The daily morning journal and courier., 1895-04-13

whether this was because his suffer-
 ing was less, or because of his greater
 weakness. A neighbor had been in and
 "tidied the room," for the tenants of
 Grasper's block, though burdened with
 their own cares and perplexitles, found
 time to aid those who were in distress.
 Another neighbor had brought in her
 breakfast, and it still stood, covered
 over and untasted, upon the table When the voices of the children reach
 ed her she started with an impatient | gesture. How can they sing when my
 baby may be dyingr she exclaimed, in- dignantly. Tenderly laying the child | in its crib she opened the window and softly unclosed the shutters, intending | to reprove the little singers and bid them cease, but the dazzling sunlight smote her tired eyes and she stood for a moment bewildered and half blind.
 Then the words the children were sing
 ing made their way to her conscious ness.
 Faithful hearts their watch have kept, Loving eyes have mourned and wept,
 Where, 1t seemed, He lately slept, So still and silent, Jesus! Christ hath risen! let us adore "Alleluia! Alleluia!
 Him who liveth evermore. Alleluia!"
 Now all tears have passed away With the early morning ray;
 From the grave where once He lay,
 There hath arisen Jesus" She left che shutters open took up the child and brought him to the closed window. By the bright sunlight she studied his face and thought it looked less pinched and wan. A faint hope, sprang up in her heart as she felt his little limbs and found them warm and moist. And while she watched him. she listened to the sweet voices from the balcony below, and vaguely felt the comfort of the song though now she could catch only the words of the refrain:
 "On this blessed Eventide.
 Two there were He walked beside, And they prayed-'Wtth us abidep
 Although they knew not Jesus
 Christ hath risen! let us adore
 Alleluia! Alllelula
 Him who liveth evermore
 Alleluiaw
 There was a gentle rap at the door and the doctor came in; a young man with a grave, sensitive face, somewhat worn with the stress of responsibilities which he was almost too sympathetic to have undertaken. He sat down be- side the mother and studied his little patient, while she as carefully scanned his face. When a slight but tell-tale smile curved his lips her heart throbbed painfully with the renewal of her hope. After a few more anxious moments he looked up catching her eager, inquir- ing glance, and said, cheerlly: "Oh, he's better-he really is better Why! we shall have him running about again before longp He quickly prepared the medicines, gave some directions and with more words of encoura cement left her, and she fell upon her knees weep | ing without restraint, but they were tears of joy and thankfulness. And now the tuneful little choir below were singing clearly:
 "Jesus, Lord pray to Thee, Though Thy face not yet I see, Evermore abide with me-
 My Lord-my God-my Jesus
 'I believe" she said, "that it is God | who has kept my baby for me-my lit tie love! And I had forgotten Him! I | had not prayed in so long-so long!- not since they told me Rob's vessel was | lost, and I alone in the world but for | this little one I've been bitter and | hard-Ive had no thought for any one | but the little lad, and my poor lost | Rob-if he is lost. But will try-oh! I will try to be a better woman-to trust in Him who died that we might | live"--
 She rose to her feet at the sound of the opening door and smiled into the kindly face of a. neighbor. 'grhe doc- tor was askin' me-" said the visitor, would come an sit by the baby while you lay down. But I told him"-here the woman faltered and twisted her hands in her apron-"that there's bet ter things for ye than sleep, though ye're needin' that, dear soul Iris good news that the child is goin' to get well, there's better news still, ma'an, There's man below-that was in the ship with yer husband-an' per'aps he'll tell ye the rest, ma am, for 1 don'no how. Oh, the blunderin' loon that 1 am! she's faint Come quick to your wife, Rob Carey, quick! There, she'll be all right when she sees your face" And she softly closed the door and went away, all aglow with sympathetic delight, yet feeling, though she could hardly have put the thought into ele- gant language, that the stranger should not intermeddle with their joy And nearing, though faintly, the persevering title singers still warbling their carol, she exclaimed, Bless the little birds! tis a sweet Song and a holy song they're 'ingin', an 'tis only by the power of Him who rose from the dead that Rob Carey comes back as from a grave in he sea, and the little one as lay at