The Holly chieftain., 1898-04-08

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eve her heart was sad and her eyes
fearful, for it was the anniversary of
the death of her darling and only child,
4 beautiful daughter uf six short years.
One whole year since she had been
alone, and Helena had been singing
with the angels.
She said that she was not rcbeliious,
that she did not mourn US those with
out hope, but yet that life never could
again wear the joyous aspect that the
past had worn.
Children's hospital and had given to it
that precious name, "The Helena" she
could not adopt her pastors wise aug
gestion, and present her dear ones
playthings to the invalid wits who
were to occupy 1t. She furnished this
ward tastefully and bought new toys
forit, but her heart rebeiliousiy clung to
the sad pleasure OF keeping the nursery
just as it had been left, when God
called its guest home.
She said she was getting resigned"
and abe busted herself working among
the poor and "giving in Hclena's namc,"
and passed her leisure amid the sur
roundings that kept her thoughts too
rauch on the earthly part OF her sorrow.
Here, she daily sighed over the white
cauopied, short-length bed; and ten
dcrly touched the toy ten table and the
armchair to match it. in which Helena
always sat when she played at "five
o'clock tea" She fingered tcarfuily
over the china tea set, that would never
hold again the play suppers md sor-
rowfully looked at the twin dolls lying
asleep in their tiny white crib. No, she
never could give them up, even to ''Thc
Helena
In vain her Inexperienced mother
protested that all this was not good
for her, that it was not that cheerful
acceptance OF discipline that God de-
sired.
81 cannot give them up; it is all that
I have left Of her!"
But, darling, oil you have a right
~ now is q chastened memory, men,
ory that should daily grow not less dear.
but less a bleeding wound. These earth
ly reminders prevent the wound from
healing"
It was useless. She could give up her
money and her time, but not these, "oh,
mot these"
"A woman wishes to see you. ma
dam-Miss Henderson, she calls her
self" And the maid servant spoke with
an air that betrayed her thoughts: IA
woman who gives no card must be no.
body, sure"
NJ. E.x,brrrL r>.osrv,ixo<1 fhs ror,,.
1t once; Miss Henderson was u regular
worker among the needy; one Of those
whose business it is to investigate
.'cases" and report to those with means
to relieve.
''Bring Miss Henderson up here,
Maggie" and she laid down the photo
graph Of Helena that she had been
mournfully contemplating. angel
child" she whispered, softly.
"You look all tired out, Miss Hender-
son. Take this easy chair" and she
smiled upon her caller winningly, for
she was really lovely and Christian
woman; and having been ''born to the
purple" had the easiest Of manners
with all persons, whatever their socinl
position might be.
"Indeed. am tired and heart-sick.
too. have como direct from one Of
the saddest 'cases' that I have ever en-
countered. and that IL saying great
deal, and ! have como to sec II you feel
that you can do anything for them;
I know that you are doing great deal
all the time. but / did not know who eiss
to 20 to this time. II n hard to always
70 begging, even II It IL in behalf Of
others," " and Miss Henderson paused. ~
II, perhaps, she had at last brought to
notice the one case too many, for even
the rich and charitable sometimes reach
limit where they feel justified in nay
ing: II can do mo- more. just at pres
ant.v
Eyes, / know Miss Henderson," -
sponded Mrs. Estabrook, pleasantly. n
an encouraging tone. "but this time my
charity fund Il not quite exhausted'
What Il II. please, that has affected you
cor