The Press., 1910-04-13

Say. inOrher!' and Mollie rugged
gently al fold Of her mothers dress
to attract her attention. Ibid you see
that beau-ti-ful memorial window that
the Staceys have had put into the
church for their little girl who died
last year?s
They We're in the church porch as
the child spoke. but her mother made
nc reply until they had walked some
distance down the street. and then heH
!. words were few and hesitatingly spo.
ken
Yes. saw IT."
And" persisted MoIlie. who was
evidently good deal exercised upon
the subject. "the superintendent spoke
OF II IN Sunday school and said that
the window was placed there by the
parents Of our lost fellow pupil to be
a constant reminder of her lovely life
among u.s. She wasn't good Bit
Still Mrs. Mason made no comment.
Mollie made Il wry face. which her
mother was toe wise to see. and as the
two walked slowly hoineward Mira.
Mason tried to divert the little girls
mates imperfections by describing for
her benefit another memorial that
she had seen in visit to the City
hospital a few days before This
was free bed" contributed by the
bereaved parents of another little lost
one. and Moliip listened with gIisten-
ing eyes to the story OF the little street
boy who had been run over by Il heavy
dray and bad both legs broken
'And there he lay she said, her
own kind eyes full of tender tears.
''his little white. pinched face bright
with u conrentetl smile and his feeble
hands toyb < with few rose gerani-
um leaves that some kind visitor had
dropped on the c0verlid for him. so
cheerful and happy that wondered
at him. asked him 1t be was COM
Portable. and you should have seen his
pale face light up and heard him pipe
in his thin. ShrilI voice:
''Comfrtable is ii. ma'nnl: Why.
it's jist Aivin itSilf afther the dirt an
the cOOId an the hoonger an the
batin's. Faith. an it's well paid | am
for the loss O me- two spindle igs.
''And he laughed aloud, such IL mer
ry little cackle that really forgot for
the moment hal he was u helpless.
bedridden cripple for life and only
thought of him as IL petted child. lying
in state in Il soft. white. clean bed,
tended and cared for as tenderly as if
he had been the heir to Il dukedcn."
What beautiful memoPialm cried
Mollie. with childish delight.
Her mother nodded approvingiy
Yes. il was II benutiful thought. and
the fund that supports that bed is
called by the dead child's name. the
Ida Lewis fund. SO that every sick
and suffering one who is comforted
and nursed back to heaIth~in that bed
will bless the name of the giver. whom
they can never thank on earth
Mollie was silent for little time.
and then she said softly. while a great
tear rolled down her cheek and drop
ped UNDECIDED upon the soft fur of her
tippet. How | wish we could have a
memorial like that for our little
BETH
The mothers lip quivered. and for
moment she could not control her
voice to reply to the child's suggestion.
Little Beth had gone to heaven only
few short months ago. and the
wound in her mothers breast was yet
too sensitive to bear without shrink
ing the tenderest touch, but with an
effort she kept back her tears and re-
piled:
lit costs Il great deal of money for
memorials of that kind. and only
wealthy people or those with large
income can afford these noble and
beautiful charities. Some of the grand
est churches. hospitals and asylums in
the world have been founded and en-
dowed to keep alive the memory of
those who were dear 70 the great or
rich ones of earth"
Mollie sighed.
"AIl the same. | do wish we could
have some kind of IL memorial for
Beth. She was such IL dear. sweet
little thing" she half whispered as
they paused moment upon the steps
of their modest but comfortable home.
and. futile as seemed the wish. ner
mothers heart could not but re-echo it.
That night after the young folks
were all in bed and silence had fallen
upon the merry. noisy household Mrs.
Mason sat with unwOntedly idle hands
watching the fast decaying brands in
the fireplace and thinking of the dear
little life that only Il few months be-
fore had passed away from among
them. How she yearned for the touch
Of those baby fingers. the kisses of
those baby lips. now still and silent in
this world forever.
She would not have had the lives of
her other children saddened for al
ways by this bereavement that must
net essarily mean so much more to her
than TO them. and yet they were all
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