The Red Cloud chief., 1897-08-06

almost p~etulantly.
And there's one little lad pinins
with hip disease?"
Yes"
Myra Gates's large. dark eyes had
softened some In their light.
II suppose" said Miss Chubb. her
eyes fixed keenly on the customer,
that he don't get many little dainties,
such as ailing children like. I'll just
pm. VI a bunch OF raisins and a fig or
so for him and one Of these fresh cards
Of gingerbread
In the same Myra Gates
flung back her shawl and threw the
purloined cake on the counter nee
again.
II took II on the sly" said she, with
a great sob in her voice. Yes. ! stole
II. And | won't deny Il! But 1t was
for poor little Larry that never tastes
anything but bread from II weeks
end to another poor dear"
Didn't you know It was wrong"
said Miss Charity Chubb. mildly.
"Yes-but It was for Larry
Are you so very poor?"
we hTP SlilNluS, SdIV Uyld' wy
mother cant get wash but q day now
and then, and the firm that employed
me failed a week & Monday last. and
all we have to live on Is Timmy's dol
lar a week that he gets In n store down
towr for sweeping out and running err
rGndS."
Did you ever take anything with
out leave before?" said Miss Charity.
MOI" cried Myra Gates. And,
again"
Look here. Myra," said the little
shopkeeper, laying a gentle hand on
the girls tattered sleeve. II believe you
never have broken Gods laws before.
and | have faith that you never will
AGAIN"
Thank you, Miss Chubb," said poor
Myra. almost inaudably.
II need a girl to help me here in the
store" added Charity. IL am getting
old and not so spry as I once was. IL
you've a mind to come and try the
place. III give you fifty cents a day at
first and more II ! find that you are
reliable and can earn It,"
"Oh. Miss Chubb-after- after what
/ did today?"
We're none of us perfect, child"
said Miss Charity, shortly. and the
Lord knows what would become OF MS
If He wasn't always giving us a chance
TO try again. Go home n tell your
a;epmother, and then come back to-
morrow morning"
Myra Gates obeyed. but as h
walked out she stopped hurrledly and
pressed her lips to the little shop wom-
ans brown hand.
Heaven bless you!" she whispered.
II think you have saved me-"
Miss Charity looked after the girls
I%etreating form.
81 suppose people would say I was
running a risk" she thought. but 1t
was my opportunity, and could not
let il 60 by"
Myra Gates came early the next day
her thick, dark tresses neatly brushed
and braided. her dress mended. and
ironcd. her IA g alight with a new hope.
Are you glad to Gomez" asked the
splnster, noting the expression OF her
eyes.
oh" cried Myra. you don't know
what a life lead at home with my
stepmother! II 1t wasn't for little Lar.
rs, ! almost think ] should have COM
mitted suicide long ago."
Perhaps the world would have been
quito justified in saying that Miss Char
ity Chubb did an indiscreet thing in
taking Wilbur Gates's orphan daugh-
ter nto her store. but the results were
most favorable. At the years end My
ra had become indispensable to her--a
quick, loving young assistant, who
watched her with eyes Of true affection,
and who made the interests Of her m
ployer her own. And. what was bet
ter still. she had saved Myra from the
| Slough of Des2ond into which she had
been slowly sinking, almost uncon-
sciously to herself.
Elder Daley was right" Miss Chubb
thought. Opportunities come to all OF
, us. II we can only wait patiently enough
and mine was sent to me at iast!"-
! The New York Ledger.