The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1893-05-13

gers to the bone for has been and fallen
in love with Nancy Biggs."
"Well?"
And oh, sir, works very scarce, and
hard enough when it comes, and I'm
hungry mostly, and now l haven't a
home" And she fell to weeping again.
Something rose in Harson's throat-a
great lump; and he coughed uneasily
and turned aside.
Il know you think it was awful
wicked" said the girl again, land per-
haps you'll be settin' the perlicc on me.
But don't, sir, don't. And I'll tramp on
gentlefolks. You're no call to do SIGH a
thing, cos you're warm, and you've got
nice clothes" She touched his coat tim
idly with her finger. "You'ce got no call
to do SIGH a thing"
"Be quiet, girl he said, gruffiy.
"What'n you do" he asked, presently,
eff l let you goo"
The girl shook her head drearily.
II dunno. Oh" she cried, sit would
ha' been best to let me do it."
At that moment there came across
the bridge a third person, a woman in
the dress of a ''sister," one of those who
are to be found at night in places where
men scarcely venture, and whose sweet,
worn faces testify to a life of labor and
love.
Harson accosted her. In a few brief
words he told her what had happened.
"Poor child" said the woman, gently,
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the girls shoulder, with a kinder touch
than any the latter had known.
"Will you come with me, my dear??"
she said. You shall be well taken care
of, 1 promise you"
The girl rose and came to her. But
her eyes were fixed on Harson's face.
''Sir," she ~stammered, you meant it
kind. And if I'm with them as is good
to me, l may be able to thank you for
havin' stopped me. Forgive me if I
didn't seem grateful like"
There, there" said Harson quickly.
"God will bless you," said the sister,
softly; you have saved a soul for Him. :"
When he passed the church, which
was now in darkness, he remembered
the words he had spoken. No angel had
come to him, but a fellow sufferer, one
not to deliver him, but for him to de-
liver, and yet he believed that God had
sent her.
1t was late when he got in.
"Oh dear, dear" said the housekeeper,
you'll have your bronchitis worse than
ever" She helped him off with his wet
things, grumbling at him ali the while.
He thanked her, quite gently.
In his study the fire was burning
brightly, and the room, il contrast with
the street, looked almost cheerful. At
any rate it was home. Scarcely was he
seated, holding out his hands to the
blaze, when the h~ousekeeper came in
with a large bowl of hot soup which she
set on the table, pushing away some
papers unceremoniously.
THANK you, Mrs. Howins," he said;
thank you very much. 1 hope you
have kept some for yourself"
She did not forget her own comforts,
but she was not accustomed to much
consideration from her master.
"He must be going to die" she said
when she got outside. He's changed
all of a moment
He was changed. And the poor girl
who was stumbling through the prayer
which was being taught her, as she
knelt by the small white bed in the
home, little thought that she had that
night played the part of guardian angel
for him whom she was now commend
ing to the love Of God.