The Globe-republican., 1893-03-31

stood the owner of the angry voice,
with a no less angry face. Great drops
of perspiration stood upon his shining
! forehead and rolled slowly down his
! rudy cheeks.
startled eyes, and being in the main a
kindly man, albeit somewhat quick
tempered, his rage melted away in q
mighty laugh.
Don't be Altered, little 'uu," he
said, cheerily. Il don't bite. Yes,
yes, know it was the dog''-as jamie
| attempted to explain. ''Drat the brute!
Don't know him we'll? He does sight
| o. mischief, and costs me a heap O.
money. Yet can't lay it up agin the
pesly critter fur long. Glad twas no
wuss!'
AS he spoke he lifted the bruised
plant, and, after short examination.
deeming it of too small account to fos-
ter into renewed vigor, lifted his hand
to toss it into the street
''Ohr' gasped jamie, then blushed
very red, and dropped her eyes to the
tip of one small shabby shoe.
ting his hand drop at his side. whats
the matter?"
IL thought you were going to
throw the plant away" murmured
jamie. still with downcast eyes.
$50 l amor was" as he began to
understand. 'It's pretty we'll bruk up,
an l can't bother with a common
geranium. You don't say you'd like
1t? Have it, jest as we'll as not, an
"Really?" JAMES, voice had a joy
full ring. For my very own? Oh,
thank you, sir! Might l leave it by
the step until nave carried this work
home-if it wouldn't be in your way?"
Mr.. Perkins looked down into tho
starry eyes and the thin face. whence
all WEAKNESS had fed. "All right,
little 'un," he said, cheerily. feeling his
heart warm at the pleasure he had
given. It was an unusual sensation to
the man Of shrewd bargains.
''How happy mother will be!' the
child said, aloud, as she hurried away
on her errand "And Allie will be
tickled most to death"
In ten minutes she was back again.
But her heart fell in bitter disappoint-
ment; the plant was not there.
Here you are," came a voice from
the store, and the proprietor appeared
with the poor little plantenthroned in
brand-new pot. Il had lots of EN-"
he explained, with elaborate careless
ness. Thought it mightn't be SO
handy fur you to find one. There,
that'n do, child You're welcome"
1t was a flushed and painting little
girl who hurried up the long flights of
the shabby tenemept-house to the bare
rooms called home" Putting her
precious burden on the floor, she quiet
ly opened the door and slipped into the
room Two faces were lifted to greet
her-one worn and lined by her hard
struggle with poverty; the other no
less worn, but with the delicate ap-
pearance that betokens an early fit
ting from this life, that of tiny child
lying propped with pillows before the
one window, with wide unearthly eyes
fixed upon a dusty elm and patch of
sky beyond.
Allie" cried jamie. swinging the door
back and forth, her face flushing and
paling with excitement.
Allie smiled softly, transferring her
gaze to JAMES, face in mute question.
In an another moment the plant was
produced in triumph, and never was
rarest orchid received with the delight
and admiration that greeted the spind-
ling geranium, denuded. by the acct
was soon told, and from that day the
little plant became the axis around
which revolved the joys and hopes of
the two children.
Two blocks away stood the fair
brownstone church of which Mrs
Turner was a member. In happier
days, before sorrow fell upon the little
family, robbing it of the father and
bread-winner, she had been q regular
but now jamie usually went
to church alone, while the mother read
to her other darling of the New Jeru-
salem and of One who calls the little
ones to His arms
One clear October Sabbath morning,
as jamie sat alone in q back pew, a
young lady. entering late, slipped in
beside her. Janie's thin little chest
rose and fell with excitemenG, and she
could not refrain from casting shy
glances at the fair girl beside her.
Many q time she had noted the sweet
face with its tender expression and
loving eyes, but always at distance.
Surely this was white Sunday.
Miss Eaton noticed the child's inter-
est, but made no move to betray her
knowledge until the service was end
ed. when, with . sunny smile. she
looked down into the admiring eyes
Are you coming into the Sabbath
school, dear?' she asked. gently.
'I-no. ma'am," answered jamie.
shyly. II dou't belong"
why, haven't l seen you often At
church," asked Miss Eaton, in sur
prise.
"Yes. ma'am, but nobody ever asked
me to stay to Sunday school,"
Then I will ask you now. VIII you
come with me, my dear? have class
of girls about your age" and the girl
held out her gloved hand for Janie's