The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-03-17

were not in bed were kept up in the
play room All but Maggie. Maggie sits
In a chair all the time. and is as
merry as a grig. day in and day out A
hard-hearted mother brought her there,
ana left here when she was nothing but
a baby, but she has become the child of
the house. and now at nineteen, she
whirles around in her chair and gives
any medicine that Is necessary, and Is
a medium for asking favors and doesn't
hesitate to promise that the day viii
come when all pain viii stop TO those
who are suffering.
So there was just Maggie and the nurse
that Jimmy always called the pretty
lady" because her eyes are fun Of tender
ness, and her face is like the blessed
mothers, and the doctor and the little
dog and me. Holding my hand, he asked,
half dreamily, will they all be we'll some
day?" And I could only nod, Yes"
Then he said that he liked the paper dolls,
but somehow they all seemed to be walk
ing away from him. The nurse asked him
if he had any pain. He said he didn't
think he had. but somehow 1t seemed to
him as IT, where there used TO be three
primroses, a great many more had come,
and that that somebody was stand
ing near him, holding just such bunch
Of lilies as he saw last Easter. Per-
haps il was the picture at the foot OF
his bed that made him think this, but
he reached out the thin, pale little hands
to is unseen visitor, and we all kept
quiet. And then it was lsadore who
had crept up quietly, who began 70 say
in low tones the Hebrew prayer for the
dying, and nobody spoke. Though the
words were strange, Jimmy said Amen"
at the right time, and while We looked,
the little dog gave a long, loud, plain
tive moan, and we knew that never more
would we hear Jimmy speak And there
We're the flowers and the paper dolls and
the set smiles on their faces never
changed.
This afternoon the flowers stood be-
side the little coffin that held happy
Jimmy, and around which were grouped
all his little friends in the hospital.
Somebody said kindly prayer and then,
all singing together. the children made
beautiful that always beautiful hymn,
abide With Me-" After that they all
looked at Jimmy for the last time. And
to me seemed as if there need be said
no plying word for him, but, oh! so
many for them. How can you, you who
have happy, healthy children, refrain
from giving of your plenty just little
to those whose life is made up of suf-
fering? 1t means so much to them-the
something from the outside world. 1t
may be only a great golden orange. 1t
may be a bag of sweets. 1t may be
great gorgeous French doll that Is to
belong to all in turn, or it may be lot
of paper dolls to be divided among them.
Let it be something. Nobody is so poor
that she, if she is a mother. cannot give
something to those little people whose
life is so sad.
They laugh as merrily when playing as
if pain were unknown. 1t is quite posi-
BILE that last night was one of suffering,
but to-day the pain is gone. Somebody
has been good and kind. Some pleasure
is to the fore and 1t brings real joy.
Such little gives so much joy. Some
times it is only a great red rose, but it
will be talked about, smelt, looked at
until alas it has lived it's life and given
all the pleasure it can. Some day I hope
some kind-hearted woman will give to
each a tiny purse with a beautiful bright
10-cent piece in II. Do you know what
that means to a little child, sick or we'll?
It means an immense amount of pleasure,
and, of course the money can be spent
when it is wished, because there is al
ways somebody who goes outside. Why
purse that clicks and snaps will be open
and shut hundred times day from the
pure enjoyment that comes from having
money of ones own.
To-day Jimmy is sleeping where it is
quiet, and where there are many beauti-
full flowers. The little pot of primroses
belongs to Maggie, who treasures them
and cares for them in memory of him.
The paper dolls are grinning just as
cheerfully in the hands of a little girl,
who is posing them for a wedding, and,
horror of horrors! has united the empress
of the French to Mr.. Cleveland on pony,
and Pocahontas, woe is me! to Henry
Irving. Such are the matchmaking ten
denotes of to-day Won't you think of
these little people. wherever they may
be? And won't you, for your own sake.
for their sake and for Gods sake, give
them something out of your plenty? 1t
will come back to you a hundred fold. 1t is
the least of these you must be generous,
and then your cup of gladness viii be
full, and running over. Bah.