt of introduction was expected of him. iiahaged to say, ''This is my aunt Mrs. Vernon"
 Let us sit down on the grass" said Mrs. Vernon, "while l tell you why Edward was in such a hurry that day. His father is a missionary on a South Sea island many, many thousand miles away. Edward had just arrived in this country, having been sent here to be educated. He left his mother in poor health, and one of her lat est requests to him was that he should send her his likeness as soon as possible.
 ''On the day he met you he was on the way 10 us, under appoint ment to meet us at country rail- road station a long distance from here. It was his only chance to secure a picture, and he knew that If it were not sent by vessel which was to sail soon, there might be no other opportunity for months for no regular line touches at their island. But, thanks to you, the pictures were finished and sent to us from the artist in time, and reached that far off shore to be an unspeakable comfort to his moth er--betore she died."
 A lump came into poor Jessie's throat as she thought of that poor mother longing for sight of the face of her boy
 ''I sent letter with the pic. tures," continued Mrs. Vernon "telling her how it had been ob tained through the kindness of a little girl whose name, even, we did not know. And she sent message of love and thanks toyou, and this little thing which she wish ed you to keep as a reminder oi