The Coconino weekly sun., 1894-05-03
"LEADIN'S." "
How Mrs. Lloyd Found Happiness
 by Following Them.

Dy rOuOWluS Inetu'
 A pretty woman, who looked sad, sat in front of bright fire in parlor in the Waldorf hotel in New York. She was in black, and the morning paper lay in her lap; she was not reading, but thinking. Here l am rich and all alone, and so much suffering this hard vear-the papers all full of it; and yet I don't know one single soul that l can help my own self this sad day. I'd like to make bright day for some body that can see enjoy it; am tired of giving checks that only give me just the trouble of writing them, and no pleasure" Just then, as she thought sadly of the past, when she had so many to love her, she seemed to hear the voice of the kind old nurse at home, who often said: Jest foller yer lead ins, honey-'jest keep follerin', and God'n lead you somewhar all de time" "Ill do it." she said; "pll go out and foller my leadin's to-day, and see where they bring me-"
 In a little while she was walking quickly down Broadway with the throng, "I think l will cross over" she thought, at corner, and then sev- eral wagons of various sorts came by, and she turned back into the crowd go- ing down town. Her heart was full of sadness; but it was her nature to look ont for the bright things, and she stopped in front of two windows that joined, although each belonged to a different store. One was full of flow CTS, and the other of fruits and some rare early vegetables The tomatoes and mandarin oranges looked fresh and tempting as they lay close to the pane which had streaks of frost on it, for it was a very cold day for the last of March The flowers that filled the other window were exquisite Easter lilies, holding up great spikes of bloom, orchids hanging with their queer shapes all across the front of the glass, pinks and roses, delicate maidenhair ferns, forget-me-nots and bright daffo- dis, and many others-all made pie ture of delight; and she stood looking at them a long time, sadly and yet with pleasure While she stood there little girl, about eleven years old, holding box in her hands and with a basket or her arm, stopped also, and gazed in with such look of rapture that Mrs. Lloyd felt that she must say to her: You love them, don't you?"
 The child looked up with a pair of soft, trustful eyes and said: ''Oh yes, maam; don't you? And l love those, too" and she moved little toward the other window; mother loves those lit tie oranges"
 They look nice" Mrs Lloyd said.
 "l think love the lilies best" the child said; i've used to have so many flowers when we lived in Florence; but they cost too much in this country"
 Did you live in Florence long?" said Mrs. Lloyd.
 'I was born there," said the child 'We only came to this country year ago-tO my grandma's, in Savannah; and then she died, and we came here. My father paints pictures. Doyou like pictures?' she said, looking up.
 Very much" said the lady, who was looking at her with such friendly eyes that the child felt more and more like talking to her.
 My father paints beautiful pictures; but it's too hard times to sell them now, he says; and so my mother makes things and I take them to the ex- change"
 What exchange?" said Mrs. Lloyd.
 Why, the Woman's exchange, on Fifth avenue, you know; and then go to market with the money - cause mother can't, the baby's so fretty now; she's getting teeth"
 Dear me-" thought Mrs. Lloyd, "I think that Aunt Sally was right; this must be leading, first thing. But now how shall l go to work to help them?"
 But the child did that herself, for she said: My father has got picture in store over on Fifth avenue. If you'd come over there, I'd show it to you; it's in the window"
 Yes, I'd be glad to; Pm just taking walk" said Mrs. Lloyd
 VI have to cross here anyway" the child said. ''I come this way to look into this window; it's really shorter the other way but I do love the flow CTS so, and then I tell mother about them We get to the exchange first, if you don't mind waiting there minute Tor me. The picture is on the way home"
 Soon they reached the door of the exchange, and the child went into the basement door to deliver her bundles. She took out delicious looking mold ot jelly, and from the basket some del-