Middletown transcript., 1894-03-24

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before her; she could not define he
emotions. She did not stop to cares
The large tabby cat that fawned upol
her at the door, but going upstairs lai
aside her bonnet, took off and folde'
up her dress and stiff, white skirt AM
put them on their accustomed shelf ii
the closet, for Miss Cynthia was yer.
methodical in her ways, even unde
such pre- ssure as tile present, and wen
down to eat her dinner. That owe
and the tabby fed, she again went t.
her room, closed the door, and sa
down in the splint- bottom chair t.
think.
II can't do it,'' she said aloud; -
can't. I'm not used to young one'
around; they'd pull my flowers, eat the
green apples, dirty my floors an ruiz
The new red an black carpet; pool
tabby would be teased out Of her pret
ious old life. Put them children in my
nice, clean beds? Use my best, laven
der scented sheets, am the quilts me
an mother made2 The house is toe
small-there amt no more room in the
kitchen than fur me an tabby, an
besides, where's the money to come
from but off of that porch? No;
amt called upon to do it,"
Above, below, all around her vib
rated the words, SIN His name" I'm
pulsively she sank down on her knees,
and with uplifted eyes and clasped
hands she made her sacrifice. ''Take
it, dear Lordl'' she cried, "l'm willin
to give it all, porch, house, my time,
myself, everything, blessed Master"
A simple soul and a simple faith, but
it made her happy and benefited others.
Monday morning Miss Cynthia arose
with the dawn, did up her work, and
then sat down with paper and pencil to
make some calculations.
She had laid by $40, and that amount
would suffice to keep six little ones
four weeks at the least, if she only had
enough room. Suddenly there came
an inspiration.
tOld Mr.. Dents tentT" she ex-
claimed. 1.-THE one he used to travel
around with his patent medicines, and
little side show thrown in free. He
amt in that business this summer and
may be glad to make little rent on it.
We can pitch it on that green strip
back Of the house, put the cooking
stove up in it, an the table, an eat
there. an keep the house cool and tidy
to sleep in, an that will give room fur
the six, fur guess can move my bed
in the regular kitchen; it will be a
regular outin fur me an them child
ren. must put on my bonnet an go
down to Parson Cranes an send in my
order before they all be tuk up.'
For now, that Miss Cynthia had
thrown her whole heart in this work of
charity, she began 20 derive great hap
pness from il and imagined that others
would be as 4ealnus as herself,
"Youis is the frs! response to my
appeal, Miss Cyntnia," remarked Par
son Crane, as she entered his study and
made known her errand. ut is very
encouragin but are you sure that six
will not be too much of an undeltak
ing for you?'
The tears rushed to Miss Cynthia's 5
eyes. She could not tell even her kind
pastor Of her struggle, the sacrifice Of
her cherished scheme and above all the
handspring of her action, but he
guessed in part and said softly: "'In
His name,' Miss Cynthia"
Miss Cynthia's next call was upon
Mr.. Dent, whom shs found at home
"Want my tent for item young uns
the parson told US bout Sunday, Miss
Cynthia? Take it, to be sure, an your
more AN welcome, and no rent to be
spoken of. I an Jim will cart it over
and pitch it to-day"
But Miss Cynthia was too indepen-
dent to accept the use of the tent for
nDth 'ng, and insisted on his taking a
do lar bill to pay for the time con-
sumtd in putting it up, and also set
ting in place the cooking stove and
table.
Now call on the hill and her erran6 8
would be completed. Mrs. Judge
Pierson, kind and benevolent, was
always glad 10 see the contented face
Of Miss Cynthia Ray.
"Walk in, Miss Cynthia. 1 wish
you were lot always SO busy that you
could come up oftener."
"Thanky, Miss Pierson, l amt a
minute to stay. I've got little busi-
ness on hand this mornin'. l hate t.
ask you, but if you could git some
body to do your clear starching fur
some weeks, I'd be powerful glad"
"Certainly, Miss Cynthia, yet l am
sure no one can suit me as well as you.
Are you not feeling strong this warm
weather."
Miss Cynthia clasped her hands ner-
vously. Doubtless s,me would think
her foolish and presumptuous. but
once having put her hand to the
plough, she vas hot the one 10 look
back.
..It's not that, Miss Pierson, but !
thought I'd like to keep some of them
poor city children spell, and my
hand will be FULL"
Mrs. Judge Pierson gazed with new
Gu. iosity at the little, old maid, poor,
hard worked, dressed SO plainly.
s'Dear Miss Cynthia, you are too
unselfsh! There are SO many others to
do this good work.
but that wouldn't be me, you see,
Miss Person." was the rejoinder.