The Press., 1891-08-27
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"Lisha said nothing of his father, but John Dixon says he Is drinking hard, and swallowing his farm as fast as he can; and Lisha (they call him Paul at An dover; you know his name Is Elisha Paul( is making pictures to sell, to help himself on with his studies N ..s.-5. .a.,...
 "Then Paul--I think shall call him Paul now, always, it will not remind me so sadly of his poor mother Paul talked of you, dearest, and sent his love and a message that he would come to you in the next vacation, for he never could for get your kindness to him when his moth CT died. Ee.
 ''It was lovely to hear him talk of you but I was frantic coming home, when Miss Furlong took me to task for my free- dom with @ strange young man. SUD- pose Paul is 8 young man, but had never thought of 1t before. '-'
 !, Miss Furlong said that a perfectly correct young lady would never whistle or address young man first,' and then she lectured me on my want of judgment, good sense, and even decency, until felt like poor animal, goaded to madness, and stinging from head to foot.
 "At last, like the animal, turned up- on her. It was dreadful, but the simple truth. do not remember all that I said, but 1t was severe.
 "I told her that proper people were my abhorrence; that would rather have one true-hearted, outspoken friend than all the punctilious people in the wide world. I told her that she acted like police of- ficer, waiting to catch some offender, and that she talked as If each word had been dipped in mucilage and ironed fiat. I asked her if she could find anything fin nature so cold, so unyielding, so caustic, as herself;
 "Yes, dearest mother, your daughter said all those naughty things, and then, suddenly, seemed to see your little face looking responsibility at me, and begged her to forgive me. What do you think she said p' ..,-
 "She drew herself to her fullest stature, and said in freezing tone, Miss Maida Hale, you had better ask God to forgive you.' e*'..4 a--.-t
 Dearest, it is maddening. You may send me from home if you will, you may punish me as you think best, but, oh, do not leave me under the same roof with her another year.
 "I want, darling, to be your best helper IT %1 lNx, your comforter, and your devoted daugh- ter, but l cannot be responsible for my words or deeds, if Miss Furlong remains to watch me as she now does. Forgive me for troubling you, best of mothers and dearest of friends, but am your un- happy daughter, and something tells me you will understand.
 % Your own MAZDA"
 Yes, Mrs. Hale understood it as only 6 mother could; and Phil who came home just as Miss Furlong's year closed, settled Maida's fate for another year by saying: 'Why not send sister to Bradford, where she will meet girls of her own age and can come home to you for Sundays? It would break her liberty loving heart to be tied down too closely at first, and the Enderby girls are up there and she will be sure to make friends"
 The following year Maida spent at Brad ford, where she won the love of her teach CTS by her. ability, and the devotion of her schoolmates, by her cheery good na- ture.
 Meantime, Mir. Calcott rode regularly over to Shiloh and wished that his sister in-law-to-b be might finish her studies witt, greater dispatch. .~2 Maida's home letters were the delight of the household, although Saturday was sure to find her sitting by her mothers side, holding the little, thin white hand in her own, while she gave full account oi the weeks doings. A
 Every Wednesday came letter from her to the Blessed" which was read and re-read with marginal notes, and then placed with others in the revolving desk so arranged that it could fold over the iH. valids bed,
 No idle hours were known in that room The daintiest of mending was alwaysMrs. Hales' special duty ,and her husbands ac counts were carefully kept and balanced by her each month. More than this, hel life was precious to the world outside. ! When her husband once chided her ful taxing her limited strength, she said ! .There is no form of selfishness so i, furious as the family limitation. Devotio.
 to each other is one thing, but round oI duties that compels one to see only one
 own, year after year, narrows any humal soul. We have series of duty to othc''
 and our children are part of ourselves" "
 "Yes," said Mir. Hale, "the family T."
 is dangerous one, and many people sils
 so deep in 1t that their eyes are below i,,
 edge, and they never exert themselves {,
 look over"
 It was Mrs. Hale who sent weekly to
 the orphan asylum dainty models for worl
 and new toys of quaint designs, calculate to cultivate the latent talents of the lit
 ones it was due to her slender fing.
 that pretty picture books were made, all.
 stories were written for the children of G.,
 poor farm of the county, Without knoN
 ing aught of the day nurseries, and but l.: tie of Froebel and his wonderful kindc gartens, this gentle invalid instituted bot
 forms of help, while made captive by pal.
 As Maida once said Mamma though
 in advance for twenty years, and contro'
 ed more lives for good, from her hom'
 throne, than many a monarch"
 The spirit of her life was expressed ii
 the words of hei beloved poet, Whittier
 which, exquisitely illuminated, were ev,
 before her eyes on the wall of her room . "Better to stem with heart and hand, I The roaring tide of life, than lie | Unmindful, on it's iowery strand, | Of Gods occasions drifting by" Il ..[4 ITO be continued.l
 II A SUGGEsTIoN THAT SAVED My LIrK-