The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1895-11-23
THE UN1vERsALrsT: SATURDAY, NOVEMBER %, 1895.

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THAT doesn't matter, mother. it hard
| ly shows" he answered, II don't thinl
| it makes much difference how we cut on
pictures"
Indeed, it does. make difference
how we do everything! Cut your pictures
out carefully and accurately and yor
will enjoy them a great deal more. Sc
will every one else who sees them. Be
Sides" she added smiling at him fondly
"you will have little pleasant practice
to make your hand steady and true fol-
greater work some time."
The children worked quietly on FOL
some time, only stopping occasionally
for bit of agreeable conversation among
themselves when they came to some
particularly attractive picture.
Suddenly Rose exclaimed: Mother
what shall do with the pictures when
we get through? We're cutting out piles
and piles, but what fort"
Mrs. Shaw smiled. She had wondered
if any of them would ask that question
and had in mind scrap book that she
had bought long before intending to fill
it with pictures for. them; outbound she
never had time.
II have plan for that, she answered
brightly, and brought them the beauti-
full book.
20, o, o." they exclaimed delightedly.
You can take turns covering page"
Mrs. Shaw said, land while you are
waiting for your turn, you might plan
your page. You can arrange the pict-
ures on the floor the way you want to
transfer them to the book. Rose is the
oldest. SO let her make the first page"
What fun it was!
"Why, almost forgot about the rain, y
said Mary as an unusual gust dashed
the drops against the window in way
to remind them of its presence. Carl
looked in surprise. He really had for
gotten about it and was working earnest
ly over his "happy family page on
which he planned to put lion, horse,
cat and pigeon in a friendly group.
The children reluctantly stopped for
luncheon, and it was in the afternoon
that Mrs. Shaw asked:
"What are you going to do with your
book when you are through FASTING
pictures in it?"
"Why, keep it, of course, and take
good care of it," answered Carl, particu-
larly we'll pleased with the last half Of
his sentence.
Il know of better use to make of if
than that" said his mother.
They all looked up expectantly.
"Give it to Ralph Clay" she contir
ued. "You think it such hardship to
have to stay in the house on rainy day;
but he is prisoner on sunshiny days as
WE'LL"
Poor boy, how tired he must get OF
his invalid chair" said Mary softly.
You have been too busy to watch
the skies, but they have been clearing
for some time. and think by the time
you pick up your scraps and put the
room in order the rain will have entirely
stopped and you can take it to him
this afternoon
1T isn't all FULL" objected Rose, ''some
pages in the back haven't anything on
them"
$50 much the better" said her moth
er, "the pages you have filed are beau
tiful and perhaps Ralph would like to
add to it himself
The children started off gayly, Rose
with the book under her arm, and Mary
and Carl hand-in hand. As they drew
near Ralph's house, they saw his war
face at the window. and he eagerly
beckoned them to come in. before he
discovered that they really intended tc
make him visit. Tears came into his
eyes and for a moment he was speech
less with delight when they gave him
their gift. Rose doubtfully called his
attention to the blank pages in the back
and he seemed il possible more pleased
| than before.
Just what I've wanted he exclaimed
"Just see these pictures" and he took 6
box from the table near him. i've had
! these so long waiting for scrap book
| Well make this one together. You've
made the first part and I'll finish it.
shall feel as if we four we're playing to
gether every time look at it"
Rose and Mary and Carl we're de
lighted and made him look through the
new book then with them. Ralph hao
read great deal in the many lonely
hours he had spent in his invalid chair
and his father and mother had read te
him. SO that he could tell his visitors
wonderful things about the animals
birds, flowers aud places their pictures
represented. He entertained them sc
charmingly that they were almost late
going home to supper. They were in
high spirits at the table and Carl pro
duced gale of merriment by remark
ing as he swallowed huge blackberry
II wish it would rain again to morrow.
"Well. it won't, my son." said Mr.
Shaw when the laughter subsidized. "Tht
weather bureau predicts fair day anG
You'll have your excursion tomorrow.