The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1892-07-13
Somebody Loves Ies

Two or three years ago the sSuperin.
tendent of the 'sLittle Wanderers
Home" in distant city, received one
morning q request from the Judge that
he would come up to the Court House
He com piled directly, and found there
a group of seven little girls, dirty, rag ged
and forlorn, beyond what ever he was
accustomed to see. The Judge, pointing
to them-ntterly friendless and home
less-said .'Mr. T. can you take any of
them ?"
"Certainly Il can take them all" was
Mr.. Ts prompt reply.
"Ahl what in the world can you do
with them all ?" asked the Judge.
"I'll make women of them"
The Judge singled ont one, even worse
in appearance than the rest, and asked
again: "What can you do with that
one"
"I'll make woman of her" Mr.. T.
replied firmly and hopefully.
They we're washed and supplied with
good suppers and beds. The next
morning thsy vent into the school
room With she other children. Mary
Was the Little girl whose chance for bet.
ter things the Judge thought small.
During the forenoon the teacher said
10 Mr.. T., in reference to her:
IT never saw child like that. have
tried for an hour to get smile, but
failed"
Mr.. T. said afGerward himself that her
face was the saddest he had ever seem
sorrowfal beyond expreysion--yet she
WAS very little girl, only five or six
years old.
After school he called her into his
Office, and said pleasantly: MARY, I've
lost my little pet. I used to have
little girl that would wait on me and sit
on my knee, and I loved her much. A
kind lady and gentleman has adopted
her, and would like for you to take
her place and be my pet now. Will
your"
A CLEAN of light filtered over the
poor child's face as she began to under
stand him. He gave her penny and
told her she might go to shop and get
some candy. While she was out he took
two or three newspapers tore them into
pieces and scattered them about the room.
When she returned in few minutes, he
said to her:
"Mary, will you clear up my Office
little for me-pick up those papers and
make it look nice ?"
She went to work with will. a little
more of this sort of management-in
fact treating her as kind father would
wrought the desired result. She went
into the school room after dinner with so
changed a look and bearing that the
teacher was astonished. The child's
face was absolutely radiant, end half
fearful of mental wandering he went to
her and said F: "Msry, WHAT it? What
makes you look 80 happy ?''
sob, I've got somebody to love me!
somebody to love me p the child answer
ed, earnestly, as if it we're heaven come
down to earth.
That was all TIE secret. For want
of love, that little ones life had been 30
cold and desolate that she had lost child
hoods beautiful faith and hope. She
could not at first believe in the reality
of kindness or JOY for her. 1t was the
certainty that some one loved her and
desired her affection that so lighted
the child's soul, and glorided her face.
Mary has since been adopted by
wealthy people, aud now lives in
beautiful home, but more than all its
beauty and comfort, running like gol-
den thread through it all, she still finds
the love of ber adopted father and moth
er.
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