Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1906-09-22

Ing in embroidery and plain sewing;
but all her efforts could not keep the
| gaunt wolf from the door.
! She sat at her work now, thinking
over her troubles and waiting for
ROsamOnd's return.
1t was not long before the little
creature came running in, but one
glance at her grieved little face told
her mother she had failed.
well, Rosie darling?" she said,
gently.
''Oh, mamma, he wouldn't let me
! have it," sobbed the child. 81 told
him about poor papa, and begged
him, but he said no-the money must
come first
We'll, love, it can't be helped"
sighed her mother. 81 canfnish the
| dress in an hour, and then we shall
get the money. Go and fan poor
papa now, and put cold strawberry
IN his mouth when he wakes. Mamma
must sew"
Rosamond obeyed, taking her place
! by her fathers couch. She famed
| him into sound sleep, and then she
Went TO the open window, and fell
to dreaming.
The afternoon sunshine glittered
on the little garden plot, with it's
! tufts of pinls and heart s-ease, and it's
square bed of strawberries. Rosa
mond built her castles, and mean.
while her mother finished the party
dress, and arose to take it home.
''Tage good care of papa, Rosie,'
she called, as she crossed the yard,
land watch baby"
'All right, mamma" answered
Rosamond.
| The summer afternoon droned away
and with the twilight her mother re-
turned. Rosamond had tidied up the
! sick room, and had made the tea 2
ready for her fathers supper, beside
rocking her baby brother when he
aWoke.
We'll, mamma" she cried, joyfully.
Her poor mother fell into a seat,
and burst into sobs.
'Oh, Rosamond, the lady can't pay
me till next week. There is no hope
for US; poor papa must die!"
Rosamond only nodded her curly
head, and a curious sparkle lit her
eye.
I'll do it," she whispered, under
her breath.
Mr.. Trevor had a bad night, and
his wife got no sleep, consequently
she did not rise early the next morn
ing, but -Rosamond was up with the
| dawn.
She put on her best dress, and her
chip hat, and stole downstairs, with
her little wicker basket in her hand.
Then she ran into the garden, and
| gathered the largest Of the strawber-
! rieS. When she had filled her basket,
| she made a little nosegay of her
| heart s-ease, and another of pinks,
and put them on top of the bright
! berries. Then she hung the little
basket on her arm, and dropping on
her knees upon the wet grass, she
locked up at the opal sky and
prayed
"Oh, dear Lord, please help me to
sell my berries, to buy my poor, sick
| papa some medicine" And never
doubling in her sweet, childs faith,
! but God would hearken to her re-
! quest, she bounded to her feet and
an off in the direction of the village
TIL early market was just opened,
and a dozen or two countrywomen
were ranging stalls and along the
sidewalk, with their produce in green
array before them. Little Rosamond
! looked about her for a minute, and
! then established herself in a corner,
and stood there like a picture, her
| hat pushed back, her cheeks flushed,
| her golden curls in tumble.
| Who'll buy my ripe strawberries
At last a gentleman paused, at
tracted by the sweet, bird-like voice.
please, sir, would you buy my
| berries?''
Baskets and all, and yourself in
| the bargain
Not myself, but the basket, sir,
and the posies, and only fifty cents"
The gentleman drew out his purse
Il can't find it in my heart to re-
fuse such a mite of market-woman
as you are" he said, kindly. Here's
/ dollar. Now tell me how it comes
to pass that such a baby as you are
at this occupation?"
Rosamond received the dollar with
dancing eyes.
ooh, sir, how good you are! Thank
you a hundred times. Oh! my poor
| papa can have his medicine now
You see, sir, he's very sick, my poor
papa is, and mamma hasn't one cent,
and the druggist wouldn't let us have
| the medicine, and mamma couldn't
get the money for the pretty dress
she made; and, oh! how she did cry
! and-and@"
"And. you came here to sell your
berries?"
Yes, sir, that's it, and mamma
doesn't know what l have done. Oh,