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How can I "O what have I done, what ielp you? What are you doing have. I done?” sobbed Margaret here?" He could scarcely control | loudly, not heeding the kindly his voice; but took both her hands voice of Andrew, who tried to and held them within his own comfort her. Her own conscience he had done so often when as repeated the words, and she child she came to him with her checked her sorrow little and trouble.

said, “It's the wages of sin, “My child is sick," she faltered, Andrew." He had looked about and he is in there," pointing him in Margaret's destitute dwelltoward the saloon. "I came to ing, and he shuddered at the get him home; my child is

very thought of what his poor girl had sick; I wanted him to go for suffered. Little by little he got doctor; but I don't suppose he her to tell him her sad tale, would be able to even if I got which there is no need to repeat, him out with me. Do not wish and he pitied her from the bottom me any evil for what I've done to of his heart. He asked her if it you, Andrew, for I've had plenty

not best to write to her of it." She looked furtively up parents, but Margaret said she at him, and her own eyes dropped dared not.

She had outraged 'neath the sad, brown eyes, so full their feelings, so that she could of pity for her misery.

not hope for their forgiveness. "I'll go for a doctor at once,

But Andrew promised that he he said, "if you will tell

would do it for her this very where you live." She told him night. and hurried home while he went

She did not ask about him; all in search of a doctor.

absorbed as she was in her own Margaret had left her baby in grief, it seemed natural to the care of a neighboring woman have him there that she asked no while she had gone for her hus- questions. He then advised her band, and when she came back to accept the kind offer of her the poor little form lay cold and neighbor to go and stay with her lifeless in the woman's lap.

the remainder of the night, and “ "Thank God your child is he would

again in the spared much misery, Mrs. Green- morning and help her as well ley," said the stranger kindly, as

he could. Before he left he gave poor Margaret, with a terrible cry, her a twenty dollar gold piece, caught the lifeless little one

and said, "Keep it to yourself, her bosom.

Margaret; do not let him get it." Andrew came with the doctor,

And Margaret had sunk so deep but of course his services

and suffered so much poverty that not needed, and he went away

she took it without remonstrating, again, leaving Andrew to comfort only thanking him with her tears. the poor stricken mother.

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WORDS OF WELCOME. Written and read by Mrs. Sarah Rush, at the Old Folks' dinner, which was given them by The Y. L. M. I. A. Richfield, Dec. 28th, 1892.

Welcome, all ye aged veterans!

For this day to you belongs;
Hear the happy strains of music,

Listen to the joyful songs,
Noble fathers, honored mothers,

For your happiness we pray;
Eagerly we strive to serve you,

Make your spirits right and gay.

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room he had rented, with an old acquaintance of his mother's, he sat down and wept bitterly.

“Oh Margaret, Margaret," wailed his heart, “thus should I find you; and I would have sheltered you from all pain.' " When he had quieted down some he wrote an earnest, entreating letter to her parents, telling them of her forsaken position, and implored them to come to her as soon possible. He finished the letter and laid it by ready to mail it early in the morning, and then started another for his mother, telling her all about Margaret, and begged her to be kind to her, when, as he hoped she should come home.

Margaret waited in vain for Andrew all the next day; her little one was buried,

and her husband stayed sober one whole day.

Two days after the funeral her mother came, and the erring child was forgiven. In company they wept over Margaret's sorrow, and the mother proposed that she should go home with her.

"But where is Andrew, my good angel?" enquired Margaret, after having told her mother how they had met. At this her mother burst into tears again, and told her that Andrew had

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home to the Christmas cheer in heaven. On the morning of Christmas day his landlady had found him dead in his chair, with a letter to his mother before him. The doctor said it was enlargement of the heart, and he was quite right.

These, your tair and noble daughters,

Guided by the Lord on high, Long have labored, much have gathered,

That the aged might have joy. We love to see the dear old eyes

With pleasure brightly shine, Your faces filled with radiance,

The light of love divine.

We cannot ask that flowers

Always bloom beneath your feet, For we know the awful poison,

And the sting of things too sweet. We only ask that Father

Will lead us all aright, And guide the weary, trembling feet

Through darkness into light,

Time has gathered all the roses

From your faces long ago. Their precious bloom and order

Has been washed by winter's snow. Yet, we will not speak of age

In a sad and mournful strain, For winter does not come

To bring us tears and pain.

Radiant spring and splendid summer,

Glorious autumn all are gone; But the prospect still is cheerful,

All life's victories are not won.
Though the winter of your lives may come,

No more to pass away;
Though the frost of age may linger,

Throughout eternal day,
There will come a happy spring time

In that home of light above,

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And the almond tree shall flourish,

you will find lots of improvements Bearing fruit of peace and love.

in L-There the eyes, now dim, shall brighten, And the weary ones be free,

The missionary was delighted And the light of love will waken

with the interruption, the two Songs of peace and unity,

had been friends in childhood, There the feast will be eternal,

and although they had met rarely Loved ones meet to part no more ;

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from No hot tears nor aching bosoms, On that bright and happy shore.

"Home", that blessed spot on There all hearts will be united ;

earth, was joyfully welcome to the There the weary be at rest, And with Christ we'll dwell forever,

eyes of this returned missionary. In the mansions of the blest.

Andrew Doyle had been in Europe nearly three years, and although he had received letters

from his own immediate relatives, ANDREW DOYLE'S CHRISTMAS EVE.

the friends and acquaintances THERE it was, in the blue, who began a profuse corresponfrosty air, its grey adobe houses dence with him, had every and its trees, all covered with the ceased to write before he had deep white mantle of winter. His been gone a year. So, although native city: How the heart of he had a general idea of matters the returning missionary thrilled, and things at home, still the as he watched the outlines of the little odds and ends of news and town through the car windows,

personal gossip were all untold, growing clearer and clearer as and now he most assiduously they neared the station. C--- plied the young man beside him Valley is cold, and Christmas with all sorts of questions. finds it robed in its frosty winter “Oh yes, there's lots of new mantle, the hills shrouded with

houses gone up.

Manton's have the white glory of snow and the got a regular dandy of a modern vales still with their babbling house with corners cut off and lips closed in the kiss of the ice put on in every wall of the house. king. But it was beautiful, thought Higbee's have torn down the this enthusiastic young man, front of their house and put on the roofs and spires of his beloved a big, two-storied bay window town sharpened in outline against part. Even Widow Jensen has the circling sky. So intent made enough in the boom to put he in gazing upon the loveliness a whole ba k part to her house, without, that he was startled to and it looks like a long Chinese hear a voice shout in his ear, wash house running nearly out above the rattle of the train.

to the end of her lot. Peter Smith "Hello, old man, getting home has left for Arizona and the whole are you? Well, awful glad to see family of Stukles have moved up you. Not much change, eh? But to Canada. How

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Manda Green married an outsider and she has been left to get along with her young one the best she could, for the Gentile lit out for parts unknown about six months ago. What fools some of our girls are; they seem to think that a fellar that talks rough has a rough heart; and the fop or black-leg of a Gentile who comes here and talks smooth and calls them beautiful creatures, oh he's jo-dandy and away go their wits and their heels in hot pursuit.

"And the other girls; I haven't heard a word about the old crowd for

six months. Mother wrote to me regularly, but she had so much home news to tell me that I didn't get word about other people. “Well, who do

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want to hear about? Hepsy Wison? She's the same jolly girl she ever was, and Hattie Olsen is going with Hery Jones; looks as if they would make a match of it before long. And Rill and Bessie are up in Idaho this winter teaching school.”

“And Nellie?"

"Nell? Oh she's just got married to Ben Johnson. Didn't you kind o’look sweet at her? I heard something about that but had plum forgotten it. old boy, there's just as good fish in the sea as ever was caught."

And then the whistle blew, there was the confusion of arrival at the station, it was home again, and whatever emotion was caused the returned missionary by the

last information was unnoticed by his companion and almost swallowed up in the swelling joy of meeting parents and kindred assembled at the station to welcome him home.

Three hours afterwards, deputation of young men came to the house of the Doyle's and insisted upon his joining them in a Christmas sleighing party to visit the adjoining town of H--, there to attend the grand Christmas Eve Ball held in their honor, and then the return at midnight under the frosty, brilliant stars.

His mother joined in the wish to have him go, as a number of his cousins lived at H

and she was anxious for him to all his aunts and cousins there. But he refused to join them in their merry party in the big bobsled, as he did not want to leave home until nearly nine o'clock, he had many things to say to his beloved parents. He promised, however, to over in his father's cutter, and would be there to enjoy the latter part of the ball. He did not tell them that there was small hopes of his enjoyment at the party, for the one face he wished to see, the one voice he longed to bid him welcome home now belonged in marriage to another, and he could not bear the thought of seeing her or even being in her presence. But for that

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attachment to this girl, that he she's married. I guess the more was not broken-hearted.

sensible way to put the matter is Just at dusk, the bob-sled, with that she was too good for me, and its six steaming, prancing horses, so has married a better man. its buffalo robes and its merry Then his thoughts drifted in inmates halted at his door, and another direction. “So then, Nell Jim Willis, the young man he had Miller is here this winter; I met on the train, came running thought she had settled down in in to beg Andrew to join their her own home in B- She is crowd.

a jolly girl, and I always liked "We've got your old sweetheart her. She wrote to me for several out there, and never mind if she months, and I would have been is married, you can have a seat on glad to have kept up the corresthe other side of her and talk pondence, but I dare say she has about old times, just as cosy as found my letters dull. I am rather need be."

glad now, in the face of all that “Thanks, Jim, but I cannot go has happened, that I did not try now, I have

important to correspond with Nellie Hunt. things to attend to, and I will Some

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courage to write the first letter. “Say, you know Nell's name- It's a good thing I didn't, now; sake and chum is there, too, and she and the boys would have had she isn't married and you can

a better chance to run

me than spark her instead. Oh, come ever if I had written to her; and along."

then there's no letters for herBut the party had

her-well for anybody to see.” without Andrew, for he firmly held The poor fellow gulped down the to his first proposition. As he lump in his throat at the mere rode over, several hours after, he thought of a husband other than could not keep his thoughts from himself for sweet, dainty Nellie dwelling upon the face of the Hunt. sweet girl he had hoped to win It was a delightful ball; there for his wife on his return from his were happy faces and laughing mission.

lips in every corner of the roomy "It is always the way,” he sol- dancing hall.

To be sure,

the iloquized. “I ought to know better room was not lighted by electric than to expect a girl will be true or gas lights, nor were the ladies to a fellow while he is gone on a gowned in rustling silks and lowmission. They never are. I sup

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were the pose such girls are not worthy clothed in swallow-tail coats and of the young men who leave them expanding shirt fronts. The behind. But, that won't do. dresses were pretty, the lights For Nellie Hunt is as true and were good, and the men were well good as gold. I can't help who dressed, and if there were no gas

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