Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1889-02-20

on the dirty mantle and with strong
fingers sent Il crashing through a
broken pane into the court below. She
l. oEed steadily at the girl En-, aud
sail in low distinct tones;
is not tits girls true name Ella
Hilton, and did you not entice her
from her home a year ago last Augustt'
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, " tn a deep
throb uf thanEfuluess, she Went away
10 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'
Nearly two years later. Dr. Mary
ahghts from her plain carriage at the
iron gate OF handsome bun ing, " IA
spacious grounds, lofty trees, aud well
tended flower beds.
No high sounding title Is { DDlazOned
above lie wide door; no suggestive
name conveying half TeprOacI, 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, OF
storm-spent, buffetted lives taking p
once more the light burden Of daily
usefulness, OF the lost and " .dely
mOurned finding one another At last.
The rich have built the material
walls out o the abundance, but tie
gray-halred woman and the thoughtful
eyed younger one at her side who stand
in the doorway to welcome their idol.
well know how DR.. Mary values their
work and their help.
It's like the shadow of a great rock
in a weary lani.' Heaven put il INTO
the souls of men and wOneu to build
still othersl thinks ID Mary a5 she
casps 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-machIne
where sits girl with black eyes and
dark, abundant hair, gIrl whose tare
lights up as she ceases the play of the
tre4die TO return the doctors raTu-S.
! greeting.
Doctor. l want TO tell you about a
| letter l received yesterday. II wda
/ from Tom, the man l told you of
! once;' her cheeks took on a deeper
! crimson. 'He-wants me to mary hIm
now. He says he has lit q home out
| West, and he will come tor me next
| month. We can live decent and re-
! spectacle out there, and no one can
twit US with whats past anl gone.
DR., Mary puts her arm around the
/ girls shapely shoulders.
| That Is good news indeed Em and
| rejoice with you from The bottom d,
my heart. You must be sure aui write
| To me when you are settled \ look
OF pleasure CLEANS on the girls face,
and tears are standing on her black,
curling lashes, as she gazss after the
! doctors moving form.
She's an angel of God. II 1t hadn't
been for her. l should be poor. lost
scorned creature 10 IN s day. She be-
lieves in giving folks chancep
The tears rolled down the softened
outlines of !1er cheek now, aud she
resumes her work, pressing her hand
| with caTessing movement on tile letter
in the pocket OF her neat glEghan
gown, and the burden Of her souudless
song that keeps time in her heart to
the STEADY whlrr of the machine Is this
and ever this, To hye decent and re-
spectacle. Never to Re twlttrI of
what's past and gOnel'
And /, EudOra Blake, y hO pen thi.
1 chronicle and brief abstract remind
DR.. Mary, when she comes home filed
with enthusiasm and renewed e.eTgv,
OF that discouraged momeu- when She
sighed:
i wish It were possible to find one
human beng whom | could { NY help.