The Dickinson press., 1896-04-04

be caught up to hcaven-this child
who was born on Easter day and
named in memory Of the blessed resur-
rection.
AS to the poor mother, the world
seemed to her nothing but a place of
pain. Even her heart seemed cold
without that little sunny head to rest |
upon it. Weeks passed on, and still
she was not able to leave her bed. (
Like little Easter, she grew thinner
and paler but the mother and child (
looked strangely alike in those days.
The doctor looked wise over his gold
spectacles and ratified off q string Of
big words that made her head ache, /
and then concluded to call in another
physician. The two disagreed about
their pet theories, made faces at each
other and q third was summoned.
The last happened to be gifted with a
lot of common sense-besides a heart
as big as an o < So, after q little faith
erly talk with his patient, he saw that
it was only a a S Of heart-break about
the little one. Like as not they'll
membering that
when the stem dies the leaf that
grew Laf s
Out. Of its heart, must perish. too"
And then he encouraged her to talk,
which is always a good thing for a
woman. He let her cry a little, and
when she told him about little Easter.
and buried her wan face in the pillow
with a choking sob, the doctor marvel
led greatly that she had been able to
bear up az well as he did.
She was like a drowning woman.
She needed something to cling to with
might and main. So he threw her q
rope.
"Let me see," the doctor said, cheer
lily, ut is now a little more than three
weeks to Easter, and I'll promise to
bring you around all right by that
time. AS for the little one, I'll drive
right ver and see how she is getting
on, and mind you ,on Easter morning,
bright and early you must be ready
to drive over with me and pay her a
visit" .,.
Remember, my dear woman" he
added, "that a broken hip cannot be
cured in a day, but a visit from mann
ma will do little Easter more good
than anything else in the world"
At the hospital, where, by the way,
the same doctor happened to he con-
sulting physician, he found little Eas-
ter lying on tiny white cot scarcely
more colorless than the beautiful
chiid's face.
She was asleep. Tlaxe surely was
never q fairer picture than the pure
little face, set in its nimbus of red.
gold hair. The doctor bent over and
touched her forehead with his lips.
The little n opened her eyes and
looked up at him. Perfect love in hel
baby heart had long ago cast out fear
"You are O little angel" the doctor
said, as well as he could, with the
great big lump in his throat fairly
choking him. but see here, little girl
you don't want q Grown upon you
forehead or a harp within your hand
just Mt present. Why, bless my hear
aud soul, dear child, Wen have 70,
out Of here and riding in the goat car
riages all around the park before yol
know it." And then lie made q care
full. examination and told the nurs
that he would be back again early ii
the mornipg.
Meanwhile the doctor went home an,
after dinner he lighted a cigar and So
MISUNDERSTANDING about little caste
with all hs might. His own bright
eyed Marjorie climbed upon his kne
and wanted to know il God had give
him 9 lot Of new babies to carr
around to good fathers and mothers fo
Easter. but he hardly heard what til
child said.
Pape q up in the clouds again,
she whispered to her mother, and frol
this the mother knew that there was
serious icase on hand.
Presently he arose and went in hI
professional den. Till long past mi,
night he sat there fussing v a lot {
buckles and leather straps, Of clasr