Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1890-04-10
ut is MORE BLESSED
An Excellent Remedy for sprains
Ankle.


ingly, her pretty, dark eyebrows drawn
together with perplexed wrinkles.
"We've read to her, sung for her and
told her stories by the hour, and yet,
though she seems as grateful as can be,
she isn't bit happy under it all, as any
one with two eyes could see."
1.-THE fruits and flowers are no novel
ty," Emily Perry sighed. "She is used
to luxuries Of all sorts"
"And even good stories and books
must get tame when there's nothing
else to amuse, and fellow can't help
herself" Dot Dillon said, soberly.
The other girls laughed. "a fellow
with broken ankle-bone isn't in a very
nice fix" one of them assented, land
suppose that our best efforts to please
her must sometimes tire her out"
"Girls!'' 1t was Kitty Carroll's voice
this time, and little infection of hope
tulness began to spread through the
group. We've been following beauti
full truth in dreadfully one-sided way,
that's what's the trouble. We've all
been saying: 1T is more blessed to give
than to receive and have blessed our
selves by showering time and oranges
and half our pocket-money on dear old
Blanche. Now suppose we give her
chance to win similar blessings, and do
little of the giving herself / don't
suppose it has ever occurred to her, ly-
ing there, a tired, little invalid, day
after day."
"Why, what an ideal What could she
give, and how?"
"Innumerable things, and in many
ways" Kitty answered brightly. Her
wrists are not broken, you know, If her
ankle is. She can learn to crochet
warm baby-sacks for that blue-looking
little baby of Mrs. Wade's. She can be
well propped up with lap-board before
her, and cut out work for the Saturdays
sewing-class. Oh, there are dozens of
little things she can do; one will lead to
anotherl Then farewell to boredom,
and hail to fresh interest in life, and
the blessing of giving, for invalid
Blancher'
What head you hayer' Bertha said,
with such honest admiration that gem
eral laugh followed.
But it mustn't seem cut-and-dried
scheme" Kitty warned. 1.-THE idea
must occur to the child herself. Dot
and / are going there after school.
Trust us to manage it," and here a |
sharp little bell scattered the smiling |
group, and sent them to books and |
classes.
That evening two bright checked |
maidens entered the pretty sick-room, |
taking with them breath of fresh oc-
tober air, and an added air of girlish |
brightness.
How goes it, patient one?" Dot
asked, kissing the fair cheek OF her
friend.
'ohl very we'll, thank you. Every
day is day ended, you know"
"And you are glad to have them go?"
"Why, yes, Kitty, how could it be
otherwise? Every body has to bother
with me, and I'm only a nuisance my
self"
blessed be nuisances!" Kitty laughed.
THAT was what Rob called himself last
night, when he tried to wind my wool
and got into such muss. Boys are so !
funny, anyway You see l was in a
frantic hurry, for / did want to get
some crocheting begun, and yet there
were all my lessons to get; and Bob
tried to help me out by getting the
wool ready"
well he must be more interested in
cheeseman's and hair-pin balls than most
brothersi" Blanche exclaimed, laughing,
too.
'sOhl but it wasn't to be hair-pin balls
or any thing of that sort" Kitty inter-
rupted, eagerly, ''just comfortable baby
sacks for the most frozen up little
bit of humanity you ever saw-Mrs.
Wade's baby-such a poor, miserable
baby, that Rob's warm heart quite melt
ed over its case"
Blanche was sitting up against her
pillows with an unwonted glow in her
face. kitty" she exclaimed, why
did / never learn TO crochet! l might
make those baby sacksl 1t would
warm me more than the babyl"
"Well. say now, fellows"-Dot's long
association with six brothers of assorted
sizes had made her speech shockingly
boyish-''this looks like an opening for
me. have absolutely nothing to en-
gage nv valuable time for days to
come. Why not let me teach you to
croch et?'
oh, You dearl You may talk base
ball and cycling club all you please, If
you'll only Conner
Happy Il" sighed Dot, with saucy
little courtesy toward Lady Blanche
I'm be on hand at five o'clock to-mor-
row, armed with balls and needles!
Come Kitty! If 1 don't actually drag
you off you'll be here till that charmed
hour tomorrow. Don't you see how
dark its getting?" and Dot, Juggling at
her friends sleeve, blew shower OF ut
tie kisses toward the invalid. and In an
other minute both girls we're gone.
When Mrs. Rhea entered the room'
half an hour later, she looked in some
surprise at the sunshiny face OF her
small daughter. "Did the girls bring
you something quite new?n she asked,
.Sonderingly. /