St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1904-01-27
sank into a chair and burst into fit of

hysterical laughter.
The young man who sat tipped back
in his chair. big book in his hand and
his feet on the top OF desk, looked at
her in amazement. Why, Marionr' he
exclaimed, what ais you? Why are
spattered with mud and like almost any
one in looks but the naughty Miss Ma
RON. Come, what's up, is any thing the
trouble?"
Trouble enough" said Marion as soon
as she could talk. II have been to F
street church with Alice to some kind of
a meeting where they try to make you
give away what you don't want and
keep what you do"
The state sunshine meeting, I'll wager,
thought the brother. Guess I'll CO."
he interrupted, must be good place to
get the right kind of advice"
well, go if you want to-" replied
Marion, not noticing the mistake. "but
first come home with me, am desperate,
/ just wish I could live without a con-
science"
Thought you did. sis"
Nov, Wesley, STOP and the excited
girl got out OF her chair and confronted
her brother. 81 want you to come right
along with me and take my wheel chair
over to Mrs. Bray's, then she can chase
all my SOIi DdilS ana SuaTQ neT Ola HITCH
ing post all she wants to-"
But, Marion," said her brother as he
brought his feet suddenly to the floor
and looked at the red cheeks and flashing
eyes before him, you never speak with
Mrs. Bray and dislike her terribly, you
can't intend to loan her your chair?"
Eyes, ] do" said Marion, fred by OPP
position. 81 know 1 hate her, but am
going to try the do unto other plan II
l have to hang all my possessions on the
clothesline and for the benefit of passers
by label them as they do samples in
some of the stores, "stake one" A peal
of laughter followed this remark as Wes-
ley, putting on his coat. said, Il wish
somebody would introduce me, hardly
knowyou. Excuse my laughing, but J on
do look so funny in that mud spotted
macintosh, your hat awry and your
face such mixture, l couldn't help it.
But I will help you, sis, The added in
a softer tone as he tucked her arm in
his. and / am glad you are going to
do just this For Marion with all
her wit and beauty had a selfish
spirit which greatly grieved the dear
father and mother. A few days later
the morning mail brought Marion
several letters which she opened in her
own room. The first ran thus.
Dear Marion,
How lovely of you to send me that sill
yer tray for Bessie. She is here and I do
wish you could have seen her eyes shine
when gave it to her. Yours,
Beth.
The second was more dignifed.
Ny Dear Miss Redpath, How very
kind OF you to send me a copy of "Her
Opportunity" I have always wished /
might own it, but never seemed able to
purchase it. 1 hope may be able to re-
turn the favor at a later date.
Your friend,
Gertrude Brewer.
Marion was smiling over these, for al
ready she was feeling the happiness of
rang, and her mother brought her bulky
package, which seemed all punches.
"Why mamma, what can it be: and it
is heavy too and breaking the string,
out rolled a halt dozen golf balls.
Laughing merrily, Marion said. "My
golf balls" and picked up note that
had fallen with the balls. 1t read,
My Dear Miss on.-May it never
be your lot to have grow upon you the
unkindly feeling caused by disease, part
ly, that have. I have felt forgotten by
ed myself to grow sour and disagreeable
under my affection. When your chair
was left here, determined not to use it,
but during these nights, better thoughts
came, and am glad I kept it. Grace
has told me, you knew of my great de-
sire to visit the park and see the flowers.
Thanks to you, I can. Forgive me dear
girl, and thank God for perfect health.
Your chair is the first bit of sunshine 1
have known outside my home for years.
Please forgive all.
Your friend,
R. E. Bray.
With moist eyes Marion looked up and
placed the note in her mothers hands.
"Let it travel down the years.
Let it wipe another's tears,
Till in Heaven the deed appears"
'Pass it on" said her mother as she
handed back the note.
"Why mother mine, where did you
learn that ?''
81 learned it years ago, my daughter,
and try to remember it as the days fly
past It makes so much sunshine"
"Mrs. McGrady has just come to do
the washing and she says, DO tell Miss
Marion that me Matte looked as swate
as honey in the dress. it fitted that nice,
it might have been run on her. May
Miss Marion have nothing but blue silk
dresses and JOY all her life"
With a contented little laugh Marion
gathered up her golf balls and notes, and
said. blessings on that sunshine meet
ing, believe I'll keep at it awhile any
way. may have the joy if I don't the
blue silk dresses
SADIE SARGENT CALDER.
Newtonvi1le, Mass.
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