River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1892-04-14

courts and back alleys in search of the
destined youth? Or advertise? That
would undoubtedly bring plenty of
answers. And what can q child do
with so large a sum? Ii would not
have to him any significance as an
Easter gift such as uncle felt"
NO, daughter, you can hardly ex-
pect that But ought not these chill
dren to know the meaning of Easter?
Surely it is as important as Christmas,
and if, through this wish of your uncle,
you can lead some one of these poor
children TO a better as well as hap
pier life, l know You will not mind
any care or anxiety.
mo, mother dear. of course not /
don't really mean to be cross. just now
/ am thinking of the disagreeableness
of the affair. DIR. Barre has to give his
Judgment. and he doesn't, and Judge
Oldham didn't help me a bit They
seem determined to let me gang my
ain gait, and if matters are misman-
aged they will say it's just like a
woman"
''You cannot think that of our old
friend, the judge. and as for the doctor.
he has been too kind TO me TO let me
believe he would not do all in his pow
er to aid you in this"
THAT is it; he knows | am grateful
for all he has helped you, but somehow
become antagonistic and spiteful
whenever l see him, and / like him,
too. But come. let us read now Here
is magazine. What will you havoc
And the evening passed without
further discussion.
( Meanwhile, in the outskirts of the
town, among the circle of patients
whom the young physician treated for
love and practice" as he laughingly
| remarked, lived the boy who was TO
obtain the Easter gift. And nobody
knew it. Certainly not three-year-old
Dot, who filed the poor home with
sunshine; not Dots mother, who sup
ported her family by working in a
bakery; not Miss Wraye in her home
on the hill; not Judge Oldham, i'm
mersed Ia business, and certainly not
Donald, as he cried his papers on the
street, and ran whistling home to
amuse Dot by wonderful shadow pic
lures of birds and beasts. of sturdy
Scotch character, Donald sold papers,
ran errands for the bakery, and tried
hard to earn money enough to admit
him to the polytechnic school where
his father had planned to place him.
Thus the time flew away, until the
very last week of the Lenten season
opened, when Miss Wraye found her
I protege; DIR. Barre learned something
of his co-executor, and Donald and Dot
were let into what they thought to be
fortunes fairyland.
And all in such a simple, common
place way A certain variety of brown
bread was ordered for Mrs. Nraye,
and Donald took it up from the bakery.
Dot accompanied him, aud as the chill
dren waited in the kitchen in walked
Miss Wraye's pet cat. Timothy Titus.
large, dignified and tailless. He gazed
solemnly upon Dot, then stallIed away.
With a cry of delight she ran after him
into the library where Mrs Nraye and
Edith sat
Where did you come from, baby
dear?'' sang Edith.
The tiny maiden smiled in her glee-
full way, and answered: Me wants dat
tat
Both laughed, and Edith, catching up
the astonished Timothy, lnelt by the
child and asked her name.
Dot TarmnicIy," she laughed, put
ting her tiny palm upon Timothy
Titus's soft fur, who submitted grave
ly to the caress-
please, I'm afraid Dot is a trouble.
Come baby, we must 60 home" So
spoke Donald, cap in hand, at the door
But Mrs Wraye called him in
is Dot Your sister, my lad?'
Yes nla'am. I'm Donald Carmichael