Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1895-04-27

I Thoughtfully she waited for him.
Look up, papa" she said gently.
femme tinis'. You know Zonas going
fa-a-ar away. an 90 haven't said it's
all right for iona! Say II, papa, dear
est But he could not, not yet, not
/ that.
Where's my precious going? he
moaned.
Way cross e hills an e big
/ btdges, not on e railroad cars, papa,
maybe an e 'teamboat, cross q lovely
river, an when water gets too cold,
an way up to e froat 'en a nangel
/ comes an teaches how TO f'y wiz .
wings Everybody has wings, Papa
/ Shelly, but they don't know the way
to f'y. God gives 'em wings when
they'S babies, but il they don't use 'em,
they all fordets bymeby. Amt at so,
Papa ShellyT
"'Oh, my darling baby, the angels
have told you"
Les, I'm going wa-a-ay off. They
want me TO go is velly night. Now.
say 1t, papa, dearest say it's al, right
for Zonat He leaned on the bed
rail and shook with weeping.
cannotI he cried In agony. oh,
God in heaven, cannot say It! can
not say IL" The baby looked up at
him in surprise, and little grleyed
Dear Papa Shelly | fought we'd
have nice little talk, but 'oo're not
like my own papa officer to-day. Let's
wait till o-mollow-maybe | can wait
till to-mollow. she added doubtfully.
oh, iona, darling child, why do
You want to goT he asked, almost
tiercely
There, papa, don't fee bad any
more, an I'll tell 90 bout Ii. l want
TO 20. | have something to do some
fere, somehng no uvyer baby can do.
l want TO go home
This is home. iona
Yes, it's home here wiz 90. sweet
papa, but up there it's more home.
Wy, I've been up there before. an I'm
homesick 10 see my Jesus an hear
Him talk to me, an Ill be so glad
to hear all the little angels say
Here's iona Standen come home
again.. But 'Oo'ye not said IT, Papa
Shelly, say: It's all right for Zona.'
Say it now. papa dearest, so / can
hear 90. but Ill hide my eyes from
YOU
This delicate impulse touched his
soul to the very quick He fell upon
his knees and the blood forsook his
heart. He almost felt that ne was
dying
"'Oh, my God. help me to say It.
will say IL. | do say it, IL Is all right
for Zona" He lay as one dead. yet
with a conqueror's smile on his lips
With loving touch upon his cheek
the little one said:
Papa, | knew 90 would say II for
my Jesus. Now DOR star will be- al. .
NO sa1F H.s-tr
II. Papa Shelly, don't loge ii. 'oor bOoti. .
full, bootiful star! And the little white .
soul sped away
Aunt Helena and / wiped away our
tears and sat silent The canary had .
sung over ana over his one minor
strain, aud then rolled himself into
golden ball. The tall buildings seemed
blurred. for the sunshine had crcpt
around the house unnoticed.
There is more, Aunt Nella" I half
whispered.
Yes, Elvie, in one year. 10 a day,
the dear old grandfather went out 10
find IONA. And I'm half year more
our great. strong. handsome officer
him.
Aunt Helena"
Yes. like a tower swallowed IN In
the mist. His light went out al noon
1t is just II O'Clock. said Or. Mars
ton. The dying man heard him
Yes Emily, darling I expect 70 be
up to luncheon. Put Zona In her hig
chair close beside me- He unused a
No. not here Well It's all
right for IONA The old. satisfied jov
came back into his face. Elyie. and [
10 believe 1t was forever ami eyerr
The canary awokc again when tho
last rays Of sunshine famed on st
Aubyn's windows ike a wall u fire..
Bump bump. bump, down dozen
stairs rolled a rollicking Tokay
Mis- Helena. Doctah Mawston say
you alls's ter come in de house. loss
yo's gwne kotch yc def o. coli. called
Aunt Raney from the lower balcony.