The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1904-05-19
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shown. "!tHs
1--WE might make her q mother hub.
bard if you are so bent on it" some one
said doubtfully. Made up plainly it
would not cost much.'
But it mustn't be a mother hub
bard. wouldn't doom even a wo-
man living among the Indians to that.
If we send it at all, let it be pretty.
Let us put our hearts into it and make
it beautiful surprise for her She
will probably expect something ugly.
if she expects it at ALL
Il don't know why we should dis.
criminate this way in favor of Mrs.
John Lawrence. We have never done
it before" A severe voice threw a
damper on the proceedings.
Mrs. John Lawrence" echoed an
other; pray let me see that letter.
Mrs. John Lawrence was an honor stu
dent in my class at college in 1890.
and I belive I am safe in saying that
there is no one here who could sur
pass her in either intellect or beauty.
I remember now that she married
missionary enthusiast and went out to
those wilds cheerfully." The speaker
crossed the room rapidly and ap-
preached the advocate of the blue
gown. Il will gladly help you with the
gown. and We will make it beautiful
as a dream"
How quickly the idea became infec-
tious! Everybody to do something or
to give something. 1t was almost as
delightful as dressing doll!
st. Mary's Auxiliary had turned out
many box. but never had anything
aroused such interest as this new bit
of work. 1t became a fad; with its
silken Innings. it's dainty frills of lace,
it's "fagoting' and exquisite accesser-
les. the beautiful Empire gown lay
complete. The Auxiliary women who
were packing the box stopped fire.
auently to admire and almost to caress
it.
81 hate to see it co." said the secre-
tary.
1T has done us more good than any,
thing we ever did. What lovely idea
it wasp the treasurer said. II don't
begrudge the money at ALL"
"Let me fasten this in" Some one
bent over the gown and tackled in
little sachet of violet.
"And I must slip this handkerchief
into it's bosom;" another deftly tucked
an embroidered kerchief into its folds.
81 have written this note to my dear
old friend, and have told her what
pleasure this has been;" and the note,
too, was pinned to the blue gown.
And so, with little finai adjustment,
and pats of admiration, the blue gown,
soft and rustling and enveloped in
white tissue paper, was put into its
individual box, and shipped away.
with more practical things, to the land
of the Indians and the plains.
Mrs. Lawrence came home some'
what discouraged from her sewing
school one afternoon, to find her house
in great disorder. Everything was
covered with clothes, it seemed. The
box had come and her husband had
lost no time in opening it. The street
sui: for which she had asked confront
ed her from the bookcase; dark, neat
and serviceable. She examined it with
enthusiasm.
"They were so good, weren't they,
John?"
"Good! My dear, the Auxiliary is al
ways good. Now, don't say anything
about your brown sack with the black
fringe! The Auxiliary we'll, you
know what think of it! See! They
have sent us everything, even to the
last thing on the list-your blue CASH
mere gown He handed her the box.
"AIy pale blue cashmere gown! John
Lawrence! You didn't really write
that, did you? Oh. what must they
have thoughtr' She sank into chair,
pale and distressed.
II think the dress tells what they
thought" Ee lifted the delicate gar
ment as if it were baby.
"Silk. Lace! Perfume! A train!
John. / can't believe it is mine! And
I can't help crying! 1 didn't mean it.
I said it in half-joking, half-cynical
way, never thinking you would ask for
it. and see how they have repaid me
for my unfaith! Everything is so beau
tiful, so dainty! There's so much love
in it, John! That's what touches HE.
1t means the love of women who saw
in me only a servant of God. When
you write. tell them this means more
to me than anything that ever hap
pened.'
Late that night she sat with her old
friends note. She had written long,
heart-full letter. She turned to her
husband with moist eyes
"I don't believe ever told you be-
fore. John: but it is very sweet to be
Il missionary's wife."-Living Church.
On Rndium's Rim.
We are evidently yet on the oute1
rim, of tho varied mowers and effects