Daily Yellowstone journal., 1890-09-06

tina VI quarry road, where a Ialse
step might pitch him down fifty feet
among the sharp rocks. And such a
pretty little chap as he is, too! won
der | never thought o. that"
She caught her bingham sunbonnet
from its pegs and ran out into the pur-
pie softness Of the dewy twilight.
AT the end of the lane she saw her
husband leaning over the bars and
staring at the pale crescent of the new
moon.
"Eliphalet," said she, SIN mortal
'fraid the little boy'l stray into that
quarry road"
Jerusalem" uttered Mr.. Emmons.
Lets go arter him! Or stay-you're
a better walker than l be. You go down
the road as fast as ever you can, and
I'll wait here"
sand s'pose ! find him, whatll dol"
"Why, bring him back here!"
"Ehg'
Bring him back here" reiterated
Mrs. Emmons. He's n pretty, frank
spoken boy. guess we can manage
some way"
She stood in the path. watching and
waiting.
Parson Barrett had always preached
how merciful the good Lord was. Surely
he would not allow an innocent child
like that to wander to his own d~estruc-
ton.
But" thought Mrs. Emmons, wiring
ing her hands, IF he has straye,l into
that old road-and the fences are down
in more places than one-I shall always
feel as if | had sent him to his DEATH"
She could not stand there n prey to
those remCrsoful thoughts. She hur-
ried back 10 the house. lighted the
cheerful lamps, set ont bread and milk
and a loaf of election cake on the table
and kindlei Il fire To make the kettle
boil.
''Eliphalet's right. she said. THE
old house would be a different house il
there wa "A child running around il. l
do-hope"-
Here we be, mother" called a loud,
hearty voice, and once more Mrs. En-
mons indurated heart lcaped up in an.
W. to the words Me and little
Benny. He was settin' a-cryin' under
the e~lderberry bushes by the Methodist
buryin' ground. He'd lost his way,
poor little Teller. And wasn't he glad
to see Inc. though! Here we be-"
Where's the catg" joyfully cried
Benny, running into the rs IL GER
tain of a welcome.
Benny" said Mrs. Emmons color.
ing, ''do--do you think you could learn
to call me mother' II you can III try
and do the best ! can by you"
Mother" spoke up the child, lifting
his rosy lips to kiss her. And is he
my father, tooG"
The middle aged couple looked at
each other; their hard faces softened.
"EliplIalet," said Mrs. Emmons,
well keep the child"
1T shall be as you say" acquiesced
Eliphalet.
They kept linn, and little Benny
revolutionized the whole house.
'Sister Emmons comes far more
regularly to church of late" said the
parson. 'SheIs so Interested in the
progress that child makes in Sunday
school. And il seems as If her soul
had, somehow, woke ~"
sour house is different house" said
Eliphalet 'Sarah's left of frettin'
and took TO laughin', and its all Ben
ny's dom. There amt no sunshine in
life like happy, healthy child. And
she's even talkin' about adopting n lit.
tie girl from the asylum 10 keep him
company. Says it does her good to
hear children hollcrin' 's,lamma. mann.
ma. about the house,
"BleSs the Lord for all his mercies."
solemIly spoke Parson Barrett.
And in her heart Sarah Emmons
echoed his words. - Helen Forrest
Graves in Philadelphia Saturday Night.