Gulf Coast breeze. [volume] (Crawfordville, Fla.) 1897-19??, 1898-08-05
THE RED BOOK.
ny RAYMOND JAanEaus.

lie fresh and sweet, and who eau tell
how far.reaching may have been the
influence of that book2 Several pages
at the end were left blank so that
Mrs. Moneypenny could record when.
ever her prayers brought forth visible
fruit. When such items could be hon
estly entered she was proud old
lady indeed.
Some weeks previously the loss OF
small china hen caused Mrs, Money.
penny great perturbation.
II was favorite plaything OF her
granddaughter's and lived generally
in Doreen's pocket with string at,
tached to its neck. When its small
owner went for q walk the china hen
went ont as well and was bumped
along every bit Of grass that could be
found; also, to give it fondness for
water, it was dipped in and out OF
every pond and puddle aud was, in
fact, such companion that when one
day the string was found to have lost
its appendage in the course of long
walk, Doreen was heart-brokeu aud
agitated her old grandmother consid-
erably.
"You really might put my own dear
Snowflake into your Red Book,
granny" she had sobbed. "You pray
for nasty old bad men and women, and
my china heu never did anything but
get lost. You are mean old granny,
and won't love you any more"
'You said, granny-you said I was
to tell God bout everything and ask
Him for everything-I think---I think
you are very unkind not to tell Him a
little girl has lost her dear china hen.
You can pray much better than I can,
COS you are SO old. Why can't you
do what you told me to do, granny?"
The tears and the logic won the
day. With an unspoken prayer that
she might be forgiven, Mrs. Money
penny wrote down in her book; "My
granddaughter, Doreen, has lost toy
and frets over the loss. Mem. .....-
To pray that it may be found and re.
stored to her keeping"
Since then nothing more had been
seen or heard OF the china hen. Every
Sunday Doreen reminded Mrs. Money
penny that II had not come back, till
the simple.hearted old lady grew anx-
ious lest the child's faith should suf.
fer and prayed as earnestly for the
restoration of the toy as she did for
the human woes that filed her book.
She need not have been anxious, how
ever, for Doreen was trusting little
soul. She was quite content now that
Snowflake was being prayed about
properly and amused herself by imag-
lining what sort OF adventures the
china hen was enjoying.
When dismissed from her grand
mothers sitting room Doreen ran of
to shady corner Of the garden over
looking the main road. The main
road was neither very broad nor very
important, for II merely led from the
village Of Hurst to the village OF
Finch, Mrs. Moneypenny's cottage
standing In rather an isolated position
between the two. Doreen's favorite
seat was on the top Of the low wall
that bounded the garden, and on the
afternoon in question, after scrambling
aloft, she deposited her disreputable
array Of dolls amidst the ivy with va
rious slaps and bumps.
Unconscious that q tramp was
watching from the other side Of the
road, Doreen played with her dolls
for several minutes, until harsh
voice close to her said abruptly,
you've got Ia big family up there, lit
tie missy"
Doreen looked down into the road,
studied the mans villainous face and
tattered clothes O minute in silence.
Then, with friendliness born from
the security Of her position above
him, she answered: Eyes, beggar-
man, / have q very large family, and
every one Of my children is desperate
wicked"
wicked. be they?" and the tramp
showed all his toothless gums In q
grin. GIVE little gal at 'ome what
has family same as you, missy; but
her fam'ly's powerful good, she sllus
tells me-"
"Oh, remarked Doreen; then, snx-
ions to be polite, she added, "P'rsps
Your little girl likes good childrens. I
don't. ! like themto be wicked; then
I can punish them. They're all being
punished now" waving her hand tow
ard the forlorn group in front Of her.
They've oil got their legs where
there's most tickly things, earwigs and
spiders and snails and beetles, and
they are being tickled frightfully-
they are screaming like ] scream when
granny combs my hair. It's dread
ful anxious work having childrens to
bring mp properly"
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