The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1903-03-26

BiceIully into the snop.
Maysie noticed that the tangles
had been arranged into shining curls
and that the beaming face was clean,
but the rags and tatters OF yester-
night were the same.
Come upstairs minute" she said,
and the worn shoes battered up the
steps. "Now," and she smiled at the
child's delighted wondering. "Your
gown Is just the fit. And here" div
ing into the work basket, "are stock
ings and slippers for two willing
feet-feet that ought to have wings!"
The slender hands again clasped
themselves while the gratitude broke
forth. 30, my! this is like Heaven;
robes and flowers and things! Say!
are you one O. them Easter angels;
I've seen 'em in picturesT
"Sh-sh!" and Maysie trembled
with a new revelation. ut is moth
ing but pair of cheap slippers and
made-over gown"
Goodness! don't feel that way"
dubbed the child. "I-why I feel
like they do in Paradise, / guess!"
Maysie was rummaging IN drawer
and pretended she did not hear, while
every word of the delighted child
was a "stone of help"
Here's scarf for your curls,
dear; the hat does for everyday, but
this is Sunday, Easter Sunday, you
know" and she tied the lace under
the dimpled chin.
20 to be sure; the blessedest East
er!" was the gleeful assent, land I'll
never forget"
Neither will IT, said Maysie under
her breath. NOW be careful" she
continued, audibly, as the wee fingers
closed around the flower-pot. at
Is a choice cluster, and there's an
Easter card attached. The dear old
lady will see the cross and crown
and understand"
"An' II she asks me who sent the
blessed thing?" questioned the wait
with a tremor of joy.
Tell her a guardian angel sent it,"
she answered, "but my real name is
Maysie Munro"
"And mine is Dollie Flint" said the
child, glad to exchange condolences
with her new friend.
The plain sunny room at St.
Marks, SO familiar to Dollie, was
quite empty when she went in.
"Wh-y!" cried the child, with a
oh che Jno5
80, mol" assured the smiling nurse,
"she grew well enough to go home;
but" seeing the flower, "in this
ROOM" leading the way, sis man
who has no Easter at all. He surely
would be glad of the beautiful lilies"
The child peeped into the room in
dicated and saw a pale, thin man
leaning back in an invalid's chair,
with his eyes closed.
HE isn't asleep" prompted the
nurse; "he's thinking, l presume"
thinking he don't have any
Eastern" questioned Dollie, softly.
The nurse nodded her head and
passed on.
"Tve brought you your Easter"
ventured the child, touching the sick
mans elbow, "a real offering lily"
The eyes flew open with astonished
admiration. He took the gift in his
shaky hands and caressed the pure
blossoms with his wasted cheek
"Who sent me this bit of Heaven?"
he faltered. II did not know that a
soul outside of St. Marks ever
thought of me-any more!"
Dolle detected the loneliness in his
voice, and straightway resolved that
he should never know but that the
lily was sent right to him"
"If I'd tell him." she thought, she
prob'ly wouldn't have it; an thcre'd
be no Easter for anybody"
"Why, sir" she said, with smile
"a guardian angel sent it,"
Then she called his attention to the
cross and crown inseparable. 81
s'pose you know all about it?" she
asked, timidly.
so, yes" he answered, ~ under
stand the cross part of 1t, but the
crown is uncertain, as yet. But who
sent 1t, little one?"
well" said Dollie, seeing n tear
coming down the mans cheek and
feeling that she could not hold out
against it, "if you'll never tell; cross
your heart, pom honor, why, III tell
you"
Gross my heart, pom honor" he
agreed quickly, with shining eyes.
"Why, her name is Maysie Munro;
and she's awful nice, too"
The man hid his face on his sleeve
for a long time. Then he wrote
something on card, while Dolle
watched HIM curiously.
Take this to the lady" he said
"She is a guardian angel and she will
understand"
Here's the mans thankfulnessn
cried the child, ten minutes later, &c
Miss Munro.
Then in great glee she told the
story OF the old lady's home-goine
and the incident in consequence.
at Is all so-nice!" said Maysie
with n queer little quaver, "the home
going and the-'thankfulness'-all 80