The Newtown bee., 1889-09-13
press of suffering so plainly stamped up-

young friend have brought to talk to you. S'You'll find her much more en- tertaining than your prosy old father"
 SHarry!n said Dorothy, pleasantly, ''why, that's my dear little brothers name; how good it is to hear it once more."
 'He's lucky fellow to have you for sister, said the boy, his quick fancy caught by her voice and manner.
 Finding another large chair for Dor othy, Mir Taylor drew up a camp chair for himself, thankful that Harry could forget his weariness and suffering for awhile and presently he found himself listening, too, until the book he held fell upon the deck, as Dorothy holding her open fan to shade her face from the glare, told of her simple life among the mountans-or Harry's care of the COW or chickens, and how anxious he was to grow up and take care of his mother.
 But" she added, her quick sympathy divining the sick boys thoughts, Harry has to work very hard, for we are poor; so very poor that am leaving this dear home to live in Norfolk for nearly q year"
 ''In Norfolk v interrupted Harry Fay Tor, eagerly. ''I am so glad--that is, if leave you must-for I live in Norfolk and now we shall see you often, every day, perhaps; can't we father" he asked in voice so bright and natural as to gladden. his fathers heart.
 And so it came to pass that one of the prettiest, if most pathetic sights in Nor l folk, was this young girl, overflowing with youth and strong individuality, de- voting herself to these two afflicted ones they rich in this worlds goods, she in her boundless health and faith. Never once did she repine or fret over their ex- actions; never once did she find room in her heart for aught save pity for them, infinite gratitude for her own blessings. But let her tell the story of those days in her own words:
 My precious mother" she wrote, II do get so desperately homesick for you all sometimes, that I have to steal of and have good cry all to myself. But then, as dear Mrs Barry says, am only away from you for Il little while, no
 longer, in fact, than other girls of my age who are of at boarding school. And
 the blessed thought of all is that l am not only learning, as they are, but help
 ing you besides. You know how used to grieve because 1 could not have ad- vantages in music, though you always said, Patience; your chance will come in time if it is well for you to have it. "Now the chance has come, and am
 learning so fast. About the only thing poor Mamie cares for is music and,
 though she can practise but little at a time, it tires her so to sit up, she plays beautifully. Well, I would be in the room always when Prof Kelly came and, though l only knew what you had taught me at home, could understand what he explained so patiently to Nam nette, and every spare minute l had would practice. Somehow, Prof Kelly found this out and, one. dayf when he came and found Nanette sick, he said This hour is unoccupied; sit down, Miss Dent, and play over these,' placing some exercises before me. was dread fully frightened, and when had finish cd he asked me what instruction 1 had had. None, except from my mother,
 l said, and what l had learned through hearing his instructions to Nannette.' Then he said: Ooh, mamma, think of it) that had talent and would make fine , musician if l worked hard, and that he had q spare half hour always after Nan.
 nette's lesson and would give that time to me, if Mrs Barry was willing. Wher
 I tried to thank him, he said, Hush
 child, it is good to find an enthusiastic i, pupil once in while and went out. Sc now, every afternoon when Nannette , lies down to rest, 1 have that time te
 practice, and am improving wonderfully The other time read to her, for she is
 not strong enough to study, and we play games and have very pleasant times E When the poor little thing is cross, I re
 member how she suffers, how she many
 times cannot sleep at night for the pain , and that helps me to be patient.
 'Pleasant days, Harry Taylor takes l us driving in his pretty carriage, and il } 1t rains he is almost sure to send his car , riage for us, he gets so lonely. We have
 lovely times in his beautiful library, fol , he has collections of coins, minerals and , shells, and knows all about them, too, SC
 that it is like listening to lecture, when he is strong enough to talk. But he grows weaker and thinner every day
 and his cough is dreadful; the doctor says he cannot last through the Winter. Dear Harry, he is so good to me; indeed he is good to everybody, so patient and brave, so different from the selfish, im- patient boy I knew at first. Dear ma ma, when see how he and poor little Nannette suffer, and think of my own me OF every side, am too thankful for words, but just say very deep down in my heart: It is all from the King And am trying very hard to live for this King, from whom | receive so much. And now with kiss for Harry and the twins, and heart full of love for my precious mother, D. D. "P. S.--That means Dear Daughter ,
 A few weeks later, when the rough ] winds of March were blowing, Harry ] Taylor lay upon a lounge in his beauti- } ful library. Close beside him sat his } father, clasping in his own the slender . wasted fingers. Suddenly opening hi big, bright eyes, Harry said: Father 1. have the right-can give the cottage and the five thousand dollars Uncl, : Harry left me to whom choose?"
 : Certainly, dear boy, they are your - to do with as you plcasc,r answered hi