Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1897-06-16

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about her face and neck. Her cloth
ing was clean, but we'll worn, and Lii
ian poticed the gaping hole in the tiny
shce as well as the thinness of the
faded dress. Noticed it with sym.
pathetic thrill of the heart that
throbbed with something of the divine
spirit of motherhood toward the chill.
dren in her care.
Agnes's story was soon told. Her
widowed mother had had no break sat
for her little ones.
al don't care so much about N.Y.
self, Miss SneIl," the child went on
artlessly, "'caase I'm mammals brave
girl, but when little brother Royce
wakes up he will be SO hungry, and he
is olly three years. He does not know
he ranstn't cry"
A little more questioning and Lillian
learned that someone owed Mrs. Greg
orY 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
ached for the pale young mother.
Miss Smell was quick of thought and
action. Ten minutes later Agnes was
in the warm cloak room feast1ng on the
dainty lunch Mrs. Smell had prepared
for her daughters midday meal. The
young teacher had written note and
list of articles of food and was at the
door of the room across the hall.
The teacher, Florence Fox, listened
sympathetically to lilian's story and
to the suggestion that her own twelve
year old brother be called from tho
sixth grade to deliver the note.
"Of course Fred can co." she cried,
"And Lillian, you say you have written
to Mr.. Davis the circumstances and
asked him for good weight. l'll send
an order to cousin Hugh for a hall
cord of wood, tell him the story, and
ask him likewise for goo6 weight"
A faint CRIMSON flush stained Lilian'a
cheek, but she warmly thanked her
friend and hurrio1 back to her work.
Mark Davis was stout, genialfaced
man of tbirty-eight. He sat in his
Office, his mornings work at his books
just finished. Through the open door
be could see brisk clerks stepping
about in the grocery store from which
the Office opened. There was an odor
of spices, coffee, fruit and fish in the
air.
"Eight hundred dollars more profit
this year than last, the grocer said to
himself. Somehow it don't do man
any good to pile up money. when he
has no one to spend 1t on"
Here his reverie was cut short by
the entrance of clerk, who handed
him an envelope, saying, ga boy just
brought this"
Two papers dropped from the en-
velope as he tore it open. The first
was list, including loaf of bread.
potatoes, crackers, dried beef and a
few other articles. He glanced over
it aud opened the other. 1t was Lii
inns note.
Dear Mr. Dav,s-A little gir In my room
Is crying because she has had no breakfast.
Her name is Agnes Gregory. and her mother
is roor widow who lives on the third floor
OF 4 Hampton strpet. Pl"ase send the things
ordered et once. will come in after sch ol
and pay Tor them. And, Mr.. Davis, please
give good weight. Truly yours.
GILLIAN SMELL"
Mr.. Davis had been c friend of the
Smell family for years, and it was not
the first time that Lillian had appealed
to him for help in her charitable work.
So that was not the reaaon that SO
strange look came into his honest
brown eyes.
.sagnes Gregory and lives on Hamp,
ton street." he murmured. "It surely