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THE OLD HOMESTEAD.
IlV ALICK CAUY.
Winn t lie si i.' aioiriowinK warm anil bright,
Ami in ttif ' odlaii'l bowers
Tlie rprui -Hum in lur pile, faint robes,
Is tallinn up tbu flowtrs:
Willi 11 with i akeil little feet,
'1 ho (.liililrru m Hie morn,
Go forth, ami i the furrows drop
Tim nc.U of y How lornj
VI a' ii btaiitiful miliolinient
Of taec i1eonl ol pnile,
Is thu nol old fashioned homestead,
With doors set open wide!
But ulun tin- happiest time is come
Tint 1 1 the year belongs,
When all the sales are filled with gold,
And all the air uith songs;
Yneu tndds of yit uniipened gram
And t unarni-rtd storm,
Remind the thrifty husbandman
Of amnli r thret-liina floors:
How pi nsant Iroin the dm and dust
Ol the tlnroughfare aloof,
fit mils thf ol I fasliiomd homestead,
With steep and mossy roof.
Win n home tho vtoolwnn plods with axe,
Upon Ins shoulder swung,
nd in the knotted npplo tree,
Aresuytho and Mckle hinigs
When low about her clay-built licit
The mother swallow trills,
And diLiirimisly slow thu tows
Aru wtmlig down the hills;
What u hlitscil picture of comfort,
In tliu ct tiling shadows red,
Is the gool old fiihioucd homestead,
V i tli iti bounteous table sprad !
A id when the winds moan wildly,
hen Him w. oils are hare and brown,
And when the swallow's cliy-bmlt nest
1'roni the ralter crumbles down;
When all the untrnd garden paths
Aru heaped with frozen leaves,
And icicles, like silver pikes,
Are sit along tho eaves;
Then, w hen the bi.ok from the shelf is brought,
And thu Hie lights shine and play,
In tho gm d old fahionHd homestead,
Is thu lanutr's holiday.
But w In ther the brooks bu fruitful w itli How crs,
Or uli-tin r thu dead haves fall,
And whither thu air bu full of songs,
Or ni s cr a song at at all ;
And whether it run or whether it shine,
Is nil tn mo as one;
J'ui Imght in brightest Mimhino,
'Ihuhg t of memory stnams
llouml thu old findiioned homeitead,
Win ro I dre imed my dream of dreams.
Dot; A Story of the Fresh Air Fund.
fj i ulint mctlixlnf I'l.UrUlnliu xir city children
in thu r utitr.
I.
"It's n hiiriin scarum idtu," said Miss He
liaiiio Ituxhiiry, ai hu stood among the cur
jant binhes at the garden fence. "A most
j-ediculous id ul 1 wonder what this gushing
American pei plo will do next" and she gave
u einpliitiu tAileh tohir purpU calico sun
lioimut. Tnerewaia faint murmur of dissent from
A Httlo ufiiu.ui i u thu other side of the moss
gioun fineu
"No nf course you don't agrio with me,"
continued Mi Hi-Iuncc, as tho elnit r of
rub) ,iu I pturl (low into tho six quart pail at
her feet. "You're so soft hearted that jour
f-elings aru loiever running off with your
coiiurnii nso. You never say a word about
the national debt or tho condition of our
jiavy, hut h t anybody start a subscription for
ending blanket shawl to Ilrail or putting
tip im nuiuiut to Metlitisalelii n tho nieetii g
lioiuii gittii, ou'll givo ymir hst ipi.irur
And now )uu aru going to open your house to
lot of rag.iiniillins from Now oik.
' The mntheily brown eyes on tho other side
of tho liiieu wuni full of teai s, and a pitas
juit votcn ie,ilied
' It inakts my lit art ache to think hou the
janor tluius sull r, crowded together in dirty
tr.'eU, w lib nuver a hniithof clover or a
glaaa of milk. If youM just read about It,
Jlelianee, jou'd count it a blessed privilege to
giro them a hit of our sunshine."
"I'd as soon have a tribe of Zulus on the
placo," said Miss Kehance, "and if you'll
take my advice you'll save yourself lots of
trouble."
Mis. Ulun s'opped her work for a moment
ad mid
"I.iakim and me areall alone now, lteliance,
Oue by one, we've laid Kate ami Sarah and
laby l.Iziie oer there in the old burr) nig
ground; and Jack is in Colorado, and Hiehard
jn Iljaton, and wo get hungry sometimes for
thu uiiil of little fei t. hen I began to
read alsiut the Krcth Air l'tiud It kind of sent
thu 1 all 'Air me, and 'l.ukim he read
.bout It tm da) before he looks at the Star
Koute Steal, and he wipes his glasses pretty
often, too. Ibrii when he heard the parsou
iy that o puty would come here if places
- vnld be found for 'em, 'l.ialmn spoke right
tiff fur four, and they'll bo here uentTueada),
ml I'm gflinp to nuke it just as much like
bravcj as I can.
"You'll make uirself sick, tlut'i what
you will di, Amanda l.aur," replied Miaa
Ileliaioe, "but if ou want )our garden over
run, and pour aiher spoons stolen, and jour
ttouse full ot tl'ua, and our uervts prostiatml,
why. Its ) our own fault. I must gi in ami
get my jilly started,"
Miss ltoxburr went up tho pith ttfturrn
Ihu u .tloiii'.s au 1 hull) hok, euterttl the
larv, .uiiiiv, am kitchen, and set down the
pad af cmriul" lor lUnnali, t'i housemaid,
o pick oer. Then she hung the purple oil
00 uulKiuuct on .he nail that for forty )ar
years Iia.1 Usui dvvoteil to that purpese, and
f rut into bur ovd sittiug room to rest m her
(auinie ch ni mmtvtl rooker. Miis Kili
iclt abtirry ml Ieen for twent) ear,
with the ekiepthiu of a gardener and house,
ascld, the sole occupants of this aiie-itut stvue
dvilliug! that had stood for mir than a evu
tury beuratli I'a elms and luaplts, the pride of
h. vllUg- of l.julord. She was a stem wo
no, who liked but lew peop'r, ami had a
horror of ehildieu, dojj a id euUmuit, The
village bo)s with a kivn p' ixiptloii of her
uympathttio nature, callnl her "O'd Iron.
Am."
She was proud of her birth aod of the sub
stantial property tint she had fallen heir to
at the death of her father, old Judge Kox
bury. 8hn was a member of the Presbyterian
Church and paid a high rcnt.il for the Kox
bury pew, but with that considered that her
pecuniary obligations to the cause were at an
end. As a general ehmg, she had not allowed
conWctioni on the subjict of giving to troub'e
her, but somehow, cer since Sunday, whin
tho pistor stntid the work of 'tho Kicsh Air
Kun 1, and made a fervent appeal for "thco
httlo ones that sufTer," she had been subject
clto numerous vagtti) uncomfortable sc fa
tions. She ro.ked bick and forth in the spa
cioiH eittini'-room, that no fly dared tj in
vade, nnd noted tho perfect order of the
apartment. From th i china ihcphcrdess on
tho mantle to thu braided rugi at the door,
everything occupied tho samo position as in
fie dajs of Miss Hoxbury's girlhood. There
was torture in the thought of hating the
tible cover pulled away, of seeing the shells
an 1 prim old dagucrrotypes disarranged on
the Whatnot, of having sand tracked in by
small feet over tho faded Brussels carpet, and
her pet verbena bed invaded by eager young
fingers.
Surely religion and humtmity could not de
mand such a sacrifice of her!
' Please, ma'am, the currant9 are ready 'o
bo put over," said Hannah, at the door.
Alisi Koxburrj arose at oncc.gladof another
channel for her thoughts, hut amid her weigh
ing and measuring, nnd tier careful calcula
tions of pints and pounds, the strange im
pressions did not leave her mind.
After the rich crimson syrup had been pour
ed into the row of shining tumblers on the
table, she returned to her chintz covered
rocker, nnd tiok up the Iliblo to read hf r
dally chaptci. Opening it at random, her
eyes fell upon these words :
"Then shall He answer them saying, 'Inas-
muck an u did it not unto one of tho least of
these-'"
Miss Itoxbtiry read no further on that page,
but hurriedly turned Inek to Chronicle.which
she felt was perfectly safo ground. Hut
mingled with tho long geneological tables, she
siw other words between tho lines, so that
the Israelitish records ran thus :
"The son of Klktiiah, tho boh of .loci, the
son of Aanah (ye did it not )"
"Tho son of Tnhath, tho son of Assir, the
so Kbiasaph, tho son Koran, (Ye did it not )"
Finily the whole pigo seemed to resolie it-
fcplf into these four monojlaliles.
She doted the lliblu put it in its accuBtom
cd place, on the 11 irth of tho lamp, on the
s nth by the match safe, on tho east by B in
y iii4 I'll rims' Progress, and on thu west by n
bunch of worsted roses under a glass else,
She was reitles', lniienble, tormented. Shu
eideavoreil to read the I.ifu nf Napilcou
llmipaite, 'nit c en thu thrilling 8 ory of the
Kiissiiu campaign was lacking ininterrst, com
piled with her own mv aril conflict between
duty and thu cold selfishness of 1 lifetime.
Shu did not enjoy her diniu r, although the
butter b' ana were from her garden, nnd the
hlack rapbtrrns wero tho first of the sp.iaon.
She ordered tho horse and rock.iway and
di e four miles after wild cherry lurk, for
which she hid no need, as her girret was al
ready a great herbinuiu.
At last tho dre.iry day eaino to its clo'c,
hut wis succeeded bv an (iiiially iincoinfort
ablo night. Amid frequent tosnng and wak
ing. .Miss Uoxbnrry dienmril of little hands
stri tilling out to her in pitcmis apped, and of
a sid unndciful oice, that said with infinite
reproach :
'Ye did it not.",
Tho Ituv. Josiph Alder was suronsed soon
after hiiakfast the next uininiug by the ap
pearanco nt Miss Knxbui y in the little par
sonage porch. She biought a basket of rasp
berries, and said:
"I won't come in this time, thauk ) ou. I
just wanted to say I'll take one one of those
children."
II.
"Mamma, is it inornin'!"
"No, Dot, go to ilcep."
1 he child turned restlessly on the miserable
straw pallet 111 a cornerof the small, hot room.
It was after midnight and in summer, but
them was a tire in tho stove, for the wo nan at
the pine tabid was ironing by the light of a
glimmering tallow caudle. There was no
hrreie, but in at the one window came stilling
poisonous odors,
Pale nnd faint, tho mother bent orr her
work, and sniootlud the dainty calico lres
as cuefully as if it were the finest muslin and
lacu She hid worked from eaily dawn tin
til dark at lur daily tisk, buttonholes at four
cents a doen. A cup of tia and crust of bread
had beim her susteunice. Tor Pot there was
a bun and an orange,
The dress was tiniahed and hung on the only
chair in the room, with several other small ar
ticles A hat of coarse white straw, with a
blue ribbon twisted around it; a pair of bright
stockings; a tiuy handkerchief, with a bit of
color ill the Iwrder. All were pitiful lit t'i
ture but dear m patient toil and loving sacri
fice Hot was goieg to the country for two
long, blissful weeks, anil tho mother could
csmr the expose of tho meagre outtit by some
extra depruatiou during the fluids aloeuce.
She turned tow aril the pallet, lVjt's iole
eji's had opend. Her golden curia were tan
,;le I by the tossing of toe lit He head upon the
pillow Her thin, pinched features were
tlusheil with a tet-ruh excitement.
' Mamma, is it inortiiii'?"
"No, darling."
The woman blew out the light, and threw
hersilfou the pu'ltt. Tiny fingers crept
eg-r.) ii, to hir palm.
"Mamma, tell me more about it," pleaded
Dot
"Puling, it is yrar and years aiuee ruamma
saw the country, but It wis just as I have told
ou Wide, clian streets; wit'i bij; triea and
blue sky ovsruca1."
0 o" murmured I)jt. "Doe yoo
spose they'll ive me one floer, mamma? I
WILLAMETTE FARMER: PORTLAND, OREGON, DECEMBER
found one on the streets once a 'ittle w'lte
(lower. A hdy dropped it."
"Yes, dear, i.nd jou'll have all the flowers
you want. Don't talk any more to-night."
The sky was already whito with the dawn.
The mother did not sleip. As the light of
another day of inisi rj crept into the room she
raised In rnjlf on o.ie elboA- and looked long
at her clmd. restraining an impulse to snat.h
it to In r heart, then softly rose, and after
bathing her face and hands and kneeling in
prayer for tndur.vice, took her work and sat
down b) the narrow window. A few hours
I iter the stood amid the bustle of tho Grand
Central Dipot witu UjI clinging to her dress.
A crowd of wondeiiug, cxp itant cliildieii
were being marshalled into line to take their
places on tho eastward-bound train.
"Come," said the kind gentleman in charge
tl)ot.
"Dot kissed her mother "good-bj," and
laughed e en while the tears ran down her
cheeks, as shu entered the ranks of the old
procession.
"Oh, sir'" said the mother as she turnd
away, "take good caio of my baby. l'p
nothing else in the world."
III.
There, was an unusual stir in the village of
Lynfoid. The railway station was thronged
with people, and surrounded by vehicles
awaiting the a'ternoon train.
The llcv. Joseph Alder and the ministers of
sister churches com ersid together on the plat
form. "A glorious charity!" said the Baptist inin
iter, laising his hat to wipe the perspiration
from his brovi.
"I expect that these poor children will be a
great blessing to our people," said the Metho
dist minister, "in broadening the sympathies
and warming tho hurts of sumo who h.vc
been oblivious to all interests save their own.'
'Yes," n plied Kev. Mr. Aldir, "I have a
practical illustration of that, not a stone's
throw from where we are etandinj "
Tho "pintical illustration" consisted of the
Koxbury mekaw y drawn up amid tho other
conveyance, with Miss lteliance on the back
sea, in a state of mind in which newly-fledged
philanthropy stiugglcd with a terror of ragi
inullins. She had comu t' the conclusii n that
i.er visit to the par-onage had been made dur
ing au attack of incut il aberration; but the
innl of a K ixhury was is immovable as the
historic granite on which Zephanian Roxbury
-tipped from the M i) flow-r m 1020, nnd the
last representative of the raca would not falter
now, although seized with dire apprehension
whenever her ejes reted on the verbena bed
It was with a grim determination to brave
the worst that she awaited the train that af
ternoon, but when iheloiomotiveappearedon
thu bridge below the village, the thought of
the dreidful boy who was coming to invade
her peiceful domtin ileal ly overcame her, and
her iinpuls- was to ordi-r the hired man to
drivo Inline as quick y as poasib'e. She could
appreciate the emotions of a Koman dame at
tl o approach of the Vandals.
As the tnin s tipped at the station the peo
ple crowded forwaul to welcome their guests.
Miss Itoxhtny pet red aiixiou Iy from tho rock
away. It was not a viry appalling tight. A
group of pcrle littlccluldieii, tired, dusty and
bewildered. Many eyis overflowed as the
train moved on and 1 ft these wistful faces,
pinched by want and misfortune, in the mi 1st
of tiin kindly villagers.
"Hire, Miss It ixlmry, is a wee limb for
you," said Mr. Alder.
Miss lluxbury had not observed his ap
proach in the crowd, and gave a start of Bin -prise
as he stood before lur. As she looked
there was a curioiH no iati m under the lift
side of her cnpi snawl, and her cold gray
iiea grew mistv.
Tho "dreadful boy" had changed into a tiny
girl of six years, an frail as a snow drop, whose
coarse attire c mid not m r the loveliness of
her dark violet ees ami hair of tangled sun
beam. The little creature stretched out her
arms to Miss Koxbury, who reached forwird
and took hr into the rockaway, the ancient
springs of whic'i creaked with astonishment.
"What is you name" said Miss Roxbury,
feelingstrangelyawkward as they drove along.
"Dot," said the child; "you hasn't kissed
me yet, has you!"
Miss Roxbury bent forward and kissed the
chihi. Tho rockaway ere iked louder than be
fore The touch of the childs mouth thrilled
through, the the iron nerves of tho woman
with a sensation inexpressibly delightful.
Miis Roxbury had imagined her life to be a
a happy one. She now discered that she
had mi-taken selfish isolatiou for happiness.
She was beginning to be happy for the first
time in fiftv eirs. Dot was too tired to be
very talkative, but she leaned against MU
Rnxbury with a look of quiet wonder and con
tent in Iit eyes.
"Is I goin' to stay bore!" she asked, as the
rockaway stopped rt the Roxbury gate, an!
she surveyed the old stouo h mse with wood
bine clambering over iU gray walls.
"Yes, child."
Dot's face grew luminous. A lath, a boun
tiful supper of bread and milk, and a walk in
the girdin kept he j ) ful until twilight, but
with bedtime came the loogiu? for her moth
er.
"1 wants my mamma -my own mamma,"
she said.
l'hen Miss Roxbuiy gave full vent to the
instinct that cau never be utterly destroyel
iu a woman. Taking the child on her lap she
caressed the white face and sunny curls in a
restful, to ithing w ay, and talked so cheerfully
t at the shadows fell from the violet eyes,
and Dot, matting e'o, said, "1 love ou."
Mi.a Koxbury had not only begun to le
lupp); she had b-gun to live. iVith the
coming of this sweet child heaven was chang
ing the dull prvo of her existence into celes
till rhythm. Herojld, lovrless nature in the
Piisenetj of this tiny girl, was already becom
ing Christlike in its Under miuisery,
lKit effertd htr evening prayer, and was
put in Miss Roibury's own stately bed.
"Good night, dear," said Miss Roxbury,
with a kiss.
"Dood night," said Dot, buryinz her face
in the great bunch of white roses she hal
brought to bed with her; "I feel 'zif I'd died
an' goue to heaven."
Miss Roxburg passed a wakeful night, but
not a nstless one. Hei mind was filled with
p'ans, and then it was such a pleasure to lis
ten to the toft breathing at her side, and oo
cision dly to touch tho little hand on the
count-rpane, still holding on to the treasured
r ics.
The next day Dot ran nearly wild with de
light. She rev elleil among the dai'ies in the
deep, solt grass, and it w.i pitiful to see how
small au object could charm her hungry mind.
(iod sconimouist gifts were ujknown to her
in their bounty a id purity. Sunshine, sweet
air, flowers and b rd-songs were enough to
make her happy, and w hen she found the
brook that danced acio-s the meadow her de
light was unbounded. After a day or two
Miss Roxbury took the morning train down to
Bradley ille to do some shopping. She was
gone until night, and all tho way home she
thought of the glad voice that would wel
come lir, and her face grew so radiant with
the new joy in her soul that when she
alighted laden with parcels at the Ljnford
station old Deacon Bennet failed to recognize
her until she had passed him.
"Wal I declare," he said, "Reliance looks
as if she'd diskivereda gold mine."
Miss Roxbury reached home and soon had
the "gold mine" in her arms.
After tea the parcels had to be opened.
There were paper patterns, rolls of muslin,
-mb-oidery and blue flannel, a pair of child's
clqipera, daiuty hose, bright ribbons and a
large doll.
"Oh, oh, ho!" was all that Dot could say.
but her tone expressed more than the most
extensive volume on philanthropy that was
evir written. The village dressmaker was in
stalled in the house for a week. The Rocky
Mountain patchword was consigned to the
seclusion oi the spare-room closet, and Miss
Koxbury developed a taste in Mother Hub
bard dresses and milled aprons that was truly
marvellous.
In t'ie meantime she wrote a letter to Dot's
mother, to which Dot added a picture of the
cit, which, although not absolutely true to
utture, resembling, in fact, the plan of a
mme, was a great satisfaction to the young
arti-t There came no reply to the letter.
Dot's checks were getting rosy, aud her
step buoyant.
"If it wasn't for my mamma," she said, "I
wouldn't want to go back forever'n ever."
When Mr. Knox, the gentleman in charge
of the party, called to see that Dot would be
ready at the appointed time, Miss Roxbury
exel limed almost fiercely :
"I can't let her go. I need her. Why
may I not keep her?"
"I no not believe her mother would part
with her," said Mr. Knox.
Miss Roxbury was silont for a few moments
tnd lookod out on tho lawn where Dot was
swinging in a hammock with the dog and cat
ill her lap.
"It will ho a very dull house withcut the
c'lild," she stid, "but I will bring her to the
stition."
IV.
When the morning of Dot's departure
camo. Miss Roxbury arrayed herself in her
icvnud-best black silk, put a few articles in
i satchil, filled a small basket with fiesh
'-'g, new huiscuir, a pat of butter and a bot
tle if c irraut a'ine, and said to Hannah :
"I may be gone two or three days. Have
the cast chamber thoroughly aired and dusted
before I get back. Tell Hiram to taken peck
t pras Jown to Mrs. Alder. Don't forget to
see if these cauned strawberries have worked
or not, and be sure the front door is kept
bolted, and put that last brood of chickens in
tnu other coop, and keep a newspaper over
the geranium slips in the afternoon.
"Yes. ma'am."
"And, Hannah, be very careful to keep
out the flies, and tell Hiram to fix the well-
urli; he is so apt to forget things "
Dot waa bathed in tears as she mounted to
her place in the rockaway.
"Isn't I comin' back !" she said.
"I hope so, dear," replied Miss Roxbury,
w ho appeared preoccupied and anxious, and
-carcely heard Dot's chatter on her way to the
,tatin.
' Why, Miss Roxbury," said Mr. Alder, as
he assisted her to the platform, "you are a
leri table fairy godmother. This rosy, dainty
maiden cinnot be the tame bit of humanity
that I held in my arms a fortnight age. You
will miss her, will you not !"
"I shall go with her to New York anyway,"
said Miss Koxbury, and I don't mean to come
back alone, either. Mr. Abler, I hope God
will forgiie me for the empty house I've had
ill these years."
"An empty house means a lonely heart," he
replied, "I'm glad )ou're going with the
child."
That afternoon Miss Roxbury anl Dot, at
tended by Mr. Knox, wended their way
through a dark alley iu one of the most
squalid districts of New York City, and
climbed flight after flight of riekety stairs in a
rear tenement.
The heat, the filth, the scenes of misery
were indescribable. Mis Roxbury felt as if
she w ere on the very confine of the bott un
it ss pit.
D H darted down a long passage and disap
pearetl in room beyond. The friends fol
io ed and behel I her clasped tightly in the
arms of a wan figure that lay on a pal'et. The
woman had fainted.
"Mamma, mamma, look at met" pleaded
Dod, and began to cry.
There wa no water in the room, and Mr.
Kimx took a cracked pitcher from the shelf
and wtnt with Dot in search of some. Miss
Roxbury knelt beside the woman, who was
only about thirty vears of age, and had been
vrrv attractive as a voun? nirl. Ther waa &
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gleam of gold on her left hand. Her hair wa
sunny, like Dot's, and her features delicately
shaped. The Utter that Miti Roxbury had
written lay crumpled and tear-stained on the
pillow.
While Miss Koxbury gazed tho woman
opened htr ecs. They were beautiful cyts.
but sad with wait and a stn.gcle against
despiir. She tried to sit up and inoanrd :
"My biby please givo me my baby I"
Just then Dot returned and carried tho
pitcher of water to her mother, who drank
long and eagerly, then holding out her arms
to Dot, sud feebly to Miss Koxbury:
"Oh, madam, will you tak care of my lit
tle girl! I think I am going to die."
"You're not going to die not a bit of it,"
said Mis Roxbury, pouring out somo wine
into a toacup, "but I'll tako caro of you
both. There, drink this and ou'll feel better
right away. How long since you've had any
thing to eat !"
"Day before yesterday," was the faint re
ply. "I had to stop work four days ago."
"Now, Mr. Knox," said Miss Roxbury,
slipping her purse into his hand, "just step
out to the nearest grocery and ordr some
kindling wood and tea and sugar. I'll poach
a nice fresh egg for this poor soul and well
see about getting her out of this place."
The woman's face brightened, but she said,
"I'm triving you much trouble."
"Trouble!" "I am all a'one in the world,
audl'voa house with twenty-four rooms in
it, and plenty to do with, and what I've been
thinking of all these years I can't say. I've
been a crusty, cold, disagreeable old fossil,
Mrs. Winthrop, and when I come down here
and find folks starving to death and crowded
like cattle, I wonder the good Lord's had any
mercy en me. Don't you worry another
mite. Here's the fire stuff already."
Miss Roxbury rolled up her Bleeves, put an
apron over her silk skirt, and, while Mr.
Knox built a fire and brought water to heat,
she bathed Mrs. Winthrop's face and hands
and brushed out her hair.
"Thank God! why, I'm better alreadj,"
said Mrs. Winthrop, with a rare smile.
"Of course you arc, child," said Miss Rox
bury. "We'll see what good food and moun.
tain air will do for you jet."
A few dajs later found an occupant in the
great east cl amber ot the Roxbury house.
Mrs. Wiuthrop satin an easy-chair before
the open window inhaling the frngrauce of the
blossoming honey suckle that nodded to her
through the casement.
The rnornin? sunlight fell across her bright
hair and peaceful face.
Dot hung over her shoulder and threw
daisies in her lap
Down by the garden fence stood Miss Rox
bary, talking with her neighbor, Mrs Lane.
Mrs. Winthrop smiled from her window,
and there came an answering smile from the
depths of the purple calico sun-bonnet,
"So you're really goin' to keep 'em !" said
Mrs. Lane.
"Yes, I'veadopted both of 'em," replied
Mits Roxbury with a Te Deum iu her voiee,
"aud I've scut for half a do.en little girls to
stay until cold weather."
"Well, it does beat all," eaid Mrs. Lane,
wiping hrr e) es on the corni r of her checkered
singham apron. "I s'pose I needn't ask you
now, Reliance, what you think of the Fresh
Air Fund?"
"What do I think of it?" said Miss Rox
bury, gravely, "I believe it's been the means
of saving my soul. I should have gone into
the next world holding my head pretty high,
and considered myte'f better th in most folks,
and the Judge would have said, 'Reliance
Koxbury, I gave you a large house and a lung
bank account. What have you done with
them?' Then how my empty .ooms and
giandfather Koxbury's gold pieces would
have stood up against me I And He would
have said, "Ye did it not unto me. Depart
fromni.;!' And what answer could I have
made him? It is very true," she continued,
as Dot came flitting down the path like a
fairv. "of such is the Kingdom of Heaven."
Ar. '. Trihunt.
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