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AUNT JE AN'S IJBTTEK.
Infirmary, Nurses, Donations, A Twilight Visit. Incidents. Lenten Thoughts. Dear Friends: ' What should a Mid-Lent letter be if not a message to,hearts grown tender by daily communion with Him "who spent these forty days and forty nights in deeper humble ness of spirit than we 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 grace. The brick annex is nearing 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 the 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 give. So faithfully ... has Miss Westcott fulfilled her mission for a dear young girl this holy season, that though not mighty to save, yet the bereaved parents were unwilling to lit her go for days afterwards. AMONG THE POOR ! there was 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. Dutf kindly made $350. Ia one particular nook, beneath handsome 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 theWhite 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 twentyrfive doW lars had swelled his little treasury. On that last night,- while rain poured in torrents, a message came that he must haBten 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 he does not for get the sweet girl who was so kind to him. Night after night he 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 sweet 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 $264, the annual endowment fund for one cot, Mr. Will ' Pickett gave $25; and THUS THE WORK GOES ON. Mrs. F. Gorton has sent valuable papers for reading. Mr. J. C, 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! Cl F. Simbnds, who has given so much from the ' very first, sent one dozen cans of corn, ditto peaches; ditto peas; One, dozen oranges, ditto apples, ditto banan as, also hominy, grits and candy. Mrs. Ben Bruce sent old papers, for which there are so-many uses. Mrs. Warren, a glass of jelly, old papers, and two pounds of butter. She is always big-hearted and watching for . a chance to help. Mrs. France has again sent some of her delicious crisp white celery, than which there is nothing more refreshing. Miss 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 gave 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 mac 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. Spanier, a vendor of tinware, gaye three tin boilers. Mrs. S. H. 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. '.. : iiO.. . ..... . i Taylor, the x matron, gave a set of muffin rings. This closes the list to the 19th inst., but there is scarcely a day without some con- j tribution. This report does not include the y ield, from the. nurses' j engagements outside, which must, reach nearly two hundred dollars. Stanhope Totten, the lad who has been ill all winter, is better now, and so grateful that he sent one round silver dollar as his offering. This is not the first gilt 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 THE FRIENDLESS was cozy and peaceful in the wan ing daylight when I called. The bell, which always rings with a peal, broughtFIip 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. He 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 iuto the darkness she said, "Dick, Dick." "Clear out! Clear out!" he screamed irritably; so she let him be" for a while. When next she went he lay, toes up, and made no sign. Whether Flip got the best 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 i-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 ot 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 , Steele, who sat listening and trimming her finger nails, "we ; have, a , good home, plenty to eat,; a good Matron, and we never want to leave." "But oh!" sighed Aunt Patsy, "if it would please, the good Lord to prepare me and call me now,, right now, what a blessing! Ninety-two years and , better have I come. I have to be waited on now. Maybe I'll get so J can't do anything at all. How much, better if I could end it all." And then I drew her thoughts to her carpet balls. She had made twenty-nine since 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.. "Get out," she cried sharply, and. added, as he veered oft and shook his head cunningly from side to side with eyes shining, "he's a fine pup, but I'm afraid he'll hurt , my side," the lame side. Dear friends, there are many of 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. Subscribe for The Record. Lonesome. 1 BY E. D. P. ' Mama, has God got any more Dust up in Heaven?" "Why, my1 dear?" "Because," said May, "if He has. got . Some more nice dust away up there, I wish He'd 1 make" and she laughed with glee, "A little brother to play with me."' Little Johnny I say, pa, what does a "star" mean ? , ' . Pa o(who is an actor and has starred) It is an abbreviation of' starvation, my son. Texas : Sift ings. 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