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AUNT JEAN'S LETTISH.
Inflrninry, Nursca, Donation,
A Twilight Visit. IncldcutM.
Lenten Thought.
Dear Friends:
What should a Mid-Lent letter
be if not a message tojiearts grown
tender by daily eommunion with
Him who spent these forty days
and forty nights in deeper humble
ness of BDint than wo can ever
know? I have not all of sunshine
or all of shadow for you. There
is just the blending which mellows
all human pictures however satis
fying. Our
HOUSE BEAUTIFUL
is growing, and bounteous hands
are now, as in all these twelve
months, showering upon us the
means of growth which should be
unto us a means of crace. The
brick annex is ncaring completion.
A leading spirit in progress of all
kinds asked me, "How much will
it cost to furnish a Students' Ward
in your building? There ought
to be some place like that for sick
boys far from home and mother,"
Shall we not encourage tne sug
gestion ? This is the season of the
year which has proved so trying to
southern boys, and numbers of
them are sick now. Oh, for a light
sweet, pleasant room like that
where our last sick girl patient is
cared for; and how fervent her
commendation of the House Beau
tiful, where our white-capped young
nurses brighten the atmosphere of
sickness. Not alone do they cheer
these wards. Out into the homes
where disease and death come they
bear whatever of comfort may be
theirs to cive. So faithfully has
Miss Westcott fulfilled her mission i oranges, ditto apples, ditto banan
for a dear young girl this holy (as, also hominy, grits and candy.
season, that though not mighty to
save, yet the bereaved parents were
unwilling to lit her go for days
afterwards.
AMONG THE POOR
there wa8 one suffering from neg
lect and wretchedness, whose
needs were so soothed by Miss
Larkin that her daily visit was
hailed with inexpressible delight.
Several public entertainments
have interested the people in be
half of our needed fund, and to
the question, "Are you going to
become self-sustaining?" we an
swer that we are. "The Rajah"
was played on the 7th of Febru
ary, by a company of our ama
teurs and netted $200. The beau
tiful Art Loan Exhibit which
was conducted so , cleverly and
amiably by Miss Nettie McDowell
and her assistants, yielded $340,
which Mr. J. M. Duff kindly
made $350. In one particular
, I
nook, beneath nandsome por
traits by distinguished artists, and
surrounded by curios and treas
ures from every land, the sweet,
bright spirit of the enterprise es
tablished John Scott, a delicate
boy, whose game about tbeWhite
House great men, was to be sold
to help his widowed mother.
Kind faces halted before his own
pale cheeks, and hands were busy
with purses, till twenty-five dol-
lars had swelled his littlo treasury.
On that last night,- while rain
poured in torrents, a mcseago
came that he must hasten home,
his mother was ill.
SHE STILL LIES PROSTRATE
on a bed of sickness, and the boy
himself is threatened with a wast
ing disease. But ho does not for
get the sweet girl who was so
kind to him. Night after night
ho has dreamed of her, with the
tenacity of a frail organism and
a precocious mind. On Washing
ton's birthday the boy read an
original sketch of the nation's
hero, which did great credit to
the memory of his father, the
gallant officer, who sleeps in the
Lexington cemetery. So while
taking in money at the Art Loan
for the House Beautiful, the
Bweet charity of helping others
was not forgotten. And the
money came in. Mrs. F. K. Hunt
sent $132; Mrs. Fitzhugh gave $5;
a friend sent $9; another friend
sent 100; Miss Sue Scott $5; Mrs.
Katherine Reid gave $2G4, the
annual endowment fund for one
cot, Mr. Will L'ickett gave 25;
and
TIIU8 TIIE WORK GOES OH.
Mrs. F. Gorton has sent valuable
papers ior reading. Mr. J. U,
Bryant, who has shown much
kindness, sent some useful empty
boxes and packages of garden
seed. Dr. Scott, of New York,
donated three boxes of medicine
and one box of cocaine. Mrs C!
F. Simonds, who has given so
much from the very first, sent
one dozen cans of com, ditto
peaches; ditto peas; one. dozen
iurs. en Jjruce sent old papers,
for which there are so mauy uses.
Mrs. Warren, a glass of jelly, old
papers, and two pounds of butter.
She is always bior-hearted and
watching for a chance to help.
Mrs. France has again sent eome
of her delicious crisp white celery,
than which there is nothing more
refreshing. Mis3 Johns sent
parsley, a bit of green to vary
the winter's bill of fare. Mrs.
Goodloe gave an overcoat for Joe
Preston, the little lame boy adopt
ed by the institution. Messrs.
Cassell & Price sent him two flan
nel shirts. Mrs. Dudley gavo him
stockings. Joe's ambition, how
ever, was for a pair of "galluses,"
so he was gratified in that line.
Miss Jeannie McLean donated a
bound volume of Harper's Month
ly. Mr. S. F. Warren sent raac
caroni, cheese, and cucumber
pickles. E. J. Curley sent a cask
of whisky, and Mr. Johns a jug
of distilled water. Mrs. Maria
Dudley, whose name always ap
pears on the list, gave old linen,
and a padlock and chain for the
ice chest. Mr. Spauier, a vendor
of tinware, gave three tin boilers.
Mrs. S. II. Allen, another whose
heart is in the work, gave three
china bowls. C. A, Johns do
nated a nasal atomizer, and Dr.
McClure, two pus . basins. Mrs.
Taylor, the matron, gave a set wo never want to leave." "But
of muffin rings. This closes the oh!'' sighed Aunt Patsy, "if it
list to the 19th inet., but there is ( would please tho good Lord to
scarcely a day without some con-j prepare me and call me now,,
tribution. This report does not, right now, what a blessing! Nine
include the yield from the nurses' . ty-tvvo years and . better have I
engagements outside, which must, come. I have to be waited on
reach nearly two hundred dollars, j now. Maybo I'll get so J can't
Stanhope Totten, the lad who has do anything at all. How much
been ill all winter, is better now, better if I could end it all." And
and so grateful that ho sent one then I drew her thoughts to her
round silver dollar as his offering.
This is not the first gift from the
children of Mr. A. I. Totten, and;
this dollar was a donation to the
boy while so extremely ill. He
has put it to a noble use.
THE HOME OF TIIE FRIENDLESS
was co7y and peaceful in the wan
ing daylight when I called. The
bell, which always rings with a
peal, brought Flip to the door, now
grown to be much more than an
armful, or a lapful, and he was
wild with frolic. He seemed too,
to monopolize Aunt Amy, and I
found out why he was so happy
when she said in sorrowful tones
that Dick was dead. Yes-Dick
the saucy, the wise, the tyrant of
the kitchen, Aunt Amy's playmate,
is dead, lie got to be too imperti
nent for his own good. One day
he pecked at an unfriendly heel,
which lost no time in kicking him
on his little feathered stomach. He
fell down in a fit and rolled over
and over, she said; but afterwards
he "peerted up." Then he got
fastened up in the coal cellar for
some .hours. Aunt Amy missed
him and began a search Peering
into the darkness she said, "Dick,
Dick." "Clear out ! Clear out !"
he screamed irritably; so she let him
befor a while. When next she!
went he lay, toes up, and made no
sign. vnetner nip got tne nest
of him in a fight, for they were
always at it, or whether the kick
aforesaid gave a mortal hurt will
never be known. Matron Mary
buried him, and poor, widowed
Biddy refused outright to hatch
her eggs. "She won't lay, either
explained Aunt Amy seriously,
"unless I put her on the nest and
tell her she must." But Flip has
it all his.own way now and insisted
on treating me as his best friend.
I saw all the old ladies, but linger
ed longest by the firelight to hear
AUNT PATSY'S STORY.
She was glad of a chat with a
visitor. She and Mother Steele
sit in opposite corners and talk
till tired of each other. She told
how she lost two husbands, one
little daughter of each marriage
coming into the world after the
father's eyes were closed in death,
both of whom are dead . now.
Then of the struggle to live alone,
followed by the kindness of rela
tives, till at last the Home was
the only place left. "And here
I've been for seven years. I
would pot leave here for a home
with the richest person in Ken-
tucky. I have all I want." "Yes,"
said blind Mother bteele, who sat
listening and trimming her finger
nails, "wo have a good home,
plenty to eat,; a good Matron, and
carpet balls. She had made
twenty-nine 6ince my last visit,
she and her blind companion..
She had pleasant incidents to tell
of the lady managers. Mean
while Flip had been capering
about us as we sat close together-
i(Clft nut." aho rr?or1 aVinrnlir onrl
added, as he veered of! and shook
his head cunningly from side to-
j side with eyes shining, "he's a
! fine pup, but I'm afraid he'll hurt
Dear friends, there are many or
my readers who say they like to
hear of these humble ones,
and their dumb playmates. A
workingman met me on the street
and said, "I read your letter
Sunday till I cried. Here is a
dollar for the paper, I want to do.
what I can to help."
A happy Easter tide to all.
Yours in Christian fellowship
Aunt Jean.
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Lonesome.
BY E. D. P.
' Mama, has God got any more
Dust up in Heaven?" "Why, my
dear?"
Because," said May, "if He has.
got-
Some more nice dust away up there,
I wish He'd make" and she
laughed with glee,
"A little brother to play with me.'
Little Johnny I say, pa, what
does a "star" mean ?
Pa(who is an actor and ha
starred) It is an abbreviation of
starvation, my sou. Texas Sitt
ings. FAUNTLEROY ON THE 1J1RTII OF THE,
DIAMOND.
L. L. Fauntleroy Dearest
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Mrs. Fauntleroy Yes, Cedric.
L. L. Fauntleroy Well, dearest
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The catechism, mamma, see
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For very little boys like me."
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