News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1891-07-02


J time, the baby had long been sweet
sleeping, and the tired nurse wa
) gaining a long and evidently muc
needed rest. When Harry awokt
bright and gOod-natured, he 500
wandered over to "kisS little sister,
and just then the mother closed he
book and looked up to see a prett.
tableau.
"Well, Katrina, you have done won
ders. never knew you to get on 81
well before" she said, kindly
A happy light came into the girl
face, as she looked over at Mabe
gratefully, and when the whole party
rose to leave the cars, she whispered
''Danke, danke. Fraulien !"
The seat was soon taken by al
anxious old lady, unaccustOmed tC
travel, who seemed to be in morta
terror lest she should not know WheI
her destination was called in the
rather inarticulate tones OF the brake
man. The result was that whenever
that official roared anything in the
car door, she would turn about, and
inqu re, anXiOusly, "Did he say New
Bedford, my dear?' When she found
that Mabel was going to the same
place, she seemed relieved; for, she
said, trustingly, you'll tell me what
to do, if son William isn't there,
won't you?"
About noon the train stopped at
New Bedford, and after tucking the
old lady safely away in a hack, with
the carefully written address in "Son
Williams" best chirography, placed
in the drivers hands, Mrs. Benton and
Mabel went on board the steamboat
for their delightful trip to Nantucket.
The western clouds grew purple and
rosy, with borders of golden fringe,
the sun sank below the horizon, the
evening star blazed forth in the twi-
light glow, and by and by Brant
Point Light flashed forth it's beacon,
surrounded by the electric lights of
Nantucket town"
In few minutes more. they were
seated, with scores Of other people, in
the queer little train, which went
swaying on in the darkness until it
reached its destinatiOn-the "Patch-
WOrK image OF ScOnSet.
Mrs. Benton and Mabel found their
rooms welcome after the long days
journey, and were soon asleep, but
not before Mabel had unpacked her
picture, that she might open her eyes
upon its sweet, suggestive words in
the morning.
Mabel soon endeared herself to all,
from the frail old ladies and bright
or stupid matrons and maids, down
to the merry little children, who hung
upon her lightest word. Never had
people loved her so before; and much
was due to aunt Alice's gift, which so
sweetly reminded her, many times a
day, of constant duty toevery one of
Gods creatures.
1t was not among the hotel guests
alone that she practiced her motto,
for, before she had been at 'ScOnset Il
week, she had discovered in quaint,
old, shingled fishing hut whole fam
iIv of bright little ones who had never
been to Sunday school in their short
lives. She gathered them about her,
every afternoon, under her beach
awning, and for an hour told them,
now of the little Hebrew child, whom
the great Egyptian princess rescued
from the waters of the Nile; now Of
good little Samuel, whose ear was SO
quick to catch a whisper from his
Heavenly Father; now Of David, the
brave shepherd lad, who with Gods
help slew the terror of the Israelites;
or, better still, of the coming otChrist
with the blazing star and angels
songs, and of the wonderful life, which
enden in so great q sacrifice for all
mankind.
But, at last, the days allotted for
the stay at SiascOnset were numbered
and itwas time for the BentOns to go
over to CT as theisland miiestOnes
abbreviate "NaRtucket town" Good
byes were exchanged with regret on
both sides, and the little ones of the
rough old fisherman came with their
parting gifts - a quart of buckle
berries and some huge punches of
wild carrot blossoms, apparently the
onlvthings that flourish in that part
of the island. The tears were stream
ing down their fat brown checks, as
the children said, "We'll never forget
you, Miss Mabel, no never. We're so
glad you said Jesus would stay after
you're gone, and We'll pray every
night, too"
Mabel looked back several times
across the brown mOOrs, us the cars
ratified on to town, to watch the
quaint little hamlet as it faded from
sight, and then all she could see was
the red and white side of Sankaty
Lighthouse, to which she had so many
afternoon pilgrimages. However, it
was not long before the spires and
towers of town came into sight,
and each throb of the old engine
brought them nearer and nearer.
In the new hotel there were people
and people, but Mabel's motto knew
no distinction, and her unObtrusiye
kindness and thoughtful courtesy
speedily gained friends new. Wheth-
er she wandered through the quaint
stores. with their old dly-WOrded signs
crea king in the wind, or past the sub
stantial old mansions, closely elbow
ed by queer, shinGled cottages, or
along the narrow paved lanes, or up
| to the cold mill, everywhere, OppOr-
tunitv. that "gOlden spot of time,
held up some new duty or kindness
to be done for one who was old, or
weary, or lost.
One evening shew went to II Christian
Endeavor meeting in the "Old North
Church" ," and itdid her heartgOOd tC
see the happy, attractive young mer
and women, boys and girls, who
flocked from the hotels to the meet
inc. As she looked about theancient
building, with it's dark beams of is
land timber, aXe-heWn, and its rude
apse-like gallery, and the remains o
the sounding board o." "ye Olden time
she wondered whether the churcl
father, who had raised the weather
beaten structure a century and hal
ago, could have imagined fait tel
sight than it presented at that mo
ment. The promise OF the Christian
Church of the coming years, the sal
and sinew of the future, were here II
delightful abundance. The words o
one speaker, in particular came hom
, to her heart with peculiar fOrce:-
, at is our Christian duty to max
ourselves as attractive as possible il
every way, if we would be "fishers G
men. In intellect, in manners, i
, dress, in courtesy, in the fine arts, i
everything, we must do our very beS
t tostrivcafter perfection, thatwe ma
l draw others toward us, and help wi
. them for Christ and the church.
2 Walking home, Mabel thought