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lflta uiStO1tt1ltulA. All she WOn [
thank me for botherin' round wen 'er
fathers so BAD. Never mindi I'll wait
near the alley in case she comes out an
wants ME for ennything."
And with this faithful purpose In
view, he betook himself to the corner
of a dirty back Stun. full of low tene-
ment-houses lettering to decay, in one
of which miserable abodes his 'gaI''
had her dwelling; and. sitting down on
an inverted barrel. he began TO con
over a pictorial alphabet, a present
from Miss Powser. which, though he
knew it by heart. always entertained
him nightly by reason OF the strange
colored monstrosities that adorned
every separate letter.
Meanwhile. as he imagined, Angel
had gone home-"home'' being a sort of
scantily covered, lay thethat than
close cupboard, dignined in East
End parlance by the name of
ROOM where. on a common
truckle-bed, scantily covered. lay the
sleeping figure of a He was not
old-not more than 40 at most-but
death had marked his pale, pinched
features with the great Sign Inefface-
able, and the struggle of passing from
hence seemed to have already begun,
for as he slept his chest heaved labor
ingly up and down with the rapid
breath that each moment was drawn
in shorter gasps of pain and difficulty.
Angel sat close by him. and her big.
soft eyes were fixed with passionate
eagerness on his face-her whole little,
loving. ardent soul was mirrored IN
that watchful. yearning gaze.
H. 80. ~ II l. -.
self-"how can I love God, when He is
so cruel TO father"
just then the sick man stirred, and
opening his eyes. large. dark and
gentle, like those of his little daughter,
he smiled family.
rs that you. Angelo" he whispered.
"Ies, father." And taking his thin
hand in her own, she kissed it. His
glance rested on her lovingly.
Amt you been to class. dearie?"
yes. father. But" She paused
then seeing he looked anxious and in
curing, she added: "B1t they don
want me there no more"
Don't want Yer there no more!" her
father echoed, in feeble wonder. "Why,
Angel
Don't yer worry, father" she burst
forth, eagerly; Its all my fault; faint
theirs, | said | hated God, and Mi.
Snawley said l was wicked, an 1 s'pose
/ am, but i can't help it, an there's all
about it., I'm sick o. their preachin'
an nonsense, an it don't make you 10
better. nor me an we're all wretched,
an If it's all Gods doin', then l do hate
God, an that's the TRUTH"
A Pickering CLEAN Of energy came
aacaac tla c,,frarfp,r =, a - poa1 NH III,
large eyes shone with ~preternatural
light.
Don't We, Angel, Don't We hate God,
my little sal! We mustn't--no, no! Gods
good; always good. my dear! It's all
right wi Him, Angel; it's the world
that forgets Him that's wrong. God
does everything kind, dearie. He gave
me your mother, and He only took her
away when she was tired an wanted
| to go. All FOR the best. Angel All for
the best. little lass! Love God, my
child: love Him with all your hear,
an all your sould. an all your mind
His voice died in indlstinct murmrr-
ing. but he still kept his gaze fixed
wistfully on his daughters half
ashamed, half-sullen little face. She.
continuing to fondle his nand, suddenly
aSAtis why nab hS
| father lie smiled, a very sweet and
| youthful smile.
Just a fancy o mine an your moth
er's, my dear, that's all, We was
young an happy-Iike then. an work
was easier TO get; an such a dear
sweet baby lass We were when ye We're
| born, with gold curls all over your
head, and bonny bright eyes,, that we
,r;1 49, ,.av lila a 1ft1n nnQpI An
| so we named We Angel for the sake of
| the pleasantness of 1t an the sound of
il; an We must be an angel, dearie-
Angel by name and angel by nature.
Yes. yes: it's all right! God gave ye
TO me, an He knows allah the trou-
bis. an worr%, an fret
He broke off suddenly, and sat up
straight in his bed. while Angel. ter
| rifed by u strange expression In his
face That she had never seen there be
fore. cried out sharply, Father.
| father, what is it?"
He did not answer her; his eyes were
fun Of radiance, and seemed to be
! looking at something his frightened
child could not see.
"Angel.' he said. presently, In a
! faint. hoarse whisper. look! There's
vour mother. knew she'd come! Don't
We hate God, my little gal! He's SEM
her for me. Gods as good as good can
be; It's the world that's wrong-the
world" He paused: his breathing al
most stopped. and he still stared stead
lily before him.
Father! father!' sobbed Angel, sink
ing on her knees in a passion OF srier
and fear. ooh, father"
His hand wandered feebiy to her
bent head. and lay coldly on her warm,
soft hair.
Don't ye-hate-God-Angel," he
gasped. brokenly, "Love Him!-an'--
an He'll taxi care o. vel" Then, all at
once. with a rich. manly ring in his
voice, such as his poor, forlorn daugh-
ter had seldom heard. he exclaimed;
"All right, my lass, Pm comin'!'
Starting up at the sound, and chilled
to the heart with dread, Angel gave
one wild look at him; and. 10! while
she yet gazed. he fell back heavily; a
solemn shadow crossed his face-a
shadow which. passing as swiftly as IL
had descended, left the features smooth
and young. Every line of care n
perplexity vanished as If by magic; a
smile settled on the lips, and all was
over. With a shrek of agony the deco
late child flung herself across the bed
by her fathers stiffening CORPSE UNI