The national leader., 1889-02-16

mine lives, friend who will be kind
to YOu.'
The other girl, who had been bustl-
ing about the room, making pre-
tense of setting it in order. cast sharp
glance towards the bed, then gaZed
sullenly out of the one miserable win
dow
EN- will feel bad if 1 leave her."
whispered the sick girl hesitatingly.
The powers of light and darkness were
battling within her.
Did you ever leave widowed
mother to feel bad-to break her heart
over your questioned the doctor with
a penetrating look. The time seemed
ripe for inquiry.
The girl threw up her arms with a
despalring gesture, and bitter cry
escaped her.
yes, yesl Oh, yes. 1t seems so
long ago. have been so wicked. l
am not 6t to remember She began
to rave again and beg for drink.
DR.. Mary prepared quleting draught.
Then taking advantage Of the tempor-
ary lull she removed the bottle standing
on the dirty mantle and with strong
| fingers sent it crashing through
broken pane into the court below. She
looked steadily at the girl En-, and
said In low distinct tones:
rs not this girls true name Ella
Hilton, and did you not entice her
| from her home year ago last AugustP'
Ems defiant look fell. She was old
enough to know her own mind. She
said her mother wasn't good to her.
Argument was useless. DR.. Mary
now knew that she had found Sarah
Hilton's lost child, and, with a deep
throb Of thankfulness, she went away
to make preparation for getting the
| girl out of the hands of her worthless
companion.
Perhaps even EN- may be redeemed
some day. thought the doctor. Heaven
hasten the hourl,
! 4
Nearly two years later. Or. Mary
alghts from her plain carriage at the
iron gate of a handsome building, with
spacious grounds, lofty trees, and well
tended flower beds.
No high sounding title is enblazoned
above tie wide door; no suggestive
name conveying half reproach, and
tending To repel rather Than to attract
those whom the place is designed to
benefit. The simple word ''Rest"
wrought into the brick work tells of
broken hearts made glad again, or
storm-spent, buffetted lives taking p
once more the light burden OF daily
usefulness, Of the lost and widely
mourned finding one another at last.
The rich have built the material
walls out o the abundance, but the
gray haired woman and the thought full
eyed younger one at her side who stand
in the doorway to welcome their idol.
we'll know how DR.. Mary values their
work and their help.
'It's like the shadow of great rock
in weary lan1.' Heaven put it into
the souls of men and wollen to build
still othersP thinks D.. Mary as she
C asps hands with Sarah Hilton and
her daughter.
She moves through the rooms with
kindly words for the busy occupants.
and stops longest by a sewing
where sits girl with black eyes and
dark, abundant hair, a girl whose face
lights up as she ceases the play of the
treadle to return the DOCTORS earnest
greeting.
Doctor, l want to tell you about a
letter l received yesterday. 1t was
from Tom, the man 1 told you of
Once;' her cheeks took on a deeper
crimson. 'He-wants me to marry bim
now. He says he has little home out
West, and he will come for me next
month. We can live decent and re-
spectacle out there, and no one can
twit us with what's past and gone.'
DR., Mary puts her arm around the
girls shapely shoulders.
That IS good news, indeed, En-, and
l rejoice with you from the bottom OF
my heart. You must be sure and write
to me when you are settled A look
or pleasure CLEANS on The girls face.
and tears are standing on her black,
curling lashes, as she gazes after the
DOCTORS moving form.
She's an angel of God. If it hadn't
been for her, l should be poor. lost
scorned creature to tn s day. She be-
lieves in giving folks a chancep
The tears rolled down the softened
outlines of her cheek now, and she
| resumes nor WORK, pressing ner nanu
with caressing movement on the letter
in the pocket Of her neat gingham
gown. and the burden OF her soundless
song that keeps time In her heart to
the steady whirr Of the machine is this
and ever this, TO llye decent and re-
spectacle. Never to be tWitted Of
what's past and gonel'
| And /, EudOra Blake, who pen this
chronicle and brief abstract remind
DR.. Mary, when she comes home filled
with enthusiasm and renewed energy,
of that discouraged moment when she
sighed:
Il wish it were possible to find one
human being whom could truly helpl'
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