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THE NOBTHEKN" TRIBUNE. JULY 30, 1881. NORTHERN TRIBUNE. nterl at tli loittotttci at Cheboygan Mich., as Reoonct Clans Matter SATURDAY. JULY 80. 1881. MOTHERS AND CHILOIIEN. v OneofClirl.t'a TeaParflea. "There'll be Jennie, she's one, and Mamie and Lulu, they're two no four. Oh, mamma, it mortifies me that I can't count three. And Kittle, and Flo and Grace. Mamma, are you In real truly earnest V" "Yes, dear; you can take your choice between birthday presents and a tea party." "Oh, I've chose the party the moment you mentioned 'bout it. But am I to do all my own 'vitlnR? All my own self V" The family were gathered in the room for worship, and mamma only had time to nod "yes," before books were jfiven out and the reading was begun. Pinkie sat still as a mouse, thinking who to in vite to her party, until papa, on whose lap she sat, read In his turn. "Then said he also to him that bade them: When thou makest a dinner or supper, call not thy friends, nor thy brethren, nor thy kinsmen, nor thy rich neighbors; lest S y they also bid thee again, and a recom pense be made thee; but when thou makest a feast call the poor, the maimed, the lame, and the blind." I Pinkie was very attentive all the res of the time. As thy rose from their knees she whispered eagerly to her father: "Who is he? The one that said who to in vite to your party ?" And when he answered: "The Lord Jesus, darling," she said, musingly, "I s'posed it must have been. Nobody else would have thought of it, would they?" and, without waiting for an answer, off she ran. The girls were all very loving in school that day. Jennie Davis, in the strictest confidence "Promise you'll never tell; so longas you live, never," had told half the girls and they told the other half. l Pinkie May was going to have a tea-party to-morrow and her mother said she could invite just whom she pleased. Hu man nature is small girls is strikingly like the same thing in big people. Pinkie was overwhelmed with offers of jujube paste, licorice root, pop-corn, and, from a few choice spirits, chewing-gum; to say nothing of slate pencils that were showered on her when she couldn't find her own. But she bore her popularity with a good deal of dignity. "A girl nine years old musn't act like a pack of children any more," she told Jennie Davis, who admired and agreed. To-morrow came, bringing with it many kisses and good wishes for Miss Nine-year-old from big sister Maggie down to brother Jack. "What time does tho party begin?" asked papa at the breakfast table. "Five o'clock," said mamma. "Who have you invited, Pinkie?" "Mamma, please don't ask 'till you see 'em come in. You know you promised. And I haven't 'vited them yet, and she hurried oil to escape from that provoking Jack, who marched slowly after her, singing, "Oh, Pink and Blue I'm coming to!" which Pinkie sal was not poetry. "'Cause blue and too d Jn't end with the same letter." Three o'clock caue and no Pinkie. Half-past three! 'our! Half-past four! Mamma looked pave, and Cornelia put on her hat aid went around to the Davises to see if the child hadn't forgot ten the time, talking over the party with Jennie. Back she came in great excitement. "She hasn't been there at all, mother. Jennie says she hasn't invited her or any. i of the girls. . Where do you suppose she is?" Mamma was very anxious, and sister Maggie, who had just come in with a bundle that looked like books, was oHer ing to go out and make a more thorough search, when the door-bell rang. A piercing shriek was heard from Katy as she opened the door; and then Pinkie's voice rang out. loud and clear: "Come in! come right in the parlor! It's just azactly five p'clpck. .1 guess the party's ' most ready. - Come right straight in!" And in they came, Pinkie at their head, serenely triumphant. . Maggie echoed Katy's shriek, The parlor was full of them. Not a pair of shoes among them, though some of them had made an at tempt at clean faces. Irish and German, black and white, two little Italians who had been singing in the street. All the children from Dodd's alley and Green court. Their clothes in tatters, their poor little faces wan and thin. There were two little lame boys; and clinging close to Pinkie's hand, a pale, half-frightened blind child. "Goodness'" screamed Jamie. "Whoso are they? Where did they come from?" "'Most everywhere," said Pinkie. "They don't b'long to hardly any one, cept God. And I've brought them to my party r Mamma laid her hand on Maggie's lips, and frowned silence at Cornelia and , John. "Why didn't you ask me, my dear?" she said gently. "You said just who I choosed," said Pinkie, somewhat aggrieved. "And the Lord Jesus told me to out of the bible. Yes he did, Cornelia! And mamma, I've been all around and 'round, and isn't the party vet ready?"' "She's too good to live," said Katy. "Yis, darllnt, it's ready, just as soon as I iock up ine silver spoons. By this time mamma and the others had recovered their presence of mind, and Pinkie's guests were made most welcome. The very dirtiest had their faces and hands washed, and then they were all marched into the-dining-room and sat down to one or mamma's unrivaled teas. After tea John showed them Rome pic tures, Pinkie told them some bible stories, and Maggie won all their hearts by playing on the piano and singing. . Mamma s full eyes brimmed over when little Ellen, the blind child, after listen ing breathlessly to "The Master has come over Jordon," whispered eagerly, "Is it far, lady? Could I get there? Maybe he'd make me bo's I could see!" "And after all, they didn't behave a bit worse than other children!" said Jamie when they had all gone away, well fed, warm, and very happy, and Pinkie was deep-buried in Maggie's gift, dear, de lightful old Grimm. "Here's de spoons, mum; and not one missing, praise be to Providence I" said Katy. "I'll never speak to you again, never one word so long's I live, Pinkie May," said Jennie Davis the next morning. "To think you'd go and have a party, and never ask your own confldentous friend, and fill your house chock up with beggar children!" "They weren't beggars, either," said Pinkie the valiant; "They haven't beg ged of me. True's you live, I had to coax some of 'em real hard to come." "Coax street children!" sneered Jen nie. "They're God's children, anyhow," said Pinkie, waxing warlike. "And one morning at worship my father he just read out of the Bible, Jennie Davis, 'bout if you're going to have a party, to ask poor people, and lame ones, and blind ones and so I did and not your rich friends who'd a6k you back and that's you, Jennie." "You needn't be afraid of that now, Miss Pink May. "No, Miss Jane Davis, I ain't 'cause I'm sorry to mention it, Jennie but, last week, when I was at your house and your mother gave you chocolate sticks, you ate the whole of one and 'most all the other 'cept one small bite you measured off for me. And I was company, Jennie." Daddjr Carter. BY AIBRO COLLTNGWOOD. "Oh dear!" cried little Sallie Walters, "what shall I do? Here it is night, and I am so tired of living in the street with no one to speak to or care whether I live or die. I've slept for three whole weeks under the stoop of that big stone house over there, and I've about concluded there's not much comfort in sleeping out of doors." This she said to herself as she saunt ered along through the town. She had no father or mother; they were dead or else had abandoned her: so she sold papers with the boys, who assisted her to earn money enough to keep from starv ing. She was a dirty, ragged little thing, with only one friend in the world, and he was Jim Toole, who helped her get her morning papers. Poor fellow, he was quite as soiled and ragged as Sally, but that was because he was too poor and neglected to be anything else, so that night as she was wandering along she did not know that Jim was close be hind her watching to see how and where she was going to spend the night. The clouds were fast gathering, and a storm threatened that would make peo ple enjoy their comfortable homes and firesides, but Sallie heeded not, and walked on until she came as far as Daddy Carter's dwelling, when something hap pened which caused Sallie to dart behind a tree, holding her dress tightly around her for fear she might be noticed. Daddy Carter lived alone in a little low frame house on the turnpike road, because his wife had gone away and left him, and his sons and daughters were quite too fine for the old man"s ways now, and being, nobody knows how old and a little peculiar, he was left to get along the best way he could. Upon this night he had not noticed the threatening clouds, but had picked up his hat and cane from the shelf and started towards the town to spend an hour with his com panions, locking the door securely as he came out that no thieves mizht enter during his absence and steal all he owned. "There!" he exclaimed thrusting the key into his trouser's pocket, "I guess I've made fast everything; it's pretty lonely living this way and folks like a bit of company now and then, so I'll be off to the inn to bide awhile." But hav ing no wife to keep his wardrobe neat and tidy, and being old and tottering, he quite overlooked the hole in his pocket and did not feel the key slip down his leg on the gravel walk. "Sallie did though, but the thought darted through her mind Dot to tell, and once inside the house she could stay for the night; so she watched the old man out of sight, and then thrusting out her hand she clasped the key in her long, thin fingers, and at that moment was accosted by Jim Toole who had overtaken her. "Hulloa. Sallie," Jim began, "what was that you picked up; nothing the old man dropped, was it?" "Hush," cried Sallie, quite overcome with delieht. "it's the key of his house, which slid through his pocket as slick as anything, so when he comes DacK ne won't be able to get in, and for once we'll sleen in doors and not in the street. "Whew!" Jim whistled in a low tone, "if I ain't beat out. Show us the key, Sal." But Sallie was too prudent to let it slip out of her own hands and clasped it tighter and tighter. Presently the rain began to descend in heavy drops, and the children ran on the stoop to avoid a drenching and apply the key to the lock. But Sallie felt very uncomfortable and loitered so that Jim crew impatient and tried to wrench it from her that he might try his strength and ingenuity. "Oh, Jim," 9ighed Sallie, sorrowfully, "suppose somebody should come and catch us; It ain't our house, and I do feel very scary about going in; let's wait here until he comes back and then tell him how hfl lost it." "Oh, you big coward, who's afraid?" answered Jim; "we're out in the cold and wei, and we're going to make ourselves comfortabla; it ain't often such a chance comes, so you just hand over that key." The temptation was certainly very fitronc.and many abetter little girl than Sallie could not have resisted, but strange to say she held her opinion firmly until Daddy Carter returned, looking every where for the lost key. Toor old man.lt would have been much harder to keep him from his home on such a night than for Jim and Sallie to have to breast the wind and rain. Truly, Sallie'a good angel must have been watching her very cioseiv just men, ior oeiore Jim could stop her she ran out crying Joyfully, nere u is, uaaay uarier, we ve round it right on the gravel walk, so don't feel bad; we meant to wait all the time till you came back." How the poor old man grasped the key with the tears rolling from his eyes and saying, "Whose little girl mayyou be?" gently placing his nana on bailie ahead. Come in out oi tne rain ana tell me who you are?" "Oh, sir, please," oegan same, quite beside herself, "but there's Jim as has no home neither, and he s been kind to me, so if you don't care if I bring him too maybe he'd not feel so bad.,' So both children enterea a clean, com fortable lodging for the first time in their lives, and Daddy Carter suddenly found the house growing brighter for having two young voiees in it, and after hearing Sallie's story discovered how much in want he was of a little helper now he was old; so bailie . and Jim stay ed to help the old man until they grew into manhood and womanhood, and then they laid their old friend away in his last home, and the boy and girl who were saved from sorrow and trouble by Sallie's honesty learned to thank the dear Heavenly Father for putting a good thought into the little beggar girl's heart: and so it is. dear children, with every one who yields not to temptation; ?ou may be sure God never forgets the past little one tries to do right, and he is always watching 10 neip us it we win only try, too. 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