Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1906-09-19

while her mother finished the party
dress, and arose to take it home.
Tage good care OF paps, Rosie.
she called, as she crossed the yard
and 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 a
ready for her father's supper, beside
rocking her baby brother when he
awoke.
We'll, mamma she cried, joyfully.
Her poor mother fell into 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 Diet
ROsamond only nodded her curly
head, and curious sparkle lii her
eye.
I'll do it." she whispered. under
her breath.
Mr.. Trevor had 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 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
looked 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, child's faith,
but God would hearken to her re-
quest, she bounded to her feet and
ran on In the direction OF the village
TIL early market was Just opened.
and dozen or two countrywomen
we're ranging stalls and along the
sidewalk. with their produce in green
array pe,ore tsem At'ie Aosalnonu
ookea ABOUT her LOT nhihute, anu
cneh estaoils sll' nersell IN q corner.
\ and stood there like picture, her
hat pushed back, her cheeks flushed,
her golden curls in tumble.
Who'll buy my ripe strawberries? %
a. iast a gentleman paused. AZ
eracleo by the SWEEP, piro'hke VOICE.
\ Please, SIR, would you Duy my
berries
Baskets and an anu yourseil IN
the bargain.
MOI myself, ou. rne basket. SIT.
anu Inc posies, anu ohly MY Gents.
me gentleman Grew OUT MS purse
cam nnd II IN my heart 10 re-
luse such niue Oh hlarke,-Woliah
as you are, ne saiu' kiiluiy. mere
a aoiiar. now teii me now II comes
70 pass lhae such papy as you are
At TINS occupation
Rosamond received tne ooiiar win
dancing eyes.
vi, sir, HoW soou YOU are 1uaiih
you a hundred times, On: my poor
papa can nave MS nlealcihe now
You see, Sill, mes very SICK, my poor
papa Is and mamma hasn one cent
ana the druggist wouldn't Jet us nave v.
.he nleaicihe, anu mamma couidh
get the money LOT the pretty dress
she maze ana on! no" sne dlo cry
uha % 80 i. .5.ssi5.
Au you e'alAe Aeie " seiA yoa'
ues...es'
ST. Una. -, anu Mali. ~,
uoes.. hhow mhae nave .eone W
uu. WIZ : sue W eiau "nen que sees
lhis:
4 ohe closed her PINK Ahseis oh tht
crisp Dill, anu hanaea her ii.tse oaske
70 Inc sen.ienian. no .ook ~ a NY
e1en suoou iooaiis uo'n a. ust VIZ :.
2 curious Wistiui gaze. Solhe1nins II
Tue irahk' ciear, young eyes s'lrfe'
MS heart, and made ms ups culver
4 must run nome now nooo,oy
slr, ! snali never loreec you.
nssslnunu neiu ~. n uoos
manu- Glasgow eAu Aeiu
ciose.
ou y .gi. nus soul o., ane ~ %
VOL sou' ii...s woman
., nusan nu ifesor' slf.
M
ihe cnllu eyeu h's "oi Aug lase =
aniaAeione' a.
Anu sour mo'nel na
le. trevor, ST.
elous nea sene
NO was siien. minute, pue whe'
.he cniiu sousn. " ,eiease hei nam
ne oniy nelu !. .ne eiossl. !.
sioiu' Nc saiu, peeeneiy'
lal.elins voice, ulu WV ever nea
u soui sula as I,
Wy Sra ,Aia nyeiieien' W
yes, Auu, sir' Manlia .els in'
aooue him. put never saw :, mn. ne
rlcn man al.o--ala--Weil, ! oon
.ninh no cares ior US pe'auss' "e ar
poor.
hosamond' ! an your grand