Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1897-06-23
GOOD WEIGHT.

Lillian Smell, teacher OF the first
grade in building NJ. 3. public schools
OF Windsor, turned quickly from The
black board whereon she had been
drawing pert wren swinging on
spray Of clover.
who IS crying?" she asked, IN e
sweet, firm voice.
1T is little Agnes Gregory" volun-
red a dimple-faced boy who saj
5 Smell crossed the room and bent
over the child.
Agnes, little sunshine L. ksic. what
Is 1t? Can you not tell me ail aL-gr
itY
Sobs We're Agnes only reply. Mss
Smell kissed her gently, then went Dsck
10 her work W hen il was finished and
the children all provided with work,
she lifted the sohhing child and tender
ly carried her to the teachers desk
Here. somewhat removed from the
curious little ones, Lillian set about
soothing her pupil
Agnes was a pretty fair-faced cl:ild
OF 6. She had sunny blue eyes and lser
hair, a golden chestnut, curled about
her face. aud r2Gt=- IIar cIathin< lkrls
ol,-s1n. '1iiff'"tN 'i1tff tN'tn wONzttaemsa.Yas teno
ticed the gaping hole IN the tiny shoes
Us well as the thinness OF the faded
dress. Noticed 1t with n sympath thetiC
thrill of the heart that thrObbed with
something OF the divine spirit of moth
erhoOd toward the children in her care.
Agnes story was soon told Her
widowed mother had had no breakfast
for her little ones.
81 don't care 50 much about myself,
Atas Shell" the child went on artless
ly, cause I'm mammals brave girl,
but when little brother Royce
wakes up he will be so hungry, and he
Is only years old He does not know
be mustn't cry"
A little more questioning and Lillian
learned that some one owed Mrs. Greg
Vry for sewing, also that she hoped to
have dinner ready when Agnes came
home.
Lillian looked out into the driving
storm Of a January forenoon. She
knew Mrs. Gregory, and her heart
sehsd for the pale young mother.
Miss Smell was quick Of thought and
action. Ten minutes later Agnes was
In a warm cloak room feasting in the
dainty lunch Mrs. Smell had prepared
for her daughters midday meal. The
young teacher had written a note and
a list OF articles OF food and was at the
door OF the room across the hall.
The teacher, Florence Fox. listened
sympsthstically TO Lilian's story and
20 the suggestion that her own 12-year-
old brother be called from the sixth
grade to deliver the note.
'-Of course, Fred can CO." she cried,
and, Lillian, you say you have writ
ten TO Mr.. Davis the circumstances and
asked him for good weight. I'll send
an order to Cousin Hugh for half
cord OF wood, tell him the story, and
ask him for good weight"
A faint crimson flush stained Litian's
cheek, but she warmly thanked he,
friend and hurried back to her work
Mark Davis was a stout. genial faced
man OF 3S. He sat in his office, his
mornings work at his book just FIN.
ished. Through the open door he
could see brisk clerks stepping about !n
Ihe grocery store from which the Office
opened. There was an ofor of spices
coffee. fruit and fish In the air.
Eight hundred dollars more profit
this year than last" the grocer said 10
himself Somehow II don't do Il rap
any good TO pile up money when he has
no one 20 spend 4 on"
Here his Teverie was cut short by
the eutrs nee OF a clerk who handed
brought this"
TWO papers dropped from the en-
veiope as he tore It open. The first WAS
q list, including a loaf of bread. potH-
toes, crackers, dried beef. and few
other articles. He glanced over 1t and
opened the other. 1t was Lilian's note;
Dear Mr.. Davis: 4 little girl In my
rom Is crying because she has had No
breakfast Her name is Agnes Greg
ory. and her mother is a poor widow
wh0 lives on the third fOor Of No.
Hampton street Please send the things
ordered at once ! viii come in after
school and pay for them. And, Mr..
Davis. please give good weight Truly
yours, Lillian SMELL"
Mr.. Davis had been a friend Of the
Smell family for years. and it was not
the first time that Lillian had appealed
10 him ror help IN her charitable work. |
Sc tAaf was not the reason that so
strange a look came into his hones'
brown eyes.
Agnes Gregory, and lives on Hamp-
Ion street" he murInufed. 1T surely
pust be Margafet's chiIa. Good 6odi