Year: 1878

.whoshould be the one 70 push Fay's
slezs !. SseT zf1e ices s-s---'


II fact. she shared, as far as she could,
all heir sports; for the children loved
hervery dearly, and tried to make her
foget how unlike them she was But
sometimes poor Fay would get sad in
spite of all she could do; many times
did her mamma find her hidden away
from sight, crying, oh, so bitterly, and
when she tried to comfort her, she would
say:


"But, oh, why, mamma, do you sup
pose the dear God didn't make me tall,
and in shape, like all the other children"
and then looking so mournfully into her
mothers face she would add Just
think, mamma, shall never be grown
up girl, but always poor, wee deformed
Fay"


But now am coming to something
very pleasant that happened to Fay one
day while she was visiting her auntie in
Boston, the lady who told me the story,
and who said every word of it was true.


She was weary of staying in the house,
and so had obtained permission of her
auntie TO go to a store near by and look
at some pictures there.


She was dressed as she always was, in
pure white, her dress being made to hide
as much as possible her poor little back,
while over it hung her beautiful curls,
making the most lovely mantle you
could think Of She had tied on at
starting white lace hat, but the wind
had blown it back, 30 that the sweet face
was in full view. She was stopping to
look at the window of the store she was
about TO enter, and was 80 much inter
ested in what she saw, that she had not
noticed poor, ragged, and dirty boy
who had taken his stand beside her, and
was gazing very earnestly at her.


He was truly boy OF the streets, not
perhaps a wicked one, but whose eyes
looked mischievous, and rs though at
times their owner could say some pretty
saucv things. But there was nothing of
that about him now. lie simply stood
and looked at Fay as if he was almost
afraid of her, and yet as though he could
not take his eyes from her il he would.


at ~ she turned suddenly, as If she
felt that she was being watched, and
seeing the boy at her side looking at her
90 earnestly, she asked, in her sweet
voice


@Why do you look at me 50. poor
bOyf


For moment he did not speak; then.
hesitatingly, he reached out and touched
her white dress very gently, and asked
in almost whisper:


"Say, be you an angel ?"


With one of her bright smiles, she an
swered:


a0h, no indeed; Pm Just like you, a
child OF this earth"


"Bnt," ssid the boy, "your face is
just like them pictures of angels, and /
thought inside that place up there"
(pointing to Fay's poor little back ''was
whele you kept your wings, only that
you'd got 'em folded up just now"


Little Fay had been made happier by
that poor boys thought than the sight of
any pictures could make her, and only
stopped long enough to say, "Ged bless
you, poor boy for telling me that" he
rsn home fast as she could go to tell heI
auDtie about it; and when, in the months
that followed, she would at times get
very sad in thinking of her poor body,
she would suddenly brighten up, and say
TO her mother:


Well, never mind, mamma, there is
one boy in the world who thought was
81 angel, only that my wings were folded
up and the recollection never tailed TO
bling a smile to her face. And those
who know and love her have no doubt
that some day her dear heavenly Father
viii give her the beautiful wings of an
angel, and that she will never have any
need to fold them.


Auntie," said May, as finished, 1
pesn TO tell that TO teacher and ask her
70 tell It to the scholars, and perhaps it
viii make Jim Plummer real sorry cause
be spoke 70 to Archie; and all the rest OF
the children kind toeverybody who ain't
we'll and strong, and whole Ike them
selvss-"-.IGolden Rule