The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1888-10-27

parently saw n0tnlng except Ile Wall
ing infant on a pillow in the old cane
rocker. 1t was popularity of the
Gresham's to have always baby, and
however the mother might cuff and
scold the other children, she was
womanly enough still to have gentle
ness for every new conner into the I'M
attractive nest.
THE baby is teething, l see" said
Mrs. Jenner, lifting him up with ten
der care. ''What pretty boy! Would
you lend him to me for an hour, Mrs.
Gresham? I'll take the best care of
him; have been used to little brothers
and sisters at home. Please let me
carry him off for drive!"
j AS she spoke, she was dipping her
5csoft handkerchief into stream at the
dirty sink, and washing the not over
-clean and fever-fushed little face. OF
the soiled slip and shrunken flannel
skirt she took no notice, and as the
moaning child, soothed and refreshed,
smiled up into her face, she stopped
and kissed the little forehead.
Had she been an Amazon, instead of
merely cain, incapable woman, Mrs.
Gresham would have been won by at
tsntion like this to her darling, and
standing with arms akimbo, a flock Of
oare-footed boys and girls in the back
ground, she complacently watched her
visitor step into the luxurious carriage,
gather the lap-robe over the baby and
lrive away toward the green fields in
he distance. Then she drew long
breath of wonder and pride.
Was it fancy. or, when the hour was
over and the little one brought back,
did Mrs. Jenner perceive an effect as
of picking up and Strengthening out in
the wretched living room? Had Mrs.
Gresham for once endeavored to ''tidy
the place a bit, that it might wear
more cheerful look in her visitors
eyes?
If so, the little lady made no sign.
In day or two she came again, bring
ing a scarlet geranium and a pot of
mignonette-a pretty ribbon also for lit
tie Lucy's hair
II thought one Of the boys would
fix a little shelf where these flowers
could stand in the sunshine" she said,
simply.
And the result, which she expected,
followed; for the bright flowers begged
in their own win5ome way for clear
pane of glass and gained it. The
clean pane was the entering wedge.
Mrs. Jenner observed it, and mentally
thanked God for so much progress. A
clean floor would come in time. And
the ribbon made Lucy happy and ami
able. She behaved better all day.
Jake, a big, shutting fellow, with
the prison faint upon him, unable to
get work because of the report of his
dishonesty, which made every one sus-
picious, was Mrs. Jenner's next OBJ
ject Of attack. She prayed over that
boy; she went from one tradesman to
another, trying to obtain work for him;
she listened with patience while his
voice, besought Mrs. Jenner to clothe
the lad decently. Fortunately Mrs.
Jenner knew where and when to say
NO"
Sullen and mortified, the boy avoided
her gaze, slouched out of the house
when he saw her coming, hung his
head and answered her CURLY when
she surprised him within. But none
the less was Mrs. Jenner determined,
God helping her, to save Jake.
81 wouldn't insult him by giving him
Clothes" she replied, when Mrs
Gresham had been moo urgent than
usual; but if Jake Will earn the money
to pay for them'-
Earn the money! calculated Mrs.
Gresham, with scornful sniff. Its
likely he could earn it, when his char
acter's is gone, and not soul in town
will employ him at any price"
81 will employ him myself, and pay
him, too" promptly responded his
friend, not minding the obstinate set Of
Jake's shoulders, and the hinging
back of his shaggy head. The hair
had grown since the prison shears had
cropped it closely.
"Jake," she said, looking at him
winningly, my pony, Frisk, needs
somebody to groom him, and l
want him exercised every morn
ing. Mr. Jenner was saying this
very day that the lawn-mowor will
rust if it isn't used, to say nothing of
its being a shame that our lawn should
look worse than any in the neighbour
hood. Now, if you'll come and take
charge Of Frisk, and see to the lawn,
you shall be well paid, and you'll soon
earn as fine suit of clothing as a young
man deserves"
The light leaped into the lads face.
If he had a passion for any thing, it
was for horses, and to take care of
Mrs. Jenner's pony seemed to him pro-
motion indeed. What Mrs. Jenner had
gone through in persuading Donald,
her trusty old coachman, to suffer this
new recruits invasion, she alone could
have told. But Donald was Christian,
like his mistress, and could refuse her
nothing when the appeal was made ''in