The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1888-12-13
TRUSTING IN PROVIDENCE.

Robbins. warming her elsv like Cog,
over the blsEs of sa afmial Of piae 70
which she had iast thrown on the o.
And I'm very GLAD. mother, we've sot .
rassst apples safe 10 the cellar. Tor IL is
them ] plsoc my main depesdeuce for I
interest money this yeAr.
Mrs Robbins set kuit.iDg 10 the cns'
ionsd rocka-a wrintlej, bright eyed. !
tie old woman. whose cap was alsays spc
Iess clean aud whose dresses never SCENE
10 wear ou,.
Frost, ebi she said
/ rather guess so. responded Eliza with
sbiyer. Stars 3 shinin' like so many dil
mond specks. and . new moon behind II
pinesi
Well, Ms . good thing We amt stints
for wood. cheeriulIy observed Mrs. Rot
bins.
You sss always finding out some goo
thing or other. mother. said Elsa q it'll
petulsntly.
La. child, the world is full Of 'eml sal
Mrs. Robbins, who had sweet plaintiv
voice like vhippoorwill. The Lord He
. deal better 10 us than We deserve.
Well, then, qusintly remarked Elsa,
may ss we'll tell you now IS ever. that th
roofs leakin' dreadful bad.
Leakiu'. is itf said Mrs. Robbins
Where?
Up gsrret, said Elsa. over the ives
store-room.
Well. it's lucky 1t amt leskin' over tb,
room that we live in. said the inveterats
old optimist. II it was to leak at all, il
couldn't have selected better spot
And the fence is down in the north lot,
Elsa, and peighbor Carter's cat.
tie are all in.
Bless mel said Mrs. Robbins. Well,
there amt much but rock aud mullen
stalks 10 that lot. anyhow. aud neigbbor
Carter don't half feed his cattle. I'm glad
he poor creatures can have good bite
Tor once 10 their lives.
And have letter from Walters wid-
,w, added Elsa, and she wants to come
lere with her children.
Tell her to come. said Mrs. Robbins.
L ain't fine city place, and maybe she
md tie little ones will find 1t hard to make
,ut on mush and molssses and baked po
stoes as we do, But she's my nepbew's
vidow and shall he welcome here.
But, mother, said Elsa, think what you
re doing. Another family in this cramp
d up little house lot OF noisy children
acing and screaming sbout-a fine lady
o be waited Oh, who certainly is as able to
axe care Of herself as We are to take care
4 her And you know that we owe . lar
% bill at the grocers and we haven't paid
or the COW yet, and the tailoress business
, getting duller every year now thst folks
ave taken the notion 10 60 to the city for
heir little boys suits. And
Well. child--well. serenely interposed
be old lady. God will provide. He al
'ays does. And it is . dreadful thing to
Q widow and homeless. Write 10 her,
.Isa, and tell her.
But size has no money to travel with,
luntly added Elsa. She wants US TO send
or twenty dollars. She has written to
er cousin Msrrett, up at the grange, and
icy won't even answer her letter.
Dear me. that's bad cooed Mrs. Rob
ins. No money at ell. Poor soul poor
,ul!
Well-but mother, pleaded Elsa. We
went any money, either-to spare.
There's the chicken money, said Mrs.
obbins. looking wistfully up.
But that was to buy you warm, new
oak. mother.
Well. I'll make the old cray shawl do
. another year. said Mrs. Robbins. And
alters widow must have money to pay
II travelling expenses poor thingl II
u very wrong OF Olivia Marrett not to
'swer her letter very. But Olivia and
" husband we're always close. It's her
'ture. / s'pcse.
And Elsa broke ont laughing with tear
the corner OF her hard. gray eyes.
You dear old mother! said she. / be
we should have lost faith in human
ture and everything else, long ago. il it
,dn't been for you. Let Walters poor
dow and her children come. We are
'or, and 10 debt, and cant find bread for
Z two selves, but l believe for once I'll
low your example. mother, and trust 10
evidence
And she sat down and wrote to Walter
,bbins' widow. enclosing the last twenty
liar bill. which was TO have bought that
I'm winter cloak for the old lady who
. 50 contentsdly knitting in the fire.
bit.
Mrs. Walter Robbins vas sitting BY the
. also. but not inch fire as illuminated
} farm house kitchen with softer shine |
IN any electric light II was mere
ndful Of Goals. IN broken CRATE. over /
icb she bent with shudder, as the wind
wled by, shaking the windows and rat
~ the shade. She was mending the
lldren's stockings, and. as she worked, |
title girl crept out Of the bed and stole /
'oss the floor TO her side.
l cant get warm. said she.
10 there sny hre1
fiie. dear. said Mrs. Robbins.
We can't have much. for there's only
sk OF coal left 10 the box.
dsm ne. vent on the child. why dont Z
! fire, shine red and bright like The |
y zee through other peoples windows
n nsiin.ess