The Butler weekly times., 1895-11-28
Who fs My Sister?
WILMA CALDWELL MELVILLE.

the door bell to find standing On
the steps pack peddler in the per
son of a handsome young Dago
woman. Her hair, Of silky. blue
black, was groomed in most perfect
curIs about her forehead-a forehead
of clear olive tint, and her eyes
were particularly large. dark and
brilliant. Her red lips parted over
the whitest teeth. All this Mrs
Porter took in at glance as she
hurriedly said
Nothing to-day, I'm too busy"
"Oh, let me sell you something"
urged the girl. Lots Of pretty tings
nd 1 sell dem cheap, very cheap"
Nothing to-day, I SAID; 1 haven't
time, my pies are burning now"
"But can wait, lady, nd it won't
take long to look at de pretty tings."
"But l haven't any money to day,
at least none to spare, so there is no
need of you waiting and Mrs.
Porter stepped back making as if
she would shut the door.
"Oh, lady buy." cried the woman,
II have sick husband; hurt in a fire;
got consumption, lady, nd little
ones"
ooh, that is the same story all
YOU peddler women tell, returned
Mrs. Porter, trihe coarsely per-
haps, considering she was Mrs.
Porter, aud this time the door closed
emphatically.
"Mercy, those pies must be ruin
ed, How I wish one need not be
annoyed with peddlers and agents;
but she's woman. Maybe l ought
to have bought nickers worth. L
believe l would if it had been any
other time; but to morrow is Thanks
giving and the minister's folks COM
ing to dinner, and this afternoons
the missionary society, and my paper
isn't finished, at least the last page
does not suit me. It is a fine sub
iect, and 1 do want to do myself
and it justice"
"Oh. I guess the pies are all right
after all. Now while I'm alone 1
guess I'll just run over that sum-
mary again"
Wiping her hands, Mrs. Porter
the brightest light and most active
member of the Home and Foreign
Missionary Society of "our church
went into her'library and taking
up quantity of manuscript turned
to page fifteen and read:
And now we ask again, who is
my sister, and venture to deduct
from the foregoing this answer: My
sister is she, who in foreign land
surrounded by every form OF sin
and misery, reaches out hand and
cries, save or 1 perish, no less
than the woman at my door, who
despised snd Stunned by the world
Graves my succor, or my wealthy
neighbor, who masks broken heart
with a smiling face. In brief, my
sister is the woman, near or far
who in any way needs my help"
Mrs. Porter laid the sheet dowr
and glanced across the street, anc
as she looked, the door of a pretty
white cottage opened and the 'Dagc
woman"-as she mentally styled hel
came out.
Il suppose Mrs. Steel patronizet
her, she mused, 'but she can; sh,
belongs to no society, seldom enter
tains, and never sacrifices for thu
public good as I do. | might hay,
bought trihe, but of course thu
story about the sick husband is al
bosh. She is mere girl, but indeed
she is too pretty to be travelling
about the country unprotected. Sh,
has such bold eyes; probably die
as we'll not to countenance her
Well l guess this paper will do as i
is. Let me see, where do l come il
on the program? Here it is afte
rthe prayer: WHO is my sister?
Paper by Mrs. Fldelia Porter. Ans
now 1 must see about the salads
Our minister's wife is such Lowell,
cook; 1 feel quite particular"