The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1894-03-22

| Hcr way -!iSs OyTnt lived at
the other end of Rosedale. but she was
too shy to refuse, and rolled the linen
up again.
Mrs. Byrne was a hardworking
woman with seven children, whose
husband, after subjecting her to all the
miseries of a drunkard's wife, had re-
leased her by pitching head-frst off
the bridge below Rosedale into the
river. Womanlilze, she grieved for
him, as if he had made her life bed of
roses and turned to her washtubs for
living, patiently and industriously A
very sunbeam of a woman she was, in
spite of her troubles, and Susie was
amazed to find her sitting on the door
step sobbing like child. She rose to
receive Mrs. Stacey's message, and
promised to do the work, and then in
answer to Susie's gentle: "You must be
in trouble. l am afraid" her grief
broke out in words:
i've no right to complain, MISS"
she said, "for the Lords been very good
to us since poor Tim was drownded,
but indeed it's a chance lost I'm fret
ting for"
"a chance lost?" said Susie, her voice
still full of gentle sympathy.
ITS Nora, miss She's been delicate,
miss. liver since she was born, and the
air here is bad for her intirely. The
docther says her lungs is wake, and it's
bad cough she's got, and we're
near the say here in Rosedale. And ne
| sister, who lives at b, she's wrote
she'll take Nora for her own and
give her schooling and not let her
work till she's stronger. She's not
much of her own, hasn't Sister Mary;
but she's no childer since she put four
in the church yard, and she'll be good
to Nora, an the child just dyin' here
by inches, for she will help me, and
sloppin' in the washing's bad for her.
She coughs that bad at night, miss,
and the doctor says the air in B
would be the maxim of her"
But, surely, you will send her." said
Susie.
There it is, miss! Mary, she can't
sind money out an out, and it costs six
dollars to go to b. l was up to
Mrs. Stacey's, to ak the loan of it, and
work it out a little at time on the
washin'; but she told me she could not
spare it. An she rich! I'm thinkin',
miss, perhaps she'd be servin' the Lord as
well as savin' girls life, you may say,
instead of buyin' all this embroidered
linen to show off at St. Marks"
The words struck Susie like stab.
Was it to serve the Lord or for her own
vanity she wanted to give the white
cross to ST. Marks? Saving human
life! The thought almost took her
breath
you can send Nora if you have ten
dollars?" she asked.
Yes, miss; but it might as well be a
hundred. / can't get it."
Yes, for will give it to you; and you
can ask the Lord to bless my Easter
Offering"
And before the astonished woman
could reply the shining gold piece lay
in her hand and Susie was speeding
homeward.
THE Lord be good 30 her The saints
bless her bed" cried Mrs. Byrne. AN
she aching for her own bread and but
ter an trudging about in all weathers
to earn dollar'
You seem surprised at something,
Mrs. Byrne," said quiet, deep voice at
her elbow, and she looked up to see Mr..
Castleton standing beside her.. 81
came over to see if you could come up
to the parsonage and help Mrs. Willis
| tomorrow. She has some extra work on
hand
Eyes, sir! I'll come, and be thankful
to you. An am surprised-jest dazed
! like" And out came the whole story
from the grateful woman's lips ending
with:
And it's workin' she is as hard as
meself in her own way, while Mrs.
Stacey, that's rollin' in money, couldn'
spare Jest the loan of it, for it's not
begging I'd bel"
T. Easter services were over, and Mrs.
| Stacey had invited Mr. Castleton to
dinner. She had told no direct lie, but
certainly had given the impression that
the lovely embroidery upon the new
linen was the work of Bessie's fingers.
AS they drove home she asked Mr..
Castleton, sweetly:
Don't think me impertinent, but
which of the offerings was Miss Bar
clay's?'
None, that know Of"
'Was there one offering of ten dol
lars in the collection?"
"No-a five-dollar bill was the larg-
est"
Such hypocrisy!' sneered Bessie.
at was not necessary for Miss Barclay
to tell you, mamma, she was going to
give ten dollars for an Easter offering,
but she need not have told falsehood
about itr'
Nor did she," said Mr.. Castleton.
Her Easter Offering was ten dollars. :"
But he made no further explanation;
nor did Susie, when summer time
brought her letter, asking her to
share his life and iabors, know that
Mrs. Byrne had told him the story Of
her charity. Shields, in N. Y.
| Ledger.
Happy Easter Bells.
Oh, happy, happy Easter bellsl
| From each round throat sweet music wells
This perfect Sunday morning