San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-03-13

have given her up long ago; Alick has
robbed me of her entirely. Now about
your benevolent project; | mean to carry
it out. Do you know the Children's In
durable Hospital. Mazda Waller Violet |,
always working for that. There is to be
a Muriel Cot in memory of the dear lit
tie baby she lost. Now why should | not
have 'Children's Hive and make those
special bees gather honey for those little
inCurable children, / call that a lovely
idea Look. that end hive under the ap-
ple-tTee shall be the one. Miss Fenton,
you have emanCipated me; / feel philan-
thrOpist already; the world will be the bet
ter for me and my workers"
looked at her admiringly; such love
ly color had come to her face, and her
eyes looked so bright and happy. | felt ]
understood Gay CheritOn from that mo-
ment. She was one of those guileless, in
noCent natures that are long in throwing
off childhood. She was full of generous
impulses, frank aud OutSpOken to fault
she yoke of life pressed lightly on her; she
was like an unbridled colt; that had never
felt the curb or the spur; gentle guidance,
a word from those she loved, was sufficient
to restrain her.
knew now why Joyce had called her
the little auntie; there was an air Of ex.
treme youth about her; she was so very
lOvable that diminutiveneSS suited her,
and | thought her fathers pet name OF
humming bird suited her exactly: she waS
so quick and bright and restless, her vi
tality and energy demanded constant
movement
How am Chattering." she said at last.
And have all the vases to fill before
luncheon, but, as | told you last night, |
am fond of talking if can get anyone to
listen to me. Adelaide never will listen
to me patiently; she says | am such
chattPr-bOX. Goodbye for the present,
Miss FentOn."
And she tripped away, singing in such
fresh young voice as she went down the
orchard that did not wonder when a lit
tie brown inuet perched on a rOse-bush
answered her. | Ihlnk the birds must
have loved to hear her.
| sat for some time contemplating the
low white gate and the row of bee-hives.
| was rather pleased with the idea | had
started a word in season sometimes
brings a rich harvest. | thought some
time of the tiny workers in their brown
livery bringing in their rich stores for the
afflicted children; and it seemed to me
that the Offering would be a sweet SAVIOR
to the Master who loved children.
fell into reverie over it; ! thought
how much might be done for others with
little cost if people would only think; it
is want of thought that clogs usefulness.
Great sacrifices are so seldom demanded
from us; we are not now called upon to
6, 10. all h,,t b,I nd
the Christ little daily duties, small
hourly renunciations, pleasures given up
for some cheerful loving service; these
are the free-will offerings that all may
yield; only the people must give willing
ly" "
The morning passed pleasantly in the
sunny orchard: when the children tired
of their play we went back to the house,
that they might have their MONDAY sleep.
| was sitting alone in the nursery, mend
ing RegGie's pinafOre, when | heard the
clatter of noisy footsteps in the corridor,
and a moment after the nursery latch was
lifted without ceremony, and Rolf peepedN
in. He had droll, half-ashamed expires
sion on his face, but it bore no trace of
yesterdays ill-humOr.
May come in, if you please, Mrs. New
NurSe>'
My name is Miss Fenton, as told you
yesterday; or you may call me nurse If
you choose. Yes, you may come in and
talk to me if you like, Master Rolf; but
you must be very quiet, as your little
cousins are asleep
"What precious babies they must be to
sleep in the day" he observed. diSdainfu-
ly, as he planted himself without cere-
mOuy on the window seat Il sit up until
ten o'clock every night; sometimes | will
not 90 to bed until mother goes"
'E rly 10 led and early to ri,c,
Makes Il man healthy, wealthy, an wise
Master Rolf.
"Wealtny means rich, doesntii2 Well,
Juddy said | shall be a rich man some
day. | have got fathers watch and sword
now, only mother locks them up until |
am bigger. You are not rich, eh, Miss
Fenton;' ppepug into my face rather
maliClOUSl.
NO, Master RoIf.' | returned. quietly.
"Oh, knew that You are only nurse;
| heard mother and Aunt Gay talking
about YOU last night. Mother said you
were poor sort, and she wondered at
Niolet's infatuation. She thought you
stuck up and disagreeable, and not much
to look at; a plain young woman, and very
disrespectful. There. nOw!'
Master Rolf" | observed. calmly, and
suppressing my inward wrath, you call
yourself gentleman, but assure you a
savage shows more gentlemanly feeling
than you. Don't you know your mothers
words should be sacred, and you are
bound in honor not TO rPDeat themS"