The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1892-07-15

VIII surprise mamma"
And the next day while mamma
was away, in a broken blue sugar
bowl, on the top shelf of the cup
board, Louise hid four half silver
dollars, while Elise danced on the
floor below, crying: Don't you
tell, Bobby. and don't you tell, ba-
by, for We're going to surprise
mammu with a great surprise-it
will be like mamma
When the mother came home,
she was Tired, but contented.
swell. dears,' she said as she
stroked Bobbt's shining hair and
petled the baby, and smiled at
Louise and Elise, "the renl is paid !
and the grocery bill is paid, and
there's been no doctor to pay, thank
Gcd, but there will be not much to
buy the fancy dishes for the
Thanksgiving dinner. Never you
mind. | got along with little that
was grand when was a child in
Switzerland, before | ever heard of
America the very turkeys tend,
Ell went 10 the city when they were
Fat and never tasted SO much as
wing. but we're all together yet,
and If the dear papa that left us
only a year ago can look down
from heaven he'll see us giving
thanks for many mercies, even if
the dinner is spare
In the Gullness Of their joy louise
and Elise had TO run with the coal
bucket TO the shed, where they
could clap their hands and Talk of
the wonderful duner that was
coming, of which mamma knew
not thing, without her seeing
them.
Bat how can | tell it! The very
next day the mother slipped upon
The frosty doorstep and fell Ieavi-
ly. The doctor who had to be
called, declared that nothing but
rest for couple of weeks, and
strong lniment to rub on the
sprainel wrist could Go any good
"Who will earn the daily bread
while rest idle. and whore will the
money come from to pay for the
linimenl ~ groaned the mother
Louise looked at Elise, and went
toward the cupboard. "Not The
Thanksgiving money Not the
turkey money. Oh, Louise!r sub.
bed Elise, but Louise looked at
her slernly. "Now is the lime,"
she said, "lo show mother how we
love her; shall we keep money
from mother who never thinks of
anything but how she may do for
us? and God has plenty of money
somewhere, it is not at all worth
while to be discouraged it is lhree
weeks yet til Thanksgiving, and
he may send us more before that
comes"
There was no more school for
Louise for awhile, and it was hard
for the moth to sit idle while the
money was going out instead Of
coming in. "lm afraid, Louise"
she said, 'it will have TO be that
you give up thinking of your
school; it will be hard times for
awhile, and perhaps we can find
among the places where gel the
fine curtains TO do some one who
wants little nurse, and the little
you can earn will help feed the
rest until | am at work again"
That was a blow, indeed. To
give up school where she got the
lew drawing lessons that were such
help TO her, where the teacher
said SO encouragingly that she evi-
dently had ability with Ter pencil,
which she tight some day turn TO
good account. 1t meant giving up
what to her was he most delight
full prospect in the world, earning
a living some time with The wood
carver's tool or pencil. But Louise
was brave. She brought home her
school books and tried to study in
the evenings, when the mending
was done, and all The other odd
Jobs that fell TO her share, until
The sprained wrist should be we'll.
She even managed, with the help
|
her mother could give, to do plain
washing, and struggled herolcally
with the ironlngs till her mother
said: at be long, child, till
You and together can keep the
wolf well away from The door,"
Ii was sweet TO know she was
help, aud yet she sometimes cried
quietly when she was in bed, to
think that after all she must weld
a ilatron instead of pencil or a
carvers chisel, and cultivate Il tai
ent for smoothing wrinkles instead
of making Zines Of beauty" but,
perhaps" she thought, sit may
all come right yet. Who knows
how God is planning for me ~
One day there came some fine
lace from the Richie household,
TO be cleaned. Swiss Mary could
manage them in spite of The band
aged wrist, and when they were
ready 10 be returned. Louise was
eager to take them. She might
have another chance TO see the
lovely room and see It the wood.
blne really looked as she had pic
tured to herself it would.
When she rang The bell at the
lower hall door, Miss Alice sent
for her upstairs. In the front
parlor, before Cupid in clear
white marble, stood three youug