Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-03-17

I'd like to keep some of them poor city
children spell. and my hands Will be full"
MIS-. Judge Pierson gazed with new Gu
rloslty at the little, old maid, poor, hard
worked. dressed so plainly.
Dear Miss Cynthia you are too unselfish,
There are so many others to do this good
work
But that wouldn't be me, YOU see. Miss
Person, was the rejoinder
No, see how you feel about 1t. / have
MADE arrangements to board several out at
the farm house. Miss Cynthia, / thought
you had devoted YOUR savings TO another
purpose" she added, suddenly
We'll, yes, Miss Pierson, l had but
guess them front steps will do me a spell
and I've no need to pamper my flesh with
fine front porch"
She spoke cheerfully, but deep In her heart
was sad assurance that she was growing
100 old TO work as hard she had in the
past and that there would be no more
money stored away in the blue mug in the
corner cupboard to build the longed-for
porch.
Mrs. Judge Pierson here made a certain
Cynthia.
Warm and tired, Miss Cynthia reached
home and found her pastor awaiting her.
with an open letter in his hand
This came in the morning post Miss
Cynthia, and came right over to see you
My friend writes she is on the children $
committee and is especially interested in
getting a pleasant home for awhile for a.
little girl OF eight years. who lives with
hard-working aunt, and delicate boy of
two; both are orphans
As he spoke and looked at her inquiringly
the tender chord which had never vibraIed
TO the love of a mother for her own little
ones now awoke and vibrated to sweet
symphonies I'm take them, too" she said
promptly, an Tour more. oarsoa, just as
L hrst said. When will they De here?'
Tomorrow evening. Miss Cynthia. II
it's not too soon for you"
III be ready, parson.
How pretty the tent looked, contrasted
with the green grass and trees! The stove
was arranged, and drew beautifully and
the table was just long enough to seat her
expected guests. Miss Cynthia now busted
gerbread and large, delicious white ard
brown loaves
Il can git plenty of milk from Mis- Ien-
kins, on the edge of town, fresh an rich
an that's what they'll want poor dears
The strawberries is all gone, but there's
the black caps jst ripe. an sweet apples
an. vegetables" quoth Miss Cynthia
Inc laVender-scented sheets Were aired
and put on the beds, with the pretty uu lis
from the big chest. and the trundle bed Was
set up In the kitchen, fur me an that
blessed baby" Miss Cynthia said, with an
air OF proud proprietorship. which there
was no one but Tabby to see.
When the down train whiSLlnd the follow
ing evening Miss Cynthia was in mite :
hutter as she stood on the fron5 step and
gazed down the street. Directly Parso1
Crane came in sight, a baby in his arms
a little girl clinging to one haul and four
small boys walking behind. Miss ,Nnthta
opened the gate, took the baby from The
parson, kissed each chi1s clean, shining
face and, thanking Mr.. Crane fo- mis- l-n,,-
Bile, marshalei her charges into the house
Miss Cynthia had not anticipated an en-
urely clear SKY IN this new departure, but
her little flock were really very manageable
The tent was great delight to them the
green grass, where they could roll and
tumble; the cool; shallow stream, in which
MISS Cynthla allowed them TO paddle, and
the sweet scents and sounds of country
life, all possessed charms for these civ
waits. Little Stella Rodman soon became
quite a help and pleasure TO Miss Cynthia;
baby Harry grew fat and rosy, and daily
endeared himself more and more 70 her
heart; and at the close of days well spent
in working, amusing and instructfng Ter
young charges. when she lay down to rest,
with Harry in her arms, his ROSY check
against her own, she felt that she had never
been truly happy before.
The outcome of it all was that at the ex-
piration of the month only four sunburnt.
happy children returned to their city homes
Stella and Harry remained as Miss Cyn-
thia Rays adopted children
The tent was taken down and the little
brown house had resumed its usual an
pearance, when early one morning Miss
Cynthia spied Carpenter Thomson, rule in
hand. taking the measurement of the front
of her house.
He was certainly laboring under some
mistake and she hurried oct to tell MIN
that she had given up the idea of having
a porch.
Mr.. Thomson suspended operations and
gazed at her with a broad smile ana twink
ling eyes.
I'm agoin' to put up porch, Ms Gym
thy, an no expense to you, an no questions
to be asked and no names given. Mis- Cyn
thy"
oh! 1 could not think of such a thing
I've always paid fur all I've GOT" she eX-
claimed In a distressed tone.