The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1891-11-09
FOR THE LITTLE PEOPLE
The Story That is Told for Them is
True, Every Word.
1T BEGINS "ONCE UPON A TIME"
And 80 Tells the Tale of-But You win
TO Find Out What IL Means.

"Tell us a story, will your"
"What kind Of story ?"
"Why, Once upon time story, said
one little fellow.
"And truly story" said the other.
low.
All the light there was i'm the old sitting
room came from the fire on the hearth !;
there were shadows in the corners, dark,
like the bad places in ones life put fur
therest away from thought, but there,
gloomy, if one but glanced toward them :;
the brightest ray from the uncertain blaze
glanced obliquely on a face: ii was "A pic
ture, some people thought, but Others saw
i'm il the beloved features of the sainted
dead, and saw il always through tear
darkened vision; the picture did not
know this or il would never have kept the
smile
"Well. let's see: I'll tell you about some
thing true. Once upon a time here two
eontented little sighs waited out in the
quiet room" there was a city, with
streets full of noise. and people full of the
thought how TO live these came from
away off, from "A larger city, new resi-
dent. She set up her modest little home
and went diligently about her affairs,
with n heart full of kindly intent aud
horn comaraderie for all Some way others
were jealous of the brisk new conner, hut
they had different ways of evincing this
spirit; one outspoken one, openly con-
demned her for everything or for nothing,
and honestly combatted the ideas she ad
vanced. The new conner accepted IL with
a Jolly spirit, and in her neat dress ap-
peared out every day after her work was
done and went all about the city.
There was one resident of the city whose
temper was rated rather uncertain. She
had once been young and bright, but she
was now "A uuerelOus old lady, whose
family of boys had mostly left her, and
she had no good advisors. Her attitude
to the new conner was a tip-tilted one, and
she ignored her fresh young neighbors
Young women sometimes put on such
airs, but for old and passe matrons they
are ludicrous.
What's passeg" said one little boy.
why, it's when you were once some
thing and knew it and you are now moth
ing and don't know it,"
ooh ~
"The old lady had been welcome in al
most every house, and her bright and in
telligent discussions Oh contemporaneous
news and matters of general interest
made her highly valued visitor. But
she grew bitter, and meandered over un-
interesting things, abused her old asso-
ciates, and withal, came pretty near being
supremely stupid. One by one the
people dropped her, and when she
limped, with the aid of a tin cane up to
their homes, the maids said, Not at
home, with quite disdainful accent. OF
course, you know society people want to
have society and be entertained, and so
they finding out the lit tle new conner was
sweet-tempered, we'll bred and had come
to stay, took her up and made her quite
the thing Then the poor old lady amused
herself with rebuilding the house. She
had an elegant front elevation put on it.
People used to walk on the opposite side
of the street TO see it, and sunny days the
poor old woman would creep out, cross
tine way and sit on the curbstone and adj
mire it,"
Didn't she ever get cold, like grandma
does wnen she goes out windy days."
said Bob.
"Yes, she got cold and was very i'll, but
she would not stay in her home. She
went out, feebly crossed the street and sat
down. Now il sometimes happens, maybe
as a lesson to us, that those we have al
WAYS despitefully used are the ones who
come 10 us in times of need. For the old
lady was dying there alone. Along came
dusky French Canadian and raised her.
But ii was too late. The old soul NUT
tered feebly, "Ochi it's mesilf that's dying,
shure,n and then she died"
"Was she an Irish ladyY said Bob in
astonishment.
80 1t appears"