The record-union., 1898-03-16

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She found him sitting next to the
table, on which were the invitations,
which had come from the printer that
morning They, she supposed, We're
the cause of his solemn tones of a few
minutes ago, but she presently discov-
cred differently.
Sarah Ann asked Uncle Tom, "do
you know little Jimmie Jones?"
Why, yes: he's the little boy who
sells papers, and who lives next TO the
store replied Mary Ann, and then she
added. after a moment, his mother
made my new dress"
He's the boy L mean Well did you
ever notice what a poor little house he
ives in, Sarah Ann? l came by there
to-day Mrs. Jones is sick now and
can't sew and little Jimmie is having a
hard time He tries hard to sell his
papers, but even when he sells them
all he don't make enough to support
his mother They haven't fire now
and no medicine, and Jimmie says ne
supposes he will have to beg. He's a
manly little fellow, Sarah Ann, and
tries TO be cheerful when near his
mother, but when l went there this
morning he called me out into the yard
and cried as if his heart would break
when he told me how things We're"
"Oh, Uncle Tom can't we help themY'
said Sarah Ann, trying to swallow the
lump that had risen into her throat.
That's what l wanted to talk to you
about. This party of yours is going TO
cost something, and I thought if you
were willing we would not have the
party and use the money to help poor
little Jimmie and his mother You
know, Sarah Ann, it is not right for
US to have all sorts of good things
While people are starving and dyins
right next to u.s. God wouldn't like
it."
But won't-won't we have the par
typ" said Sarah Ann in a plaintive
little voice, realizing for the first time
what he was saying, and trying to keep
back the tears that were rising to her
eyes.
That's just with you, little girl, .
said Uncle Tom, gently stroking her
rich brown curls and looking out of
the window. IF you have the party.
we can't help Jimmie, but We'll have it
if you say So"
Sarah Ann stood before her Uncle
y.
glad now that she had not told any
one of her party, so no one but herself
would be disappointed The tears were
streaming down her face now-she was
not trying to keep them back.
well, we won't have the party,
sobbed Sarah Ann. God might not
like it," and the little girl ran to hey
room in order that Uncle Tom, who
never cried, might not see her. She lay
with her face buried in her pillow and
thought of her disappointment until
mamma came and told her to get ready
for supper.
Tom, it's mean to do Sarah Ann
that way" said her mother after the
little girl had been tucked in bed
I know it, and it was all 1 could do
to tell her. but it is the best lesson she
ever had. TO tell you the truth, 1 did
not expect her to agree quite so readi-
ly to give up the party. Now, in the
morning you tell her that she need not
go to school until next Monday, ana
will take her over to mothers. where
she can stay until Friday"
Sleep did much for Sarah AIMS dis
appointment, and the next morning
hen she was told that she might stay
away from school until the following
Monday in honor Of her birthday, she
was happy again, for there was one
thing that never failed to please Sarah
Ann and that was visit to her grand
mothers home in the country.
Uncle Tom helped her into the buggy
after breakfast and let her drive part
of the way, which was a great favor
in the eyes of Sarah Ann, and one which
she appreciatedF
Sarah Ann, you are a dear, sweet lit
tie girl" said Uncle Tom, after some mo-
ments of silence. and she did not answer
but her eyes glistened, and if she had
not been driving it is likely that she
would have hugged him right there.
Friday came at last, and with it
Sarah AIMS tenth birthday. Her grand
mother and grandfather had both kissed
her and called her their little girl and
after breakfast Uncle Tom came again
this time to take the old people and the
little =irl to town.
rs it all fixed right, Tom?' asked
the old lady as she was getting into the
carriage.
1T couldn't be better, mother" an
swered Tom, and then the party drove
to town.
All that day Sarah Ann was a sort of
an outcast. She was given her presents
after reaching home and she had dolls
and books and the other things that
please little girls, but somehow or other
it seemed that little attention was paid
her. Everyone was busy, and the little
girl was becoming lonesome when in the
afternoon Uncle Tom took her for
walk. They were late in getting home,
and then she was met at the door by
her mother.
Come, Sarah Ann, you are going out
tonight, and it's time to get ready"
Sarah Ann did not know where she was
going. but she followed her mother
straight up stairs, where the beautiful
dress which had been made for her
party, was put on. There was look of
sadness in her eyes as she remembered
this, but it was soon forgotten. Her
mother took a very long time to dress
her, it seemed, but she was ready after
a while, and then she followed her moth
er down the stairway, dressed in her
beautiful white dress, and with one Of
her new dolls under her arm.
Sarah Ann stood in front of the dining
room door while her mother opened it
just little, but enough for the little girl
to see what was going on. Her mother
closed the door again quickly, but not
before two little white arms had stolen
around her waist, or before Sarah Ann $
curly, brown head had buried itself in
the folds of her dress. They were all
there-her friends-and she was having
her party after all.
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afternoon, when she-had chance to
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