Woman's chronicle. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1888-1???, 1890-02-22

ready sympathy, and the blood bounds through
their veins with the hearts action and the desire to
make the world better for having lived in it,
''What did you do today?" queried of one Of
the little creatures who was cycling me earnestly.
~ slipped into rich lady's boudoir as the work
of poor seamstress was handed her. She was
about to send her away without the money and l
logged her memory about the poor sick mother at
home, Of whom she had been told, and the rich
lady gave the woman an extra dollar or two, and
for the life of me don't know whose heart was
the lighter, the poor or the rich woman's."
AS she finished another one spoke:
''The other day I went to woman whose selfish
soul was awakened by the loss of beautiful
child, and whispered in her ear of the children's
hospital, and today helped to bind up the heart
all torn and bleeding--for it was a mothers heart
after ALL She took room in the childrens hos
pital and fitted it up with the sacred furnishings
home. wept with her as she turned the contents
of little toy bank into her pocket-handkerch
to contribute to the memorial. We hung the
baby's portrait on the wall, and over the door the
simple name Louise Do you not know, the
occupant of that little bed in the hospital will have
a friend, and think you not the bunch of flowers
sent daily to the little sufferer will be a boon
greater to the giver than any one else?"
"And l., said another little sweet faced sprite,
"saw man last night hurrying home-a very rich
man he was. | knew where he lived and had been
watching long time for some chance to do him
service, and just as he was about to board car
a poor old woman fell in the street near him. l
whispered in his ear-nay, | shrieked-'she's
somebody's mother-somebody' mother-some-
body's mother; 60 to her-go to her-she will die
she will die and he went. He called carriage
and took her to her home, and the poor old soul
died in her mean lodgings holding my rich mans
hand That mans heart hasn't been in such q
hopeful condition for years. He paid the funeral
expenses and senta check to the Old Ladies'
Home, and actually babe them not publish it in
the papers"
"Our work is Slow" spoke the first little speaker
once more; "because it is confined to individuals.
but we brighten their lives great deal for all that.
The flower mission is one happy diversion against
their prevalent disease Self We endeavor to in
terest the neglected rich in the temperance work.
But, alas' temperance is very unpopular vlrtue"
and all her companions sighed with her.
"Ihe rich" she continued, "build up barrier
between themselves and the outside world, and the
uyihS Vi Vne cnlluren never reaches their ears il
it does, they bethink them of the wall and the dis
lance, and then they can build it higher if need
De- so the wolves come to their very portals and
deVour the brother, and the sisters and the little
Ones out the rich hear it motor feign not to
hear The little mnistering maiden looked very
sad.
1--WE have very difficult work to perform to-
night, said another. ave are going to large
pail and we wish to urge these poor neglected rich
people to think kindly of each other;' and with
this they vanished into air.
where have they gone" said l, peering about.
i, "Has your headache left you, dear?" 1t was
the gentle voice of sweet Cousin Miriam,
How long have you been here?" l ask.
,, i've been rubbing your head, dear, for some
little time"
MI w. Miriam I've had such strange dream.
Where