The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1898-04-23

AT EA1 lNA ing| she asked
II sc gM1 In a sweet, firm
: E uA voice.
ut is little Ag-
mes Gregory volunteered a dlmple-
faced boy who sat near.
Miss Smell crossed the room and bent
over the child.
agnes, little sunshine lassie, what
is It'll Can you not tell me about itY'
Sobs were Agnes only reply. Miss
Smell kissed her gently. then went back
TO her work. When 1t was finished and
the children all provided with work,
she lifted the sobblng child and ten
derby carried her to the teachers desk.
Here somewhat removed from the Gu
rlous little ones, Lillian set about
soothing her pupil.
Agnes was pretty fair-faced child
of O. She had sunny blue eyes and
hair, a golden chestnut, curled about
her face and neck. Her clothing was
clean but well worn, and Lillian MOTTO
! ed the gaping hole In the tiny shoe, as
well as the thinness of the faded dress.
Noticed It with a sympathetic thrill of
the heart that throbbed with some
thing of the divine spirit of mother
tood toward the children In her care.
Agnes story was soon told. Her
for her little ones.
Il don't care so much about myself
Miss Smell" the child went on. artless-
| ly, "'cause I'm mammals brave girl
but when little brother Royce wakes
up he will be so hungry and he is
mustn't cry"
| A little more questioning and Lillian
learned that some one owed Mrs. Greg
DRY for sewing, also that she hoped TO
have dinner ready when Agnes came
| home.
storm of a January afternoon. 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 warm cloak room. feastng on the
/ udlut1 luuNu MIS-. tontll huu DItDdlth
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 Lillian's story and
to the suggestion that her own 12-year-
old brother be called from the sixth
grade TO deliver the note.
"Of course Fred can GO" she cried,
land Lillian. you say you have written
TO Mr.. Davis the circumstances and
asked him for good weight. I'll send
an order to Cousin Hugh for half
cord of wood, tell him the story and
ask him likewise for good weight"
A faint crimson flush stained Lii
lan's cheek, but she warmly thanked
her friend and hurried back to her
work.
Mark Davis was stout, genial-faced
man of IS. He sat in his office, HIS
mornings work at his books just finish
ed. Through the open door he could
see the brisk clerks stepping about In
the grocery store from which the office
opened. There was odor of spices, cof-
fee, fruit aud fish In the air.
Eight hundred dollars more profit
this year than last" the grocer said to
himself. somehow 1t doesn't do a
man any good to pile up money when
he has no one to spend II on"
Here his reyerie was cut short by the
entrance of clerk, who handed him an
envelope, saying: "A boy just brought
this"
Two papers dropped from the en-.
yelope as he tore 1t open. The first
was a list. including a loaf of bread,
potatoes. crackers. dried beef and a
few other articles. He glanced over 1t
and opened the other. 1t was Lillian's
note.
Dear Mr.. Davis: A little girl in my
room IS crying because she has had no
breakfast. Her name IS Agnes Greg
DRY. and her mother Is a poor widow
who lives on the third floor of No. 4
Hampton street. Please send the
things ordered at once l will come II
after school and pay for them. And
Mr. Davis. please give good weight
Truly yours, LILLIAN SMELL"
Mr.. Davis had been a friend of TIN
Smell family for years. and 1t was no
the first time that Lillian had appeal
ed to him for help in her charitable
work. SO that was not the reason tina
50 strange look came into his homes
brown eyes.
Agnes Gregory. and lives on Hamp
ton street." he murmured. ut surel.
must be Margaret's child. Good God
Margaret and her child wanting
breadw
n A half hour later Mark Davis wa
: making his way up the stairs to III
? foor upon which Mrs. Gregorys room
r were situated. His knock at the frs
0 door was answered by a red-face'
woman.