Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1890-07-12
NELllE'S GIFT.

A Misspciled Word That Reached Right
Up TO Heaven.
The following story was read to u
great Sabbath school missionary meet-
ing in Broad Street church, Burlington,
N. j., by little girl whose clear, sweet
voice could be heard in every part of the
room, and il thrilled every heart:
Did you ever want anything awful
bad aud then have it conner Then you
know how l felt when that package
came from my auntie in New York and
opened it and found pair of real silk
mitts Jack said they were just "splen-
dor-if-ic," and Jacks my brother and
he knows. l had wanted some for ever
no long, but didn't say much about it,
cause when you live in a little cuddled'
up house and your papa has to buy
bread and shoes for so many, the money
all flies away before it gets around to
what little girls want.
don't know how auntie found it out
unless Santa Claus told her. and it wasn't
near Christmas time, either They were
such pretty brown mitts. Tilly Jones
said they were just the color of my hands,
but didn't care for that. Little hands
will get brown when they weed the gar
den and do SO many things. / looked at
them most u hundred times in two days,
| guess, and then ii came Sunday.
Wasn't l glad! l put them on and
walked to church, just SO. Jack said
hold my paws like scared rabbit, but
didn't ever see rabbit with mitts on.
1t isn't right to think too much about
what you wear when you go to Sunday
school, and by and by | didn't, for we
had such a good Sunday school forgot
everything else. A missionary man told
all the folks about some poor little chill
dren away off; how the fire had burned
down their school house. and they hadn't
any nice houses, or clothes, or anything,
but they We're trying SO hard to get along
and to learn: and he said what was given
to those little ones was just the same as
giving to Jesus. Think of that! Just
the same as giving TO the dear Christ
childl Just supposed everybody would
give. Why, some of the folks are worth
as much rs $40 or 800, and yet that
basket stayed most empty
/ did wish | was rich, and all at once
| remembered the poor widow in the
Bible. I'd read it that very morning
how she had given her two mitts, every
living mitt she had it said SO. SO
slipped mine off and dropped them into
the basket, and was glad, if my throat
did all choke eup. But pretty soon, when
that basket was carried up, the gentle
man picked them right out. Has any
little girl lost her gloves" Nobody said
anything, and he asked again: did any
little girl drop her gloves in the basket
by mistakeg" 1t was awful still in that
room, and l thought he was looking right
at me, so had to say something. 1T
wasn't mistake" told him; 81 wanted
to help and hadn't any money, but
knew how the poor woman in the Bible
gave her two mitts, and so"- Then
those folks just shouted, they did; and
felt as if ia like to drop right down
through the floor.
/ knew | had made some dreadful
blunder, but couldn't see what; for il
mites don't spell mitts what does II
spell2 Course l cried, but my teacher
put her arm right around me and whis
pered, Never mind, little Nellie" anG
she stood up and said, with her voice
all trembling: Dear friends, this lit
tie girl had given her greatest treas
ure; have we older ones done as muchT
Some way the money just poured int
that basket after that, and the mission
airy looked gladder and gladder. The,
brought my mitts back to me ant
teacher said she would show me how Il
get some money to give. But o, how
full that basket was. And when tha
gentleman counted it his eyes grew al
wet and he said softly Though l didn'
know what he meant, "A little chill
| shall lead them "-EXchange.