The Winslow mail., 1898-08-13


Mrs. jameson, auxiously; Il don't like
him to look so heavy about the eyes.
"Ies, 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 rot like Kim. =,
''Gi-gi!" cried the child.
At this point Atr. Jameson entered
and attention was diverted towal
dinner. This was Of The usual wash
day order-a discomfortable spread Of
remnants, eaten haphazard TO a scent
OF soap sads. The hungry man glanced
impaticntly around, slight shade of
annoyance passing across his features.
The aaie 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
days!"
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
y. She. too, had had her dream.
After dinner the busy wash still con-
tinued but by row its back was well
broken, and signs Of its eventual sub
sid1nce were III the air. The white
linen was ali out on the line, drying
as fast as a steady breeze and fair sun
could manage; the ''coloreds"
distressfui after-dribble of wash days
tide-were well On to completion; the
tradesElen were less frequent, and
surest sign OF all, there were hiRts CT
potato cake for tea. Even wash day
can fad compensation il potato cake.
and the little mamie shall have q
wee brown cake all to himself!"
crooned Mrs. Jameson, inparting to
baby's GumPy body an atfecticnate
wfiggle only known CT mothelsi
''Gi-gi!" The clustering eyes still
held the dazzle Of that sometime glory
they had caught.
TN sure lie is sickening for some
thing" said Mrs. Jameson; u don't like
this flush CT his poor little cheeks"
The child moved restlessly. His head
ached and there was hot sense Of Gis-
comfort about his eyes. All Cay he had
felt IL, but not being able to correctly
sort cut his little sensations he had re-
lapscd into that pathetic abstraction
which seems to be the refuge OF baby
hood under such circumstances. Then
had come the glittering coin-an incar-
nate thing Of desire, giving point and
form to his distress; ard now, amid the
feverish restlessnoss that was growing
upon him. it still shone out in
determinately upon his imagina
tion as the thing hoped for, the
dream goal, the resolution Of
his suffering. Child epito,ne OF
grown mankind, he little guessed his
l<inship 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
lose; nay, he did not know that ct the
portals of his tiny heart were beating
the strong wings of the Son OF God
Himself.
Presently the woeful wash s1sbsidcd;
al the clothes were gathered in from
the drying. ready for the manglc; the
kitchen, freshly cleaned and sanded
became cheerful once again, and the
long looked for tea time arrived-po-
tato cakes and all.
But baby by now was Ill indeed, and
the doctor had been sent fer. ii was
not q very serious ailmcnt, only one
Of the TIMER tragedies Of bahyhood
which mean few days hectic checks,
a cough, tired mothers slccp!ess
nights-little things, yet these little
things press sorely upon the heart.
"Gi-gi!" St;ll the Plaintivc cry.
It Was . short time after this that
Mrs. Jameson. having occasion to go
once more TO The small box CT change
in the cupboard, brought out the very
half penny Of the child's desire. In the
Ilanplight it shonc like o star. Baby
had refused every ether 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, pretty half
renny!"
The child turned slow, large eye
upon the brightness; lifting up his
hand he took it feebly; for Il moment
he seemed to waver between desire
and wearincss, then, with petulant
gesture, lie put it away from him.
"Na-ra!" he said
The evening drew on. The hurry
scurry of wash day was over, and the
household 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
illumined the rooEl, showing around
the cot wherein tossed the tiny suf-
fercr, few scattered toys and pie
ture books, whilst in their midst, un-
touched. unH alued, no longer desired,
lay a pathetic little coin.-London
Weekly Sun.
The weight OF Authority.
An excellent story was told at 4 char
ity dinner. Cne day q man was brought
into the accident hospital who was