Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1890-07-24
OF NO USE.
Make me of use my God.
Let me not be forgot;

Let me not be forgot;
Let not Thy child be cast aside.
One whom Thou modest not!
Little Jenny Briggs sang these
words perched up in the kitchen win
dow near her mothers ironing table.
It was almost dusk, and Jenny was
darning away very busily, hopingto
have the last pair Of socks in the
basket finished before daylight was
quite gone.
The basket had been heapel with
stockings ofall sizes from the fathers
BIG blue socks down to Watty's holy
red ones, as Jenny called them. Jen-
nv liked to begin on it when it Was
filled up SO, for she had learned to-
darn so nicely, and las very proud
of her accomplishment. Besides, it
was so nice to show mother each
pair as she finished it, and hear her
say:
"Well done girlie!'' or you're u
veal Jcnny-that you are!'
Jenny was singing on
Thou usest all Thy works.
The weakest things that I've;
Each has q service o his own,
For all things wait on Thee.
There, now" interrupted the
mother, you must come down from
the window and set the table, little
woman. The clock has struck six,
and father and Ben will be here d.
rectly. Never mind about that last
pair, now. See what it is to be SO
useful that you're wanted for two
things at once"
Jenny laughed as she stuck her nec-
die into her cushion, and sprang
down from her seat. At the same
moment, q boy who had been sitting
near raised himself on his crutches
and came to his mothers side.
Cant help, mother?"
Perhaps the mother was too busy
to notice the plaintive tone of the
question, for she answered rather
hastily:
Not now, Hugh! I've nothing for
you to do. And stand aside, my
dear. I'm in a great hurry to finish
these things
"We haven't any beef to shave to-
night, Hugh" said Jenny merrily;
land, of course, can fly around and
get tea better than you could!'
And the child hustled around like a
busy bee.
Hugh turned and hoped away on
his crutches to the farthest window,
and few bitter tears coursed down
his cheeks.
Its we'll enough for Jenny to sing
that hymn" he said to himself, "but
there's never anything can do"
Here we are! bless your dear
hearts! How're you all got on to
day?''
At the sound of his fathers ste1
outside, Hugh had slipped in to {
back room. The rest all turned ca
gerly to greet him as he entered. fol
lowed by Ben, a stout lad of four
teen.
Just.as her husband came in, Mrs
Briggs hung up her last piece ant
set aside the irons to cool, saying
'There. it's DONE"
"It's too much, for you, though,
am afraid, MOTHER" said the father
with a half sigh. "You have ha.
hard work enough to do for all ofus
without taking in any,"
"Never mind" was the CHEEKY an
swer; 1--WE must all help pull over thi
tight place. And besides, you dom
know how much Mary and Jenn,
help me. now that they are out G
Mother won't have to do it long
wili she, father? Not if l get tina
place, at least" said Ben, 'sfor the
i can pay my own way. Hurrah."
An, there comes my little Mar,
Been doing mothers errands. m
girl? But where is Hugh?" said tn
father looking about.
"Hughie en- e sink.room w;n;n
his eyes!" said little Watty.
"Wiping his eyes. What's tn
matter?"
Not much, guess, said the mott
er in low voice, or nothing new
mean: he gets fretty and mopin
some days; and no wonder, l sui
pose, poor boy!'
Ben directly made an errand int
the eink-room. ~
Hello. Hugh, here you are!" sai
he cheerily; hold ON q minute till
wash my hands and then let's ha,