Cañon City record., 1898-09-22

SUNSHINE
The bucolic-iooling doll. the tin en-
j gine, even the railway truch-more
dearly loved for It's lack of wheels
could not compensate for the vanished
haif-penny. They were hut the com
! panions of earth, the well-known
common Joys of every day; the half
| penny was vision, miracle, no earth
ly thing
I'm afraid he's not very WE'LL" said
1 Mrs Jameson. anxiousiy; Il don't like
him to look no heavy about the eyes
| 'Yes, and don't you remember he
looked like that just before he had the
measles?" added Caroline.
Hes been so quiet all the morn
ing" said the maid. its not lik. him.
"Gi-gi!" cried the child.
AT this point MIR. Jameson entered,
! and attention was diverted toward
! dinner. This was of the usual wash
1 day order-a discomfortable spread of
remnants, eaten hapiazard TO a scent
of soap suds- The il;Ingry man glanced
impatiently around. q slight shade of
annoyance passing across his features
The male mind cannot readily grasp
the inwardness of wash day, and Mr..
! Jameson was no exception why can
not these things be altered somehow"
! he thought. Never mind; one of these
daysl''
The dream frightened his face once
again He bent affectionately and
kissed his wife.
~ Sister Caroline. poor. ugly. helpful
old sister. looked on and sighed quiet
ly. She, too, had had her dream
After dinner the busy wash still con-
tinued, but by now its back was well
broken, and signs of its eventual sub
sidence were in the air. The white
linen was all out on the line, drying
as fast as steady breeze and fair sun
could manage. the ''coloreds'-fhat
distressful after-dribble of wash day'
tide-were well Oh to completion; the
tradezmen were less frequent, and.
surest sign of all, there were hints of
potato cake for tea. Even wash DAY
can find compensation in potato cake.
And the little mamie shall have
wee brown cake all to himselfi--
crooned Mrs Jameson. imparting to
baby's dumpy body an affectionate
wriggle only known of mothers,
'.Gi-gi," The clustering eyes still
held the dazzle Of that sometime glory
they had caught.
I'm sure he is sickening for some
thing" said Mrs. Jameson: Il don't like
this flush on his poor little cheeks
The child moved restlessly. His head
ached and there was a hot sense OF dis
comfort about his eyes. All day he had
felt i'll, but not being able to correctly
sort out his little sensations he had re-
lapred into that pathetic abstraction
which seems to be the refuge of baby
hood under such circumstances. Then
had come the giitteEfng coin-an incar-
nate thing of desire giving point and
form to his distress; and now. amid the
feverish restlessness that was growing
upon him, il still shone out in
determinately upon his imagina-
tion as the thing hoped for, the
dream goal the resolution of
his suffering. Child epitome of
grown mankind, he little guessed his |
kinship with every woman that bore |
babe. every poet that ever sang from |
breaking heart. every weary worker.
man and woman, that ever lived, and |
desired and struggled and seemed to |
loxe; nay, he did not know that at the |
portals Of his tiny heart were beating
&,ue strong wings Of the Son Of God
Himself.
Presently the woefui wash subsided;
all the clothes were gathered in from
the drying. ready for the mangie; the |
kitchen. freshly cleaned and sanded. |
became cheerful once again. and the |
long looked for tea time arrived-po-
tAto cakes and all.
H. =
the doctor had been sent for. II was /
not very serious ailiacnt- only one
of the timer tragedies of babyhood.
which mean a few days hectic cheeks. |
cough. tired mothers sleepless
nights-iittle things. yet these little
things press sorely upon the heart
'-Gi-gi," Still the piaintive cry.
II was short time after this that
Mrs- Jameson. having occasion to go
once more to the small box of change
in the cupboard. brought out the very
half penny of the child's desire. In the
lamplight II shone like a star. Baby
had refused every other offering in /
.ended to divert him; with motheriy
craft Mrs. Jameson made one other
venture.
See. baby" she said. holding up the
cleaning treasure, see. . prett. half
reany,"
The child turned n slow. large eye
upon the brightness; lifting up his
hand he took it feebly: for a moment
he seemed to. waser between desire
and wearincss. then, with a petulant
gesture. he put it away from him.
.'Na-na," he said.
The evening drew on. The hurry
scurry of wash day was over. and the
had sunk to rest. but
through the long hush of night an anx-
ious mother sat watching over a rest
less child The freight flicker half
iilumincd the roora. showing around
the cot wherein tossed the tiny suf-
ferrr, a few scattered toys and pic
ture books. whilst in their midst. un-
un, alued. no longer desired,
lay pathetic little coin.--London
Weekly Sun.
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