Akron daily Democrat. [volume] (Akron, Ohio) 1892-1902, 1899-05-12
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In u handsome residence on the fashion
able avenue of Chcriton lies the only
| daughter of the owner, dying of consump
/ ton The shades III the bay window ar
down and softened light falls through {
| stained glass window on the couch of the
/ invalid. The only walk she ever takes is
| from her bed to that couch or 10 il Mexi
can hammock swinging in an alcove; the
| only life she enjoys is the society of the
children of Cheriton. rich and poor: all
know and love her They visit her OIL
their way to and from school; they bring
her roses-beautiful roses. in color and
! texture resembling the purity of her face
IT was noon, and this Daughter OF the
King had just sent away Il box of clothing
To an aid society III the city. in his
name. The little silver cross giesimed
brightly i'll the sunshine, the silken cover
let WAS tossed back, and She lay buried in
the cushions her eyes looking into space,
as if to penetrate its mystery 80 soon to be
revealed
A sharp ring below partly reused her
from her rereries: il maid came softly in
and announced, "A little ragged boy,
miss; all dirt and tatters
Never mind the dirt, Maggie, let me
see him. Evclina said brightly. Ind in
came the boy, shy enough too ignorant
even to take off his ragged little ha5. yet
with admiration and respect for the lady
beaming from every feature of his face.
well, little one. was the kindly greet
ing. how did you find your way here:''
Il coined, " he said shortly.
We'll, now that you have come, what
are you going to do here" she inquired.
Look at you, lady" was the response.
Look at me?" she echoed in amaze
ment
''Ihat is what | come for" " said the
boy. There's Il girl on our block what
said you We're like the angels our teacher
talks about, and l wanted to come to see
if you was like 'em. I've alters wanted
to see them angels. And, lady, won t you
please hat was off now and being
twisted in his fingers as an outlet for his
embarrassment-''wo you please to
give me just one of them curls?" .
''Oh, but l couldn' give you a curl, "
said Evelina. taken by surprise; then,
fearful of woJnding the feelings of her
little champion, she thought moment
and said: Suppose all the little boys on
your block We're to ask me for curls.
Why, 1 shouldn' t have any hair left. And
you wouldn t think looked like an angel
if We're bald, would you: What is your
name:?"
''Tim-that's adjust Tim, and guess
you wouldn't look like an angel If you
had no hair. Father Michael he ha mt
no hair, and he don't look like an angel.
He's good, though; he gives lis boys pen
MES and tells us prayers to say, and that
is good, amt it?''
Yes, Tim, she answered gravely; che
couldn't do more than that Feed soul and
body together. Father or rector, priest or
chaplain-all-all do their good deeds in
his name.
Not understanding her flight of thought,
he broke in shyly: I'VE think angels have
just such hands and face as yourn We
think 'em awful pretty, lady. Let me
touch 'eEi, will We: Mine are dirty, but
can't get it off. washed 'em, lady, fore
concluded did
Touch them all you want to, said
Evelina, smiling us he slid one little black,
but clean, hand into hers. But" she
continued, "while l cannot spare you
curl, I will give you something better-I
will give you this, and she drew The
King Daughters bookmark from her fa-
vOrite book of poems. There, take that,
and ger Father Michael TO read you that
beautiful poem. L think l must let you
go now, Tim, l am so tired. Do You know
what that isi''
-''Yes, lady" said Tim sympathetically
I'm tired often. Then 1 lays down in u
box and goes to sleep, and when wakes
1 am off again all day
''Well, Tim, L don't sleep in "a box, but
think your tired and my tired are Just
the same to our King Now, goodby, little
one Maggie has a basket ready for you
somewhere Thus dismissed, the boy
found his way out stumbling his mind
filed with his angel lady.
DIR. Marshall, the family friend as we'll
as doctor, had learned that for this patient
his most reliable prescription was his blue
eyed baby daughter, Crystal
Getting stronger, Evelina:" was his
friendly greeting a few moments later, as,
dropping Crystals hand, he clasped her
own
II think not, Doctor" and Evelina
gazed once more into that dim future that
yet was SO near her.
Il am afraid not either, my child he
said, graver than ever, and little choking
who had SO much to live for, yet must
leave all.
just here, Crystal, playing with a big
French doll kept for her use, interrupted
with loud cries that Dolly was all bwoke
the cord snapped"
Soothing her tenderly, Evelina repeated:
'' Yes, my sweetheart, dollys cord snapped
and she's all broke, and that is what will
happen to me soon. Crystal, what will you
do for Evelina when she is ali broker"
"Havc her mended," promptly respond |
ed the child, her tears staid. My papa
will not let you be broke. He mends bro
ken peoples, don't you, papaf" said Crystal
anxiously, looking up into his face.
when / can, Crystal" answered DIR. |
Marshall.
But you can mend Evelina, can t you,
doctor?' The title fell quantity from the |
child's lips
IL am afraid not. he said again. "I |
think only her King can do that.
No. no, you can, papa. You always |
can. Her King is too far away to know |
she wants him-you mustn't leave it to
him." rising on tiptoe in her anxiety to |
press the case.
Il think / must this time, Crystal Now |
lind your nurse, and you shall see Evelina |
soon again, and, glancing at the girl, he |!
left her with the king.
1t is Easter time and elsewhere the bells |
are pealing out the joyful tidings of a
completed sacrifice. Before the door of a |