The Jersey City news., 1899-12-09


pink. Bars Of crimson gathered across
the sun's path, sas il the horrid things
wo,'l keep him down II they COS Id she
said. Then She grew a little frightened
ut the image she had conjured up.
But they won't, win they, father"
This little girl has always a fear lest
some great pleasure, long looked forward
to, should escape her at the pinch. Pres
entity new terror struck her.
.sDoes he go off with bang, like the
gun on the castle at lunchtime?" she
asked, and she caught my hands and held
livery firmly, to be ready lin case"
| reassured her ON this score. and we
waited. We had not, however, long to
wait nova red rim, sort Of hush as
the hilltop whirled into the westerly
bound wave of light, our shadows rushed
out 80 yards behind us, and the sun rose!
At the same moment black cloud of
the woods about the hall and drifted
noisily away toward the turnip fields.
Sweetheart did not say word till all
was over Then she drew long breath
of raptest pleasure.
ssHow quietly he does it,' she said
/ could not help it. ] never can when
sweetheart speaks thus meditatively.
am bound to improve the occasion. 1t
must be some of the Westminster Cate
chism in my blood, the Reasons Annex
ed, as it were.
"All the great things in the world are
quiet" / said very sententiously, dawn,
spring, sleep, love was going to add
death, but refrained.
"But the birds sing out loud" objected
sweetheart in a cavalier manner. "and,
please, if you don't mind. so will /.
didn't have time to say my prayers this
mornin, you see, so this is instead
"You can say them now" suggested.
.'No-o.' Sweetheart gave the matter
due consideration. No, but / shall sing
little song instead" :"
"And what shall it be, sweetheart?"
Sweetheart paused, finger on lip, tell
ing over, as | thought, her roll call of
morning hymns.
Il think .Bonny Dundee is best" she
said at last.
Alas, that such a thing should be in q
Roundhead and Covenanting household !.
But certain it is that on this particular
morning sweetheart's prayers We're com
pounded for by the stirring strains of
Sir Walters ballad:
To the lords Of convention. twas CIaverhouse
spoke,
Ere the kings crown shall fall there crowns
to be broke
So let each cavalier who loves honor and me
Come follow the bonnet O. bonny Dundee
After all, it did not greatly matter.
The child's voice carried the intent of
worship where many more orthodox mat
in hymns do not reach.
.sAnd now" said sweetheart, with a
sharp change of expression, 'I'ze hun
cry"
We sat down by crystal spring in the
high, brave morning air. and never did
breakfast taste better. We took bite
about Of the sandwiches, and when it
came to drinking time ! followed my
palms, and sweetheart drank daintily out
of that cup as a bird drinks at foun-
tain's edge.
Then we went down. shouting aloud to
awake the mountain echoes The great
things of the world are quiet. But we
did not want to be great only to be hap
py, so we climbed back again into the
road, with its fine dust drenched and laid
with the dew.
At the turn of the road on little patch
Of grass a tramp family had encamped.
There were a father, mother, with a
young baby that walled upon her breast,
and a little girl who rose at sight of US
and ran toward sweetheart.
I'VE are awful hungry she said. 1--WE
have had naetbing to eat since yesterday
morning"
.eThe shops are not open,' said sweet
heart, rising to the occasion. but come
with me- and I'll find somethin in the
pantry
So the ragged little girl trotted along
after us, every now and then with a re-
assuring air, as much as to say: Hes
all right. He looks very imposing; but,
bless you, it's all put on
In this manner we came to the house
of our. lodgment The door was as we
had left it. Not a soul stirred within.
This was strange.
1t seemed the middle of the forenoon
to us. Sweetheart entered and after a
while emerged with the ham bone, knuc-
ky indeed, but in spots capable of repay
ing attention. To this were added half a
loaf, a large pat of butter and an un-
opened tin of caviare. all the necessaries
and luxuries of life.
.sNow, can / give the little girl my Sat
urday's money? Let me. father!" she
pleaded.
And, whatever was thought by the re-
cording angel of "Bonny Dundee con-
sidered as a morning hymn, there can be
no doubt Of his opinion of this act of
worship. for sweetheart had cast into the
treasury all that she had.
But as she watched the small tramp
rush off with the ham bone and the loaf
L. l. No. csiv~
pence of sterling silver clutched in her
palm sweetheart heaved a long sigh.
sand did so want a new dolly's bon
net for Isobel.o she said.--P Philadelphia
Press.
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