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WINNIE MALONE.
WRITTEN FOR THE MASS. S. S. SOCIETY, AND APPROVED
BY THE COMMITTEE OF PUBLICATION.
BOSTON:
MASSACHUSETTS SABBATH SCHOOL SOCIETY,
DEPOSITORY, NO, 13 CORNHIL.




Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1863, by
THE MASSACHUSETTS SABBATH SCHOOL'SOCIETY,
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Massachusetts.
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WINNIE MALONE.
CHAPTER I.
By the light of thy brightly flashing eye,
By the smile of thy ruby lip,
I claim from thy loving heart one sigh,
For the child who has learned to weep.
By the gentle clasp of thy fair, white hand,
By the glance of thy waving hair,
I claim a boon for those, who stand
On the threshold of despair.
WINNIE MALONE hlad her home in the
poorest quarter of the  city of L, where
dark narrow alleys scarcely separate the
miserable dwellings, filled to overflowing,
with those whose whole lives are spent in
the  mere  struggle  for  existence.   At all
hours of the day, and late into the night,
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4            WINNIE MALONE.
might be heard ribald songs or daring
oaths, while gaunt, hungry figures passed
hurriedly over the broken stairs. Sometimes a group of half-clad children would
collect upon one of the landings, and relate
to each other what they had seen or heard
in their walks.
It was a bright, sunshiny day in midwinter, when such a group were listening to
the recital of a little girl. She had seen a
lady dressed with such elegance, she was
quite at a loss to know how to describe her.
" She was almost as pretty as the angels in
the church. Oh, I wish I had Such a fine
bonnet, such feathers, and such a big fur
cape. I wonder what kind of a house she
lives in. I wish I was that lady."
"She'd not be afther changing places
wid ye," said a stout boy who stood by her
side.
"Oh, no, why should  she," said the
child; and she looked down upon her scanty
dress with a sigh.




WINNIE MALONE.           5
"Here comes Winnie Malone," shouted
two or three voices, and they moved to
make roomn for her in the sunshine. " Tell
us where you have been and what you
have seen, Winnie," said the boy who had
spoken before, and all unconsciously his
voice took a softer tone. "Yes, tell us,"
echoed another; "Winnie always tells us
nice stories."
" I did not go far," said the child; " I
met a lady who gave me a paper, and I
hurried home to read it."' Let us see it," said they, and she took
from beneath her shawl a " Child's Paper,"
and, unfolding it, showed them the pictures,
and explained them as she in her simplicity
understood them. The picture which most
attracted their attention was that of Christ
blessing little children, and Winnie, as she
looked at it, said earnestly, " I wish Christ
would take me in his arms and bless
me!"




6           WINNIE MALONE.
The others looked at her wonderingly;
she had reached a point far above them.
"Winnie," shouted a shrill voice at the
top of the stairs, and closely concealing the
paper, the child left the sunlight and hastened to obey the summons.
" Come in wid ye, and be afther doin
some work.  The child's always dramin
wid her big blue eyes."
Having said this with a menacing gesture, the old woman seated herself and
commenced knitting.
Every thing in the room was in disorder;
the breakfast dishes stood unwashed upon
the bare table, and the floor was covered
with chips and dirt. In one corner, that
was partitioned from the remainder of the
room by a rough board, was a heap of coal
ashes that were to be sifted, to obtain from
them, if possible, some bits of coal. The
mother had gone out to wash; the younger
children were in school, except the baby,




WINNIE MALONE.           7
who was lying in an old cradle, covered
with a patched calico quilt.  It was a
desolate place to call home; but this
room, with two dark bedrooms adjoining,
constituted the home of Winnie Malone.
It was not often, however, it presented
so forbidding an aspect as it did at this
time. The mother had done the washing
for the family the evening before, and that
morning was obliged to iron and mend her
children's clothes before going to her day's
work. Winnie had helped her, and then
walked to the school-house with her little
brother and sister. When she came at the
call of her grandmother, she washed the
dishes, swept the floor, and made the room
as tidy as she could. As she finished, she
said, "I wish I had something good for
father's dinner."
" He'll make a manage with soup to-day,"
said the grandmother; and she brought
from a cupboard a dish containing some




8           WINNIE MALONE.
half-picked bones and some pieces of bread.
Winnie put them into a kettle with some
water, cut a cabbage into shreds, which she
put into the same kettle, and then placed it
over the fire. By the time she had done
this, the baby began to cry. She took him
up, washed him, dressed him in a clean
frock, and then sat down with him in her
arms. She commenced singing one of the
songs she had learned in school, and the
baby soon fell asleep, looking so innocent
and happy, she wondered if Christ would
not take him for one of his children. She
still sat holding him when she was roused
by her grandmother.
" Dramin again, are ye? Yer father'll
be here soon and want a sup of dinner.
Poor enough he'll get; ye'd better make
it ready."
Winnie laid down the baby, and took the
cover from  the kettle to look after the
dinner. It would not have been an inviting




WINNIE MALONE.            9
repast to any one; but hunger makes many
a dish palatable, that would otherwise be
disgusting.
The table was laid with some plates of
the coarsest white ware, some cups, and
some pewter spoons.  After doing this,
Winnie sat down to await the coming of
her father.
And now, as she sits in the cheerless
room, we will introduce her more particularly to our readers.
Winnie Malone was, at this time, but
eleven years of age, although her face
seemed that of a child several years older.
Her eyes were of that soft, tender blue, inll
which a tear seems to be ever lingering;
her mouth small, with thin lips closing
tightly over the white teeth. Her hair was
of a bright, golden brown, that clustered
about her pale face in short, thick curls.
Her figure was slight and graceful, and her
manners quiet and gentle, notwithstanding




10.         WINNIE MALONE.
the coarse associations with which she had
always been surrounded. She was not a
handsome child, but hers was a face that
would have attracted attention wherever
seen; and she seemed strangely out of place
in this home of poverty and privation.
There was a heavy step upon the stairs
and the door opened, admitting a middleaged Irishman, clad in a rough working
dress.  He entered with a sullen, despairing look upon his face, and without
speaking, drew a chair to the table and sat
down. Winnie poured out the soup, and
placed it upon the table before her father,
with a pitcher of water. At that moment
the children came in from school, and
sitting down, ate their dinner with a hearty
relish. The frugal meal was soon finished,
Malone eating hurriedly, and his mother
too much engrossed with him to eat much.
" What's the matter wid ye? Tell yer old
mother. Sure there's something wrong."




WINNIE MALONE.         11
"The master says we'll only have work
a two weeks longer. We'll starve then."
" The Houly Virgin save us! Only cabbage soup to kape the breath of life in us
now.'Sorry the day we iver left ould
Ireland! "
" Don't, mother, don't; the heart's heavy
in me. I've tried to do my best, but it's
all against me. The winter but half gone
and no work. The rest are all to go too,
not a man left. Poor Mary out washing, -
I never thought'twould come to this! "
Winnie heard all in silence, and could
hardly realize what calamity was to come
upon them.  At length the whole truth
burst upon her. She could think what it
was to starve, for only the winter before, a
poor woman who lived in the attic, had
been found in nearly a dying state for the
want of food, and she had seen her. She
was accustomed to live upon coarse food,
but she had never yet suffered from absolute
hunger. The idea of it was terrible.




12          WINNIE MALONE.
Just then her father's closing the door
roused her, and she sprang up to clear away
the remains of the dinner, and wash the
dishes. Her grandmother soon went out
to gossip with a neighbor, and then Winnie
took her paper and commenced reading.
Among the stories it contained, was one of
a beggar girl who had been rescued from
her home of poverty, and kindly cared for
by a Christian family. There was the recital of her sufferings, the many rebuffs she
had met with as she timidly begged for
food; but Winnie thought little of that;
it was the pleasant home she had at last,
and the assurance that she became one of
Christ's children, that made the story so
pleasant to her. Upon the last page of the
paper was a short prayer in verse, and she
read it over attentively, trying to make it
her prayer, and the effort made her happier;
for it seemed to her that in some way she
was getting nearer to Christ.




WINNIE MALONE.         18
Her mother came in looking pale and
tired, and throwing some small bundles
upon the table, took off her hood and shawl
and went into one of the bedrooms. Winnie was accustomed to see her mother look
tired when she came in from washing, but
to-day she noticed it more than ever before.
In some way the child had received a new
revelation of life.
She went into the room with her mother,
and by the dim light saw her lying upon
the bed.
" Oh, mother, are you sick?"
" No, only a headache. If I had a cup
of tea it would make me feel better; there
is some in a paper on the table."
Winnie went out, made the tea, and
carried it to her mother, who drank it
eagerly, and then lay back upon the bed.
She had a headache to be sure, but she was
overworked; and it was the conviction that
she could no longer make such exertions




14          WINNIE MALONE.
for her family, that had sent her with a
heart-ache to her dark room.
She had known better days, and as she
lay there memory brought back her childhood's home, and the pleasant voices of
father, mother, brothers, and sisters. Then
the time when she became acquainted with
Patrick Malone, and turned from the old
home to find a new one with him. How
bright the days were, and how happy she
was when Winnie, their blue-eyed child,
was born to them, and they had plenty to
satisfy their humble wants. Other children
came to them; but they laid them down
beneath the sod, and with this great trouble
came other sorrows. The crops failed, they
could not pay their rent, and the little cabin
must be left. America was the refuge for
the poor, and bidding adieu to friends and
neighbors, they came to this land of promise.  Her husband's mother came with
them; she could not be left behind; and




WINNIE MALONE.         15
although she had never been loved by Mary
Malone, she tried to treat her kindly.
After reaching these shores, her husband
was for some months able to obtain but little
work; but he was sober, and with his wife's
good management and the cheapness of
provisions, it had given them the necessaries of life. At length he obtained employment in the mill, and they rented some
pleasant rooms and took courage.
The past year work had been slack;
sometimes for a week there would be
none; sickness had visited them, and the
additional outlay made it necessary for
them to find cheaper rent. Thus they had
been driven to the third story of the tenement house, in which they were living at
the time my story commences.
There were four children belonging to the
family, - Winnie, John, Kate, and Jamie.
John and Kate were in school; bright,
happy children, content with humble fare,




16          WINNIE MALONE.
rejoicing in a surplus of health and strength.
Jamie was a chubby-faced boy of six months,
the pet of the family.
One by one, their comforts had been
reduced, and with the wife's help, it had
been hard work to live. A severer trial
had now come; but Winnie could not find
it in her heart to tell her mother that her
father was out of work.
An hour had passed, the baby was awake,
and Winnie had amused him so that he
had not disturbed his mother.  She saw the
school children in the alley below, and went
down to meet John and Kate. She told
them their mother was sick, and they promised to be very quiet, and came in without
their usual ringing shout. They sat down
in one corner, and Winnie gave them the
" Child's Paper." They whispered to each
other their comments upon the pictures,
and John, with much effort, spelled out a
short story.




WINNIE MALONE.         17
Their grandmother came in but they did
not see her. "What paper's that ye've
got, and who gave it to you? Let me see
it;" and, without waiting for a reply, she
snatched the paper from the children. She
could not read a word, but she knew the
Catholics had no such paper, and that was
sufficient for her. " A heretic paper, a heretic paper! It all comes of Winnie; she's
always wheedling somebody. A lady came
here one day bringing such papers and
some little books, but she didn't desave me
with her purty looks and soft words. Niver
a one did she lave here."
She did not know she had met Winnie on
the stairs, and given her a paper, that she
had carried about with her, until it was so
defaced she could not read it.
"I'll tache ye to rade sich papers," and
the grandmother made a gesture as though
she would strike the children; but they
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18          WINNIE MALONE.
were too quick for her, and she beat only
the empty air.
Winnie was with her mother, but the angry words caught her attention, and she
went out to see what was the matter. She
had forgotten in her anxiety and sorrow,
that she had given the paper to the children, until she saw it in her grandmother's
hands.
" Oh give me the paper, give me the paper, please don't burn it;" but the paper
was in the stove and the child's heart nearly
broken.
The mother came out and found tlhe children huddled together in one corner of the
room and crying bitterly.
" A purty way ye bring up yer children.
They've been radin a heretic paper. Niver
a Malone did that before. Winnie's been
beggin papers; bad luck to her. No good'11 ever come of her dramin blue eyes.
She's no Malone."




WINNIE MALONE.          19
No one would have thought she was, had
they seen her then beside her grandmother,
whose flashing black eyes were overflowing
with anger. The mother had blue eyes,
gentle and loving, and she bent them upon
her eldest child, with a look that told how
dear she was to her heart. She made no
reply to the cruel words, but endeavored to
comfort her children.
"It was such a nice paper, mother, full
of pretty pictures and stories," said John.
"What made her burn it," said Kate.
"She was ugly to do it, wasn't she? I saw
my teacher have one in school to-day that
looked just like it, and I'll ask her for it tomorrow. I know she'll give it to me, she's
so good, and I'll bring it to you, Winnie."
But this did not comfort Winnie; the
paper had been given to her; it was all her
own, and her sense of justice had been outraged.
The grandmother had seated herself, still




20          WINNIE MALONE.
glancing fiercely at the children and muttering in an undertone. Soon, however,
her thoughts took a new direction, and she
said, hurriedly, "Patrick's out of work;
only two weeks longer and the mill shuts
down."
Mary Malone had heard only the first
sentence; it had needed but this to drive
her to despair, and she fell upon the floor
in a fainting fit. The old woman made no
effort to raise her, but the children crowded
around and endeavored to lift her from the
floor, calling upon her to speak. Winnie
comprehended the trouble instantly, and
called in one of the neighbors, a stout,
healthy woman, who took her up and carried her to her bed.
The application of simple remedies soon
restored her; and the hot tears came coursing down her cheeks as she looked around
upon the little group and thought how soon
they must be beggars.




WINNIE MALONE.         21
"' Oh, mother, don't cry so; 1 can work.
I will work," said Winnie. "I'll do any
thing for you."
The mother reached out her arms and
the child nestled close to her, and sought
with loving words and caresses to comfort
her.
Winnie remembered that the children
were hungry, and her father would soon be
here; she prepared the scanty meal, a cup
of tea for the parents, and some crackers
with the soup which was left from the dinner for the children. It was but little the
older members of the family ate, and that little was eaten in silence. After supper they
crowded around the stove, while one small
tallow candle burned upon the table. The
children soon grew sleepy and were put to
bed; but. Winnie was no longer a child, and
she sat by her mother.
When the grandmother went to her room,
Malone turned to his wife and said, "0




22          WINNIE MALONE.
Mary, that ever I should bring you to this!
The master gave me leave to go and look
for work this afternoon, but I couldn't get
any. This is worse than Ireland, for there
was always a patch of ground and a shelter,
if it was a mud cabin.
"I will try to work, Patrick; we shall
not starve."
4" I never thought to hear that word from
my wife, but I fear we'll come to it."
"We must live closer," said Mary; " the
children need some new clothes, but I must
patch the old ones and make them do. The
good Lord will not quite forsake us; I remember my mother used to say,'It is a
long road that has no turn,' and ours may
come to be better."
"Winnie," said her father, " It's time
you were in bed; you ought not to be
sitting here. The trouble's bad enough for
us, and will come soon enough to you."
"I'm not sleepy, father, and I'm  not a




WINNIE MALONE.          23
child; I'm  almost a woman. I know all
about it; we're poor, and you're afraid we
sha'n't have enough to eat, and get sick as
Mrs. Brogan did. Isn't that it, father? "
"Yes, child; " and the man's head sunk
upon his bre'ast, for the words had painted
their situation more plainly than he had
dared to think of it."
"' Can't I do something, father? Some
of the children in the next house take
baskets and go into the streets and get bits
of rags and paper, and some of them bring
home bones sometimes. I heard some of
the boys talking about it, and they said they
sold them for money. They always look so
dirty, I thought I wouldn't do it for any
thing; but I will, if I can help you. It
won't be any worse for me than for them."
" No, no, you must not do that," said her
mother; " I can't bear that."  "Never,"
said her father; but he did not know.
The fire died out; they were too poor to




24          WINNIE MALONE.
replenish it, and they went to bed to escape
the cold.  Sweet is the sleep  of the
poor, for it brings them forgetfulness of
want; but it came not, that night, to Patrick Malone or his wife. The burden lay
too heavily upon them, and a third and
younger heart staggered beneath its weight.
The morning dawned cheerlessly; the
cold had deepened during the night, and
the clouds hung heavy and dark in the
sky; fit emblems of the shadows that rested
upon many a home.
A cracker with some water was all the
breakfast Malone could eat, and that nearly
choked him. The great heart-sobs were
swelling up in his throat, and left no place
for food.
Winnie was the first to rise, after her
father went out, and with their scanty store
of wood she lighted a fire, and then tried
to find some bits of coal in the heap of
ashes. She was successful, and soon might




WINNIE MALONE.         25
be heard a faint crackling that gave a slight
promise of warmth. Her mother was too
ill to rise, and she coaxed the children to
remain in bed until time to get ready for
school. She then washed and dressed them,
giving them for breakfast some crackers
with a little molasses. This satisfied them,
and they started for school with happy
hearts.  Soon after they were gone the
baby began to cry, but Winnie's pleasant
words and kind care soon made him goodnatured, and she wrapped him in an old
shawl and bolstered him up in the cradle..
She knew her grandmother was awake,
for she had heard her talking; but she had
not forgotten her paper, and did not go to
speak to her. But when she came into the
kitchen and cowered by the stove, Winnie
pitied her; she knew she was suffering
from the cold, and she brought an old quilt
and wrapped it about her. " There, grandmother, that'll help to keep you warm; it's




26          WINNIE MALONE.
very cold this morning, and we can't have
much fire. I'll make you a cup of tea."
She had not been unmindful of her
mother, but all she -desired was quiet, and
Winnie had tried not to disturb her. When
the tea was ready she drank a little, but
neither she nor the grandmother ate any
thing.
The darkest day has an end, and this day
at length wore away. The children were
again sleeping soundly, the father sitting
by the stove, and his mother near him,
wrapped in the quilt she had worn during
the day. Winnie was with her mother, who
was even worse in the evening than she had
been in the morning.
There were a thousand homes in that
city, flooded with wealth and luxury; but
there was no ray of comfort for the anxious
hearts in the home of Patrick Malone.




WINNIE MALONE.                27
CHAPTER II.
AYE, press thy hands together
With quick and fervent clasp,
And thank thy God for shelter,
To shield thee from the blast.
Draw nearer to the hearth-stone,
When wintry winds blow chill,
And bless thy heavenly Father,
Who doeth all things well.
ANOTHER morning dawned, colder and
more cheerless than the one that preceded
it; there were but a few sticks of wood left;
the heap of ashes yielded no more coal, and
whatever  the  future  might bring, they
must have a fire. A dollar was spent for
wood, the ashes were carried off, and the
floor washed as well as Winnie could do it.
After that she assisted her mother to rise,
and, placing her in the most comfortable
chair they had, proceeded to get her break



28          WINNIE MALONE.
fast. A cup of tea with a little milk, which
was a rare luxury, a piece of bread nicely
toasted, made a repast which  Winnie
thought good enough for anybody. And
she was repaid by seeing her mother eat it
with evident relish. Mrs. Malone was able
to look after the baby, and by noon she
had regained something of her accustomed
cheerfulness. When her husband came in
he seemed so glad to see her up, and the
children were so happy; she felt that she
could endure any privation while her family
was spared to her. She looked their situation fairly in the face, and prepared to
meet it.
They had a few dollars, which must be
saved, if possible, to pay their rent and buy
wood; their food they must manage to obtain
in some other way; she would try again to
wash, even if it did exhaust her feeble
strength.
Night came again, and Mary Malone and




WINNIE MALONE.          29
her husband sat down to a long, sorrowful
conversation, in which every plan either
could suggest, was thoroughly discussed.
She could live on a little, but how to live
on nothing was now the question, and she
could not answer it.
Winnie sat listening, and went to bed
determined to see the little rag-pickers in
the morning, and inquire more particularly
of their success. Soothed by this determination, she fell asleep and did not wake
until her father had gone to his work, and
her mother had been up for some time. The
sun shone brightly, the weather was warmer,
and every thing seemed more cheerful.
After eating some bread, she went out
into the alley and found the children with
their baskets, ready to start for their day's
gleaning. They were talking noisily, and
looked so ragged and dirty, she shrank
from being ranked with them; but the
thought of her poverty overcame her scru



30          WINNIE MALONE.
ples, and she went up to them. The largest
one of the group, Bridget Murphy, a coarse,
stout girl, with an old woollen shawl over
her shoulders, and a quilted hood on her
head, turned round as Winnie came near,
and looked at her almost fiercely.
Aristocracy is not confined to one class,
but flourishes in the poorer quarters of our
cities, as well as in their fashionable streets.
So it came about that the rag-pickers were
looked down upon by their neighbors, and
Winnie had never spoken to one of them.
Only an alley separated them, but it had
been to her an impassable gulf. But now
she went up to Bridget and said timidly,
"- Will you tell me where you find rags, and
will you let me go with you? "
They all looked at her in astonishment;
the idea of Winnie Malone going out with
a basket seemed a strange thing to them.
One boy shouted at her roughly, but as no
one joined him, he hung his head as if
ashamed.




WINNIE IMALONE..31
"An sure would ye be afther comin wid
us? " said Bridget. " Ye're not fit for it,
ye're too much of a lady;" and she looked
at her own soiled hands, and then at Winnie's, which were small and white.
" But we're poor," said Winnie, " and 1
thought perhaps I could earn some money.
Don't you get money? "
"Yes," said Bridget, " but it's not much
we get now. I used to make a nice bit;
but I think they're all gettin poor, and
mighty savin of the rags. There's so many
pickers too, ye never'd fight yer way; if
any boy or girl comes in my way, I just
knock'em, but ye can't."
A younger girl now came up to Bridget,
and whispered to her for a minute. Bridget asked a few questions and then said to
Winnie, "Kate says, Ann McQuaid is sick
to-day, and ye can have her'walk.' Ye
see we all have' walks'; Kate was goin to
have Ann's, but she'll give over for ye, and
I'll show ye the way if ye'll make haste."




82          WINNIE MALONE.
Winnie went for a basket, and to get
leave of her mother. After she had gone
the children commenced talking about her.
One thought she was too fine to be a picker;
another, that she never could stand her
ground, and he should have a good chance
to get some of her pickings. Some of the
girls pitied her; for they could remember
when they were not obliged to glean their
living from the dirt of the streets. One boy
dared to utter a coarse joke about her, but
Bridget Murphy, with her stout hand, struck
him a smart blow. " I'll tache ye to be
makin fun of her, ye spalpeen, take that,
will ye," and she gave him another blow.
The boy madeno resistance, and the others
stood too much in fear of Bridget to offer to
assist him. Winnie had made a firm friendof one who was able to protect her.
Meanwhile, Winnie found it no easy task
to obtain her mother's permission to go out;
it seemed too great a humiliation, and then




WINNIE MALONE.          33
she was unwilling to have her child subjected to such coarse influences. But necessity
and earnest persuasion prevailed; and she
joined the pickers in the alley with her
basket on her arm.
They started off, Bridget keeping close to
Winnie, and telling her as they went along
what she must do when she reached her
" walk." " If anybody crowds ye, just tell
me, and I'll settle'em."
Winnie's "walk " was a street on which
were several dry goods stores and some
boarding-houses. Said Bridget, in leaving
her, " If ye find a bit of coal in the ashheap ye'll know enough to save it; ye'll go
round the backside of the houses when ye've
done the front."
It was hard work stooping down so constantly, and the mittens she had put on
when she came out, were wet through.
She found some rags, but more pieces of
paper; and when she had been the length
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84          WINNIE MALONE.
of the street, she went around the backside,
and filled her basket with bones and pieces
of half-burnt coal. By this time Bridget,
who had finished her morning's work, came
to look after her.
" Good luck to ye, Winnie. Ye've enough
to make a fire, sure, above the bones and
rags; but ye warnt made for such work.
I'll help ye carry the basket," and they
took hold together, Bridget carrying her
own with one hand. When they reached
home she offered to assort the contents of
Winnie's basket and dispose of them with
her own.
Winnie carried the coal upstairs with her
and although it was but little, it came most
opportunely, for the fire was nearly out.
Her mother looked up from  her work
and asked her how she had succeeded.
" I found this coal, mother, and some
rags and pieces of paper, and two or three
big bones. I sha'n't get but little for them,




WINNIE MALONE.         35
and my mittens are torn, and I've dirtied
my dress." As she looked down upon her
dress she burst iito tears, and sobbed out
" I can't do that again."
" No, no, my poor child, that'll never do;
we must manage some other way, and you
must not go out again."
Soon after dinner Bridget knocked at the
door, and gave Winnie four cents, with her
basket. " Ye're pale after yer work," said
she, "ye mustn't go again; it's not the
likes of ye call do such work."
" I'm afraid not, but I thank you all the
same for being so good to me."
"I never was good to anybody; but if
ye ever wants a friend ye'll find one in
Bridget Murphy. Ye'll spake to me now,
when you sees me, wont ye, Winnie? "
" Oh, yes, always, Bridget; and I shall
always remember how good you've been;
but I can't go out again for rags."
She sat down after Bridget had gone, and




36          WINNIE MALONE.
tried again to think what she should do.
She could take good care of her baby brother, and perhaps some cae would hire her
to mind a baby. The next day she went out
to look for a place, and after walking until
she was so tired she could go no further,
she was obliged to give it up for that
time.
Every day the food grew coarser and the
room colder, but there was enough to satisfy
hunger, and they had not yet absolutely suffered for the want of fire. Two weeks had
passed, and there was no more work at the
mills. Malone went out every morning, looking for work, and returned in the evening
unsuccessful and disheartened. Occasionally his wife would do some washing, and
every cent thus earned was carefully
hoarded. Winnie went out too, to look
for a place, but she was a stranger, and no
one would employ her.
One morning little Kate was crying for




WINNIE MALONE.          37
something to eat, and there was nothing to
give her; the last dollar had been spent,
and starvation stared them in the face.
The father sat moodily by the stove; the
mother was unable to leave her bed, and
Winnie went out to beg.
As she reached the foot of the stairs
Bridget met her, and the sight of her coarse
but kindly face was like a sunbeam. " How
are ye, Winnie, and how are all inside? ye
look sick, are ye hungry, Winnie? "
The last question was spoken softly, and
the strong girl threw her arms around her
frail companion as though she would shield
her from all suffering.
"I'm  not very hungry," said Winnie,
"but Kate is crying for something to eat,
and mother is sick. I think it's something
to eat she wants."
"Come with me," said Bridget; "I was
in luck yesterday, and found a silver piece.
I'm thinking the Virgin sent it for ye."




38          WINNIE MALONE.
"I can't take it when you need it so
much yourself."
" Niver a bit do I want it; sure, father
gets some odd jobs, and we've plenty of
bread and pertaters.  I didn't tell I'd
found it, but just saved it; I'm sure'twas
meant for ye. Come, we'll go to the baker's
and get bread enough so ye won't be hungry
to-day."
Thus urged, Winnie went with her, and
when they reached the bakery, Bridget
threw down her quarter with an air of importance, and asked for that worth of bread.
She had often been there before, and knew
how to drive a sharp bargain; so her money
was spent to the best advantage. She took
a largaloafof brown bread, and the rest in
broken crackers.
They took their packages and started for
home; when they reached the alley, Winnie
said, " I can't take it all, keep part yourself."




WINNIE MALONE.          39
"Niver a bit of it; we don't want it.
There's not a bit too much for all of ye."
The hot tears rained down Winnie's
cheeks and she sank upon the steps quite
exhausted. She tried to thank her friend,
but the words would not come.
"Run upstairs wid ye, and lave the
bread; be sure ye ate some yerself, and
then come down, I've something to tell ye."
Winnie took the bread in her apron and
sprung up stairs; as she opened the door
the children came rushing toward her, and
when they saw what she had brought, gave
-vent to their delight in loud shouts. Even
her grandmother said, " The Houly Virgin
bless ye, Winnie."
" Where did ye get all the bread? Sure,
ye did'nt steal it," said her father.
" Oh, no, father, I wouldn't do that; I'd
starve first."
Going close up to him she said, "Bridget
Murphy bought it, but she didn't want me




40          WINNIE MALONE.
to tell of it. She found the money and said
they didn't need it, for her father gets
work."
" The luck's with him, but we'll pay
Bridget sometime; we must be better off
when spring opens."
Winnie cut large slices of the bread, and
opened the paper containing the crackers,
saying as she did so, "' Come, father, come
and eat, and you too, grandmother."
The children needed no invitation, and
they all began to eat, as only starving people
will eat; and as they ate, their faces wore a
more hopeful expression.
The mother, roused by the noise, called
to know what had happened. Winnie told
her all, and her thankfulness was unbounded.
" There's just a little tea left, enough for
you, and I'll make it.  I'll toast some
crackers, and you'll have a nice breakfast
and feel better."




WINNIE MALONE.          41
She set about her tea-making in earnest,
for she was in a hurry to see Bridget.
When it was ready she carried it to her
mother, with the crackers, and left her,
little Kate promising to wait upon her.
Bridget was waiting for her, and they sat
down on an old box, on the lower landing.
Winnie," said Bridget, " did ye iver think
ye could git a place to live out? Ye're so
nice looking and ladyfied anybody'd be
willing to lave a baby wid ye."
"I've tried to find a place, but there
won't anybody take me; I should be so
glad if somebody would."
" Sure, that's quare; I thought anybody'd take ye for the askin. There's a
fine street the other side of the river, where
the houses are small, but they're nice, and
there's fine flowers all around'emn in summer.  I've seen lots of beautiful babies
over there, and I thought'twould be just
the place for ye. If ye'd like to go over




42          WINNIE MALONE.
there and try for a place, I'll go wid ye this
morning. I'm having a play-day, and I'd
be glad to do ye a good turn."
" I'll be ever so glad to go, and it seems
just as though I should get a place to-day.
I think the sun shines brighter than it has
before for a long time."
" Did ye ate any thing when ye wint up
stairs."
" I forgot it, Bridget, I was so glad to see
the rest eat, I wasn't hungry."
" Well, ye must ate before we start; run
up stairs and ate a bit, and we'll be off;
we've a long walk before us."
Again Winnie went up stairs, and after
eating a small piece of bread, explained the
object of her walk to her mother.  She
made herself as tidy as possible, brushing
her hair smoothly, and wrapping around
her the best shawl belonging to the family.
"Ye look fine now," said Bridget, " will
ye be ashamed of me?"




WINNIE MALONE.         43
"Oh, no indeed, where should we all
have been if it hadn't been for you? Ye've
been the best friend I ever found outside of
home."
The girls started on their long walk, but
there was so much to attract their attention
they did not mind the distance.  After
walking some time, as they turned the
corner of a street, Bridget exclaimed,
" Here we are; now ye must call at every
house, and don't be afraid. Tell'em ye're
poor and yer father's got no work; that'll
make'em feel tender like, and they'll be
more like to kape ye."
Winnie called at the first house, but her
answer was short and the door closed abruptly.  This dampened her enthusiasm,
but Bridget cheered her, and she called at
every house on that side of the street until
she came to the last. No one wanted her,
and she was ready to give up discouraged.
" Sure, ye don't know but that's the very




44          WINNIE MALONE.
place, and it's the nicest place on the street
too."
"I don't feel as though I could call
again; I'm sure they won't take me."
c" Did ye tell'em ye was poor? " whispered Bridget..
" I couldn't do that."
" Well, no wonder, you're not used to it.
I'd be afther askin for ye, but ye'll do better
for yerself."
Winnie at length thought she would try
again; so she went down the walk, and
rapped timidly at the back door. It was
opened by a handsome, good-humored looking boy, about twelve years of age.
"c Do you want a girl to mind a baby?"
said Winnie, as the boy looked at her curiously with his large, dark eyes.
" I guess we do, if we can find one who
wouldn't pinch her and hurt her when she
was alone with her."
c" Oh, I wouldn't do that; I never'd hurt




WINNIE MALONE.          45
a baby. I've a little brother at home; but
we're so poor and father's out of work, I
thought perhaps somebody would hire me
to mind a baby."
" Come in, and I'll ask mother," said the
boy, and he led the way to the kitchen,
where a lady was at work making pies.
The baby, a little girl of seven months, was
in the cradle, evidently somewhat tired of
her position. It was a pleasant kitchen;
Mrs. James was a cheerful, kind-looking
woman, and the baby, the attraction to
Winnie, was, to use her own expression,
"the darlingest baby in the world."
" Here's a little girl, mother, who wants
to come and mind our baby."
Mrs. James looked up from her work
as Frank said this, and asked her to be
seated.
"You are hardly large enough to take
care of my little girl, are you? You don't
look very strong."




46          WINNIE MALONE.
" Oh, yes ma'am, I'm strong, and I'll be
very good if you'll only let me come."
" What is your name, child, and where
do you live? "
Winnie answered all her questions, telling of their poverty and hunger.  The
baby reached out her arms, and Winnie
asked to be permitted to take her.
She held her so tenderly and seemed so
handy with her that Mrs. James was half
inclined to engage her at once.
"Why did you come so far from home,
looking for work?"
" Bridget Murphy, a girl who lives in our
alley, told me what a nice street it was, and
wanted I should come. She came with me
and is waiting outside the gate.  Please,
ma'am will you let me stay? I'll be very
good."
" If I find the story you have told me is
true, I'll keep you awhile; and I'll send
round to your home soon and inquire about
you."




WINNIE 1MALONE.         47
"Every word I've told you is true, only
I didn't tell so bad as'tis."
"' Have you had any breakfast this morning? " In answer to this question, Winnie
told her she had eaten a small piece of
bread Bridget had given her, and quite
overcome by the remembrance, she related
the story of the morning, adding, " She
isn't nice looking, but she's been so good to
me."
"Is she out here now?" said Frank,
" I'll ask her to come in, shall I, mother?"
His mother gave him permission, and he
went out and found what he called a
"paddy girl," standing by the gate, and
looking anxiously at the house.
"Are you Bridget Murphy," said he,
and did you come with the little girl that's
in our house? "
" Sure, that's my name, an I come wid
Winnie Malone. Ye're goin to kape Winnie, ain't ye? She's a rale angel, too good
to live in our dirty place."




48          WINNIE MALONE.
"I guess mother'll keep her; but you
come in," said he, seeing Bridget did not
move.
"' I ain't fit to go wid ye, but I'll come
just to spake a good word for Winnie."
So saying she followed the boy into the
house.
Mrs. James spoke to her kindly as she
entered, and gave her a chair. Bridget's
eyes fairly danced when she saw the baby
in Winnie's arms. Mrs. James talked with
her, and when the first feelings of restraint
had passed off, in her own quaint, sturdy
way, she corroborated all Winnie had said;
and finished by begging that she might be
permitted to stay.
The story lost none of its interest by
being repeated, and both mother and son
were attentive listeners. Then their kind
hostess brought some bowls of coffee, with
gingerbread and pie, and asked them to sit
up to the table and eat. They hesitated,




WINNIE MALONE.          49
but being urged, sat down and commenced
sipping the coffee. Mrs. James turned away
from them, and was busy in another part
of the room, until Frank called her attention
to the fact that the girls were not eating.
Upon again urging them to eat, Winnie
said in a low tone, " If you please, ma'am,
I would rather carry a piece of cake or pie
to mother, than eat it myself."
I" An plaze put what ye meant for me wid
Winnie's," said her true friend, Bridget.
When assured thev should have some to
carry home, they ate heartily. Such food
was a luxury to which they were entirely
unaccustomed, and Bridget thought her
companion deserved it all; as for herself,
she had some misgivings.
After they finished eating, Mrs. James
gave them a basket containing some food,
and there were not two happier girls in all
that great city, than were they as they went
out from that pleasant room and started for
4




50         WINNIE MALONE.
their homes. They did not stop by the
way for a moment; but hurried on impatient to share their joy with those they had
left behind. When they reached the alley,
Winnie gave Bridget the bundle on the top
of the basket; and promising to see her in
the afternoon, sprang with a light step up
the stairs. She found only her mother,
grandmother, and the baby in the room as
she entered.' O mother, I've found a place; I've
found a place; the lady's going to send to
see if I told the truth; and I did, mother,
every word. See what she gave me; " and
she set down her basket and examined the
contents.
First, there was a loaf of gingerbread,
and a little tea; under that, some bread, a
piece of roasted meat, and some uncooked
pdtatoes.
" Wasn't she good, mother? Oh, she's
such a nice lady!"




WINNIE MALONE.         51
The old grandmother came up to see
what she had brought. "'Twill be a blessed
thing to taste of mate again."
Mrs. Malone sat looking, first at her child
and then at the basket. " Where did you
get all this? Tell me all about it."
Winnie sat down by her mother, and
gave her a glowing description of her morning's adventure.  When she finished, her
mother was weeping, which seemed a
strange thing to the child, for she thought
their troubles were nearly over.
" Are you sorry I'm going, mother?"
"No, my child, I'm very glad to have
you go; but I shall miss you very much."
Winnie spread out her supply of food on
the table, and Mrs. Malone decided she
could make a good soup of the meat and
potatoes, and set about preparing it. When
the savory steam filled the room, Winnie
exclaimed, - " Won't we have a nice dinner, mother; but I don't want any, I've




52          WINNIE MALONE.
had such a good breakfast. I wanted you
to have the coffee, but I couldn't bring it to
you.
The soup was not ready for the children
when they came from school, but they
feasted on gingerbread, and enjoyed it
more than many children would the richest
dainties.
The father came in at two o'clock, looking quite cheerful. He had earned twenty
cents by carrying some wood into a shed,
and he was rich indeed. The table was
laid, and they sat down to their dinner.
Winnie was so happy she could not keep
still; but went dancing round the room,
quite unlike her usual, quiet way. She ate
a little to please her mother, and when their
meal was over, washed the dishes and put
the room in order.
A rap at the door, and a gentleman entered.  "I called to inquire if Winnie
Malone, a little girl who was at my house
this morning, lives here."




WINNIE MALONE.          53
Mr. Malone had risen at the entrance of
Mr. James, for he it was, and when he had
finished speaking, said, turning to his
daughter, " This is Winnie Malone."  He
gave her a hasty, searching glance, and
began to inquire of their situation. Finding their story the same as Winnie had told
in the morning, he engaged her to come
the next day to live with him. " I shall
expect her to remain as long as she gives
satisfaction; and will provide for her whatever she may need."
" You will let her come to see us," said
her mother.
" Certainly, and I will try to assist your
husband to find work."
"Where will ye be afther goin to
church?  The Praste never'll let ye go
to the heretic meetin; ye must come home
of a Sunday."
Mr. James, for the first time, now looked
at the grandmother, as he said decidedly,




54          WINNIE MALONE.
" She cannot come home on Sunday, if she
lives with me; and I would rather not have
her come at all, than have any trouble
about her."
" She shall come to-morrow, and we will
not have any trouble about her," said her
father. "She is a good girl, and we shall
all miss her, but it is best for her to go."
The door had scarcely closed, when the
old woman began talking in a loud, angry
tone, gesticulating fiercely, and hurling
maledictions upon heretics.  No answer
was made to her, and gradually her wrath
subsided.
Winnie ran down to see Bridget, and
they had a long talk upon their respective
prospects, which ended with hearty goodbyes, and Bridget's most emphatic Irish
blessing.
It seemed to Winnie as she lay down
that night, the morning would never come,
so impatient was she to enter upon her new




WINNIE MALONE.         55
duties. Then she thought of her mother,
and wondered who would help her when
she was tired, and keep the children still
when she had a headache.
Thus wondering, she fell asleep, to dream
of a home of plenty, and the new faces she
had that day seen.




WINNIE  1MALONIE.
CHAPTER III.
Room, room for a child in a Christian home,
Where the voice of prayer is heard,
Where a glory beams from the sacred page,
And the heart's pure depths are stirred.
Room, room for a child at a Christian shrine,
Where the poor may kneel to pray;
Make room for her too, in the school of Christ,
And point her the upward way.
WINNIE'S mother awoke her with a kiss,
and she was surprised to find the rest of
the family up, and the breakfast waiting for
her. After eating, and giving some directions to little Katie, who promised to remember them all, and help her mother
ever so much, she took up the bundle
containing her scanty wardrobe, and started
off with her father.
The way did not seem long, and before
she had begun to think of being at her new




WINNIE MALONE.         57
home, she stood at the gate, and saw Frank
in the yard, playing with his little brother,
Charley. He looked up as she lifted the
latch, and shouted in a hearty tone," Good morning, Winnie, that's your name,
isn't it? Mother's been talking about you,
and she's kept some coffee hot for you."
He threw open the door, and Winnie
entered, followed by her father.  Mrs.
James met her kindly, spoke pleasantly to
Mr. Malone, inquiring after his family, and
giving him a seat. She told Winnie where
to hang her bonnet and shawl, put away
her bundle, and then offered them breakfast. They both declined eating, and could
not even be induced to drink the coffee.
Mrs. James told Mr. Malone her husband
wished him to come to his store to do some
work. With hasty thanks, and a good-by
to his child, he went out.
And now commences the new life of
Winnie Malone, of which she had often




58          WINNIE MALONE.
dreamed, but which had seemed too bright
to come to her. The baby, whose name
was Mary, was placed in her arms, and she
was duly installed in her office.
Frank and Charley came in and prepared
for school.  Charley looked shyly at the
little girl who was holding the baby, and
whispered to his mother, "She isn't a
paddy, is she, mother? Paddy girls don't
have curls."
"You musn't talk so," said his mother,
in a low tone; " Come, hurry, or you'll be
late at school." The boys only stopped to
kiss their baby sister, say good-by to their
mother, and bounded away.
"This is a leisure day with me, Winnie;
I am going to sit down to sew, and you can
sit with me. You can put the baby in the
cradle, and we will carry her into the sitting-room."
There was a stand of handsome plants
in blossom before a window, books- and




WINNIE MALONE.         59
papers upon the table, and a cage of birds
hanging in a sunny corner. The room was
not elegantly furnished, for Mr. James was
not a wealthy man; but there was an air
of comfort about it, that gave it a cozy,
home-like look, and to Winnie it seemed
like fairy-land. She amused the baby for
some time, while Mrs. James sewed, occasionally asking a question, or speaking a
kind word.
When little Mary fell asleep, she told
Winnie she might look at a Bible which
was lying upon the table, and contained
numerous engravings.  She turned the
leaves very carefully, reading now and
then a verse, until she opened' to the picture which had formed the heading of the
paper her grandmother had burned. She
had remembered it through all the dark
days there had been since; and she fully
believed that Christ had heard her prayer,
and sent her to this nice place.




60          WINNIE MALONE.
When it was time to get dinner, Mrs.
James took Winnie into the kitchen to help
her; and was surprised to find her so
handy, and understanding so well -how to
do the different things that were required
of her. She showed her how she wished
the table laid; and, although Winnie was
almost afraid to touch the dishes, lest she
might break them, she finally accomplished
her task to the satisfaction of her mistress.
At twelve o'clock the boys came home,
and soon after, Mr. James. The dinner
was on the table, and Winnie went to watch
the baby. Alone in the sitting-room, she
could feast her eyes upon the beauties of
birds and flowers without restraint. How
much she wished her mother, Katie, and
Bridget were there; she was sure they had
never seen any thing half so beautiful.
She had never heard a real bird sing
before; but now, as she was looking at the
cage, one of the birds plumed his feathers,




WINNIE MALONE.          61
and sang for her one of the sweetest strains
of bird-music, which flooded her whole soul.
In the midst of the song, the door opened,
and Mr. James entered, with his two sons.
Winnie started from her position as though
she had been caught in doing something
wrong, and went to the cradle.
"Did you ever hear any thing like that
before?  Dickey's the king of singers,"
said Frank; and giving a low, prolonged
whistle, the bird took up the strain anew,
and warbled, trilled, and quavered through
every variation of the gamut.
Mrs. James called Winnie to her dinner,
and she went out on tip-toe, as though
fearing to disturb the singer.
"' Isn't she queer, father? Her eyes look
as though they were winking all the time.
I wonder if she call sing," said Frank.
"I'll teach her to sing' Happy Land,' see
if I don't," said Charley. "I'm glad mother
didn't get another paddy girl. I didn't like




62           WINNIE MALONE.
Margaret a bit, she had such red hair, and
was always so cross."
" She was not to blame for having red
hair, and you should not talk so about her,"
said his father. " If you don't like cross
people, you must try never to be cross
yourself."
Winnie could not help thinking of the
dreary home and scanty meals she had left,
as she sat down to the well-furnished table,
and she had no appetite for the food before
her. Mrs. James, thinking she might feel
more at ease alone, left her, and joined her
husband.
" We found Winnie entranced," said he;
"Dickey was singing her~one of his sweetest
songs, and she had quite forgotten she was
a poor child who was starving yesterday."
" You ought to have seen her jump when
we came in," said Frank; "you'd thought
she'd been stealing."." She wouldn't steal, would she, mother?




WINNIE MALONE.           63
She's got such pretty curls, and such blue
eyes; she's too pretty for that."
This was a child's logic, but there was
much reason in it; for the expression
of Winnie's face was what made it pretty,
even to Charley.
"I am some like Charley," said his
mother; " for it was her sweet face and
expressive blue eyes, that first interested
me, and made me almost decide to engage
her yesterday morning."
" Did you give her father some work, so
they'll have something to eat at home?"
asked Frank.
" Yes, he worked for me this morning,
and will come again to-morrow. I wish I
could afford to hire him constantly, but the
times are hard, and I must take care to feed
my home birds."
" Dickey don't cost much," said Charley.
" I guess father did not mean Dickey;
we are father's home birds, aren't we,
father?"




64          WINNIE MALONE.' Yes, Frank, and when you are good,
your words are sweeter to me than any
bird-song I ever heard."
" I try to be good, but it's hard, sometimes."
So the time passed until they separated,
the father to his business, the boys to
school, and the mother sat down with the
babe in her arms.
When Winnie had finished the work in
the kitchen, she came in, and asked what
she should do next.' Here is a little girl who would like to
see you, and will keep you busy for a
while."
Winnie opened her arms, and the baby
sprang toward her as to an old friend; she
had gained a place in each heart of the
household, and was no longer a stranger.
Mrs. James had callers in the afternoon,
and Winnie went to the kitchen, where she
found some papers, the children had re



WINNIE MALONE.          65
ceived at Sabbath school. She took up one
and was delighted to find it the same number her grandmother had burned; she sat
down to read it without fear of being reproved. An hour after, she still sat there,
looking at the pictures, when her mistress
entered.
"So  you  found  something to read,
Winnie."'" Yes, ma'am, I thought you'd be willing
I should take just one.";" Certainly, child, I should be glad to
have you read them  all, sometime.  Did
you ever see any such papers before? "
"A lady gave me one once, but it got
burned."
" How did that happen?"
" Grandmother did it; she said it was a
heretic paper, and I was wicked to read it;
but the picture has done me good ever since,
and I learned one of the verses, and have
said it over ever so many times."
5




66          WINNIE MALONE.
Mrs. James did not ask any more questions about the paper; her husband had
repeated to her his conversation with her
grandmother, and she knew if she would
benefit the child, she must not arouse the
opposition of the family.
That evening, after tea, Frank came out
and told Winnie his father wished to see
her in the sitting-room. She went, fearing
something was wrong, and she was to be
sent away.
Mr. James had open before him  the
large Bible, and said, as she came in, " You
can sit down in here, if you would like to
hear me read a chapter in the Bible."
She seated herself in a corner of the
room, quite away from the others, feeling
that she scarcely belonged there. But she
forgot all that when the reading cornmenced.
Mr. James read the second chapter of
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of Jesus, heard for the first time, by the
child of poverty and ignorance, produced
an impression never to be forgotten.
After the reading, they united in singing
a hymn, and then all knelt, while the father
offered tup their evening prayer. He prayed,
too, for the child who had that day come
under their roof; that she might be one of
the fold of Christ, whom God would delight
to bless.
She had tried to ask for the same blessing, but she did not know how.  Ir. James
had prayed for her; would it be all the
same as though she had asked herself?
She went to her work with a full heart, and
large tears standing in her eyes.
After she sat down, Frank and Charley
came into the kitchen, and talked with her
until their mother called Charley to go to
bed. The boys both bade her good-night,
and left her.
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68          WINNIE MALONE.
Winnie she would show her her room, led
the way up the back stairs, to a small
chamber over the kitchen.
The room contained a low bed, covered
with a patch-work quilt, a looking-glass, a
small table, and two chairs. Before the
bed was a strip of carpeting; and upon the
mantle-shelf was a rude vase, made of a
broken pitcher, filled with dried grasses.
Her bundle was in one of the chairs, but
she was almost afraid to open it, her clothes
were all so old and mended.
Winnie was soon ready for bed, and after
she was nicely covered up, Mrs. James took
the lamp and started to leave the room.
But when she reached the door, she turned
back, and, going to the bed, said, " Winnie,
would you like to learn a little prayer, to
say at night, before you go to sleep? "
" Yes, ma'am,"  answered the  child,
timidly.
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taught me to say when I was a little girl.
Charley says it every night; he wouldn't
sleep at all, if he should forget to say it."
Mrs. James then  repeated slowly the
simple, but beautiful prayer, every Christian mother has taught her child to lisp.
"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take."
Winnie repeated the words earnestly, and
after she was left alone, she kept saying
over the last line, and fell asleep with it
upon her lips. She slept soundly all night,
and did not awake, the next morning, until
a noise in the kitchen roused her. The
first thing she saw, when she opened her
eyes, was the boquet of dried grasses, and
she could not think where she was.  The
room was light and pleasant, the patch-work
quilt was made of bright, pretty pieces,
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70          WINNIE MALONE.
She raised her head from the pillow, and
then she remembered all about it; she had
found a new home; and, afraid she had
lain too long, she hastened to dress herself
as quickly as possible. She found a hairbrush on the table, and went down stairs
with her curls clustering about her face,
and looking, as Charley said, "' ever so
pretty."
After breakfast, she was again present at
family worship, and again did Mr. James
remember her when he prayed for his family. Charley brought her a hymn-book,
and could not understand at all, why she
did not sing.
It being Saturday, Mrs. James had more
to do than the day before, and Winnie was
delighted, when, after dinner, she told her
she had helped a great deal.
In the afternoon, the boys were not in
school, and Charley, in a long conversation
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teach her to sing " Happy Land," as she
had already learned it. Before night he
had given her some hearty kisses, and felt
himself well acquainted with Kate, John,
and Jamie.
When they sat down to study their Sabbath school lessons, Charley wanted Winnie
to come too; and he looked at his mother
in astonishment, when she told him she
thought Winnie had never been to Sabbath
school. He thought that was the place for
all children.
"Perhaps nobody ever asked her to go,
and she don't know the way; I'll go and
ask her now, may I? "
Charley rushed to the kitchen. "Don't
you go to Sabbath school, Winnie?"
" No," answered she.
"Didn't you ever go in all your whole
life? Why, there's where we get all the
nice papers, didn't you know it?"
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72          WINNIE MALONE.
to all this, and her little questioner was
troubled.
"Well, you come and get your lesson
with us, to-night, and you can go to-morrow; I'll show you the way.  There's a
class of girls, just as big as you are, right
behind my class, and you can go in there."
Charley would not leave her; and as Mrs.
James called her, she ventured to follow.
They were all seated around the table;
Frank with the Bible open before him, his
mother with a Question-book in her hand,
was asking him  questions.  Winnie had
never heard such questions before, and she
listened very attentively, although Charley
had seated himself very near to her, and
held his " Scripture Questions," so that she
could look over with him.
Mrs. James did not think best to talk
much to her, and after Frank had finished
his lesson, she heard Charley repeat his,
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"May I take it into the kitchen with me?"
said she.
"4 Oh, yes," said Charley, "' and I'll show
you where the prettiest pictures are."
" Perhaps Winnie would not care for
your company; you had better stay here,
and let her look at them by herself.
Winnie looked at the book until reminded
that it was time for her to go to her room;
when she asked Mrs. James to repeat again
to her the little prayer, and found she could
then say nearly all of it.
But notwithstanding her pleasant surroundings, she was almost homesick, as she
lay down upon her pillow; and she fell
asleep to dream of the old home, the narrow alley, and her friend Bridget.
Sabbath morning the sun shone brightly,
and the air was soft and mild; just such a
morning as brings to happy, Christian
homes, a sense of security and peace.
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74          WINNIE MALONE.
school were reviewed, and Mr. James, with
his sons, prepared for church.  Charley
thought Winnie should go too; but his
mother told him he must say nothing about
it. She remained at home, not thinking it
safe to leave little Mary alone with her
child nurse.  TlWhen her husband had gone,
Mrs. James commenced talking with Winnie about the Sabbath school, and asked
her if she would like to go.
" 011, yes ma'am, indeed I should," said
Winnie, " if I could learn lessons from the
Bible, and get nice papers and books, that
would tell me how to be good."
The conversation thus commenced, was
prolonged; and the child gradually unfolded
her feelings, until Mrs. James felt sure that
the seed which had been sown in her heart,
was springing up, and might yet yield a rich
harvest.
True, there was little in the child's heart
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was right, and a blind reaching out for help
from a power above and beyond her. But
she knew that he who would not "break
the bruised reed, nor quench the smoking
flax," was mindful of the little ones of
earth, and heard each timid prayer.
She gave Winnie a small Bible for her
own, promising to explain to her whatever
she could not understand.
At noon, the boys brought new papers,
and Charley had a book for Winnie. " I
told my teacher about her," said he to his
mother,' and she got it for me."
Charley carried the book to Winnie, and
when he came back, said, " I know she was
glad, by the way she looked."
Mr. James staid at home in the afternoon,
but Winnie had the care of the baby; and
alone with her in the kitchen, she commenced reading her book.  It was the
memoir of a little girl, no older than herself, who had died the triumphant death of




76          WINNIE MALONE.
a Christian; and as she read it, a new thrill
went through her heart, making her wish
more earnestly than ever before, that she
might be a Christian child.
Mr. James looked into the kitchen once,
during the afternoon, and seeing the baby
asleep, and Winnie reading, he left her to
herself.
The evening was devoted, by Mrs. James,
to reading and religious conversation with
her children; to all of which Winnie was
an attentive, but silent listener.  When she
went to her room, she took her Bible, and
read a chapter before she lay down. The
little prayer was again said..So the first Sabbath was passed, and
another day's record was closed, to be
opened not again, until the last, great day,
when " God shall judge the world in righteousness."
I cannot stop to follow Winnie through
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they were pleasant days to her, and to the
family of which she had become a member.
Friday morning she had been there a
week, and Mrs. James told her she could
go home in the afternoon. She thought
she could find the way alone, and when
the work was done, after dinner, she started off, carrying a basket of food for her
mother.
It was with light feet, and a lighter heart,
she sped over the ground, until she reached
the alley leading to her home. Then the
shadows fell upon her, and  she almost
feared to mount the stairs, lest some evil
had come to those she loved. She knew
her father had worked enough to earn food
for them all but it was dark and cheerless
in the narrow passages, and she was filled
with gloomy forebodings.
When she entered the room, the sight of
her mother moving about, and the laughing
of the baby, reassured her.




78          WINNIE MALONE.
The mother was happy to see her child
again, looking so cheerful, and she was glad
her mother had enough to make her comfortable, and that she could assist her. Her
grandmother looked up from her knitting,
but made no reply to Winnie's pleasant
greeting.' An did ye go to the heretic church?"' No, grandmother, I did not go at all."
" An will ye go iver? "
Winnie did not answer, and her mother
came to her aid, by saying she had no
clothes decent to wear to any church.
"If ye lose yer sowl, it'll be worse than
starvin the body;" but she showed she was
not unmindful of the body, by the eagerness
with which she came forward, to see what
was in the basket.
Winnie took the baby and sat down by
her mother, to describe her new home to
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James to baby Mary.  She told of the
flowers, the birds, the books and papers,
and last, but not least, of her own little
room, and its adornings.
" But I didn't forget you, mother, one
of you; I've thought of you every night
when I went to bed, and ever so many
times all day. If you and father only had
such a home, shouldn't we be happy."
Seeing the look of pain on her mother's
face, she added quickly: " But then, it's
so much better than it was last week, we
ought to be very glad."
She waited impatiently the arrival of the
children; she must be back before dark,
and she wished to have a good talk with
Bridget Murphy.
When school had closed, Katie and John
came in, wild with delight at the sight of
their sister.
" Do stay now, Winnie," said John;
"we've got enough to eat;" and Katie




8 0         WINNIE MALONE.
begged of her to stay and tell them stories.
Winnie half wished she might, for their
sakes; but she thought of her Bible, and it
seemed better to go, than to stay, even with
them.
She caught a sight of Bridget through
the window, and, bidding them all a hasty
good-by, promising to come again soon, she
took up her basket, and ran down stairs.
1" Bless ye, Winnie," said Bridget; " the
sight of ye does me good. They told me
ye'd come, and I've been waitin for ye."
WVinnie told her what a nice place she
had, how kind they all were to her, and
what she had brought her mother.
" An did ye ever think of poor Bridget? "
"Oh yes, indeed, I never should have
found a place if it hadn't been for you;
and I'm sure I couldn't forget you."
There were many questions to be asked
and answered by both; and Winnie found
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wished to, or heard half Bridget wished to
tell her.  She proposed that her friend
should walk home with her, and she did so,
not leaving her until she reached the house
of Mr. James. There they separated; one
stepping into sunlight and purity, the other
going back to the shadows of ignorance and
vice.
It seemed very pleasant to Winnie as she
went into the house, and she ate her supper,
which was waiting, with a keen relish. She
told Mrs. James, in answer to her kind
inquiries, how she had found her mother,
what success her father had in obtaining
work; and she talked until she feared she
had quite wearied her kind listener.  Charley wished to know about the children;
and Frank, although too old to betray his
curiosity in words, stood by, hearing all
that was said.
The clock struck eight, Charley's bedtime; he could hardly believe it was so
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82          WINNIE MALONE.
late, so much had he been interested.
Frank and Winnie sat up an hour later,
and then said "' good-night."
Just one week since Winnie had learned
her evening prayer, but now she could no
more sleep without having said it, than
could Charley.
She was thinking a great deal about
Sabbath  school, and wondering  if she
should ever go. She did not know that
her parents would allow her to go; she was
sure her grandmother would not, if she
could  prevent it.  In  some way, she
thought it would come right, and she
made up her mind to learn a lesson with
Charley the next evening, and recite it to
Mrs. James, if she would hear her.
The next day Winnie seemed to have
time for every thing; she washed the
dishes, dusted the rooms, took good care of
the baby, and was ready at every call of her
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Charley's Question-book, and when evening
came, AMrs. James pronounced Winnie's the
most perfectly learned lesson she had heard.
Charley thought then she could certainly
go with him next day; but his mother told
him lie must wait until her parents had
given her permission to go.
Winnie went to bed satisfied, and awoke
in the morning to spend another Sabbath,
much as she had the one preceding. Charley brought her another book, and with the
papers, it furnished her reading for the
whole week.
When she had been there a fortnight,
Mr. James had a conversation with her
father, in which it was decided that she
should remain, subject to the control of
himself and wife, on the Sabbath, as well,s during the week. Mr. Malone had received too substantial benefits from Mr.
James, not to feel grateful; and he really
loved his child too well to take her from a




84           WINNIE MALONE.
place where she was made so happy. Winnie would go to church and Sabbath school,
and be taught the glorious truths of the
religion of Christ.
Her father and mother came over to see
her one evening, and she did not go home
that week. Mr. Malone found work sufficient to provide his family with comfortable
food; it was drawing toward spring, the
weather was milder, and they would require
less fuel.  So they were prospering; the
children were well, and the mother returned from her first call upon Winnie,
feeling thankful that her child was so
much better cared'for, than she could be
at her own home.
Tlhe fourth Sabbath of Winnie's new life,
neatly dressed in clothing prepared by Mrs.
James, she started for church with Mr.
James and his sonls.  The child hardly
knew herself in her new dress and hat,
and she could not realize, as she walked




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the streets, that she had trodden them
scarce a month before, seeking shelter for
herself, and food for those she loved.
Whlen they reached the church, she almost feared to enter, but Cllarley reassured
her by a whisper, and she followed Mr.
James up the aisle, and was seated in his
own pew. She did not raise her eyes until
the first notes of the organ fell upon her
ear; when she glanced timidly around
upon the congregation, mentally contrasting it with the worshippers she had sometimes seen at the early morning service in
the Catholic church.
Every thing was new to her, unlike any
thing she had ever before seen; and she
looked in vain for the surpliced priest.
The solemn stillness impressed her deeply;
and as she afterwards told Mrs. James, it
seemed as though God was looking right at
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86          WINNIE MALONE.
her, and when he pronounced the benediction, she was surprised to find that the
services were concluded.
" Now we are going to Sabbath school,"
said Charley, and she walked along with
him, until they reached the vestry door,
when Mr. James led her to a class of girls
about her own age, and introduced her to
the teacher.
After the opening services of the school,
the children  recited  their lessons, and
Winnie repeated hers with the others, as
though she had always been there.  When
the books were brought from the library,
she selected one for herself; a paper was
given her, and at the close of the school
she looked over, in a hymn-book, with the
girl who was standing next to her, and sung.
She went home delighted with all she
had seen and heard; but in the afternoon
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and review  the events of the morning.
HIer highest ambition was gratified; her
fondest hopes realized; she had worshipped
in a Christian church, and attended a Sabbath school where children are taught the
words of eternal life.
Winnie went home during the week, but
she did not relate her Sabbath experience.
Her grandmother asked her again if she
had been to the " heretic church," and she
acknowledged the truth.
For a moment the old woman was silent,
and then burst forth such a torrent of
abuse, as even she had never before uttered.
She cursed Winnie, cursed her mother, and
all heretics, calling upon the Holy Virgin
for aid.  Mr. Malone camle in, and his
mother appealed to him to use his authority
and take Winnie holme.
" I have passed my word to Mr. James
that Winnie shall stay, and do what they
think best; and I can't take it back."




88          WINNIE MALONE.
"An will ye let her go to the heretic
church, Patrick Malone? Take her away,
or ye're no son of mine. It's the Praste
that'll give you a pinance that'll bring ye
back. Take her home; take her home."
"No, mother, I'll not do it; Winnie shall
stay at Mr. James's, and no one shall make
me take her away. Each man to his own
conscience; I'm sure Mr. James is a Christian man, if he don't belong to our church.
He saved us when we were nigh starving,
and it's little enough we can do to pay."
His mother was silenced, and she sat
down, wringing her hands in impotent
rage.
Winnie had been standing in one corner,
with her mother, but she now came forward
at the call of her father.
" You can do as they say at the house,
but we won't talk much about it.  We
don't think alike, but I'm sure, when you
get older, you'll come back to the old
church."




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So the subject was dropped at home, but
she related to Bridget her Sabbath experience; and she gave # paper to Katie,
telling her to show it to John, but be sure
her grandmother did not see it.
Bridget opened her eyes in astonishment
at hearing that Winnie had been to church
and Sabbath school with Mr. James.
" I know ye wouldn't do wrong, Winnie,
but are ye sure it's right? "
Winnie did not answer, and Bridget said,
after some hesitation, — " What's it like in
church, was there a Praste?"
"No; only a tall man, dressed all in
black, stood up in the pulpit, and told us
how to be good; and he prayed when all
the people were standing up in their seats.
It was so still all the time, I was afraid to
move.  I'm  sure you'd have liked it, if
you'd been there, Bridget."
Then Winnie told her about the Sabbath
school, and they became so much interested




90          WINNIE MALONE.
that Bridget walked quite home with her
again. Mrs. James saw her at the gate,
and invited her to come in, but she was
afraid to do so; although she told Winnie
she would come sometime when she was' tidied up."
The life of Winnie Malone now flowed
on smoothly; every Sabbath she was seen
in church, a most attentive listener; and
there was no one in Sabbath school whose
face betrayed a deeper interest. Her duties
during the week were performed faithfully;
and it was really quite a wonder how much
"little Winnie " could accomplish, doing
all with the greatest neatness and despatch.
She often went home, and never without
carrying some substantial proof of Mrs.
James's kindness, either in food or clotlhig.
Through the influence of Mr. James, her
father obtained constant employment, and
when the spring days came, he began to
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locality. Mrs. Malone was far from  well,
and her husband thought a change might
benefit her.  She, too, longed for purer air,
and more cheerful rooms, but thought best
to wait, and see what summer might bring.
Meanwhile, as the days went on, Winnie
endeared herself more and more to the
family, of which she had become a nmember; the boys came to look upon her almost
as a sister; she was always ready to assist
them in their sports, and was all interested
listener to all their stories.
It was curious to watch her, as the early
spring flowers blossomed, and the more
gorgeous ones of summer began to expand.
She never wearied of gazing at their
beauties; and often expressed lier admiration in such an original manner, as to
elicit the applause of the household.  At
such times she would look up wonderingly,
and half ashamed, until assured that she
had said nothing wrong.




92           WINNIE MALONE.
When the month of roses came, and the
garden was all aglow with bud and bloom,
little Mary, the pet of the family, was
taken sick.
Every thought and interest now clustered
around the suffering child; and weary days
with sleepless nights, testified the deep hold
she had upon their affections.  The best
medical skill was procured, and earnest,
importunate prayer was offered up, that
her life might be spared.
In these dark days, Winnie proved her
gratitude by her tireless watchings, her
eager desire to relieve the mother of all
-possible care and labor, and the many kind
offices she performed for them  all.  She
would take  t-le baby in her arms, and
singing in a low, sweet tone, would often
soothe her to sleep, when all the efforts of
the mother had failed.
Mrs. James feared, sometimes, that she
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sure she was not; she was only too happy
to feel that she could be of service.
They could not do without her, and, as
Mr. James said one day, laying his hand
kindly upon her head, -," We needed you,
Winnie, as much as you needed us, and it
was a kind Providence that sent you to
uS.,,
This made Winnie very happy, although
her eyes filled with tears, and she turned
away, ashamed that Mr. James should
express himself under obligation to her.
But the kindest care, and the strongest
love, cannot stay the progress of disease,
and the death-angel still brooded over their
dwelling.
Mr. James and his family watched their
darling through long weeks of suffering,
sometimes encouraged by favorable symptoms to expect her recovery, until the
month of August.




94              WINNIE MALONE.
Then
As they watched the dear one languish,
Came a herald from the skies;
Bore her swift, on shining pinions,
Through the gates of Paradise.




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CHAPTER IV.
A child of thine, an angel now,
Oh, mourn her not, God given;
Her earth work done, love's lesson taught,
She lives again in heaven.
Another soul from sin redeemed,
Shall star thy heavenly crown;
A stranger child shall bow with thee,
Before the great white throne.
THE  death  of little  Mary  was  a  sore
bereavement to her parents; but they were
Christians, and through their blinding tears
they acknowledged the right of Him who
had given their child, to take her to
himself.
No one of the children felt her loss more
deeply than did Winnie, and she wept bitterly for the babe whose helplessness had given
her so pleasant a home. She had seen her




96          WINNIE MALONE.
in the flower-strewn coffin; and had seen
that coffin lowered into the grave, while she
longed to take her in her arms and win her
back to life.
The Sabbath evening following her burial, as Mrs. James gathered the little group
around her for their usual instruction, she
took the opportunity to urge upon them
more earnestly than ever before, the necessity of a preparation for death.  The
experience through which they had passed,
with the appeal of the mother, moved them
deeply, and upon one heart, at least, the
effect was not-lost.
Winnie read her Bible a long time that
evening, and she thought more about dying
than she ever had before. She knew she
wished to do right, but she was not sure
she was a Christian. She tried to think
how she should feel if she knew she must
die very soon, and wondered if she should
go to little Mary.  A thousand thoughts




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filled the mind of the child, but her prayer
comforted her; and she fell asleep, trusting
in the mercy of Christ.
And  a blessed trust it has been to
myriads of weary hearts; a simple, childlike trust in the never-failing love of the
Redeemer, and he who has learned it, has
learned life's greatest lesson.
Mrs. James had now many long conversations with Winnie, in which it seemed
that her longings had been realized, and in
various ways she gave evidence that she
had sat at the feet of Jesus, and been
taught of him.
Her Sabbath school teacher had become
deeply interested in hler; she never entered
the class without a perfect lesson, which
she recited withl animation, as though it
was a pleasure, rather than a task.  Winnie's eager face always greeted her teacher,
and whl:iatever might be thie weather, she
was sure of one attentive scholar.
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98           WINNIE MALONE.
She had studied the Bible only a few
months, but she had been  all earnest
student; and she already understood its
great truths, better than many to whom it
has been open for a life-time. It had come
to her with the freshness of a new revelation, and the Bible Mris. James blad given
her, was her choicest treasure. It lay upon
her table, and was always read morning
and evening.
During the illness of little Mary, Winnie
had not been hlome often; but the week
after she died, she went to spend a whole
day with her mother.  The family had
moved, and were now living in pleasant
rooms in a part of the  city near M3r.
James.  l'rs. Mialone knew  Winnie was
coming, and she wished to make it a sort
of' holiday to the children. Thle room was
clean as hands could mnake it; tile stove
was brilliant with blacking, and some boxes
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in fiull blossom, giving  out a delicious
fragrance. These had been sent to Kate
and John, by Mrs. James, and to watch
tleir opening buds, had been to theml an
ever new delight.
They were to remain at home, that day,
to see thleir sister, and after she had given
her mother the loaf of cake MIrs. James
had contributed to the entertainment, the
tlhree children went into a room by themselves. Kate and John had then a rare
treat in listening to Winiie's stories, such
as she had read  in  books and  papers.
Many were the questions asked, and her
answers showed that she had arrived, by
a simple process, at the solution of difficulties which had puzzled older and wiser
heads.
In talking of little Mary James, Katy
asked, --  Where is she nowv, Winnie?"
6' I1 heaven."
"Is that the place it tells about in




100          WINNIE MALONE.
the papers, and do all the children go
there? "
" Only the good ones," said Winnie.
"I'm  sure you'll go there," said Katy,
" and I'm going to try and be just as good
as I can be, so I call go too. But I heard
grandmother say, one day, we should all go
to the bad place, if we read heretic papers;
and she said ever so many naughty things
about you.  She isn't good, I'm sure."'" Well, Katy, I try to be good, but I
forget, sometimes; and then I ask God to
forgive me."
"Johnny and  I say the prayer you
learned us, every night," said Katy.  " I
forgot it once when I went to bed, but
when I waked up in the night, I said it
twice."
Johnny was a good listener, but lie did
not talk much ll; so Wiinie and Kate had
most of the conversation to themselves.
Their mother did not call thenm until their
father came in to his dinner.




WINNIE MALONE.         101
He did not look quite like the Patrick
Malone who was first introduced to the
reader. He was better dressed; his step
was firmer, and the sullen, morose look
had given place to one of cheerful confidence.  As he came into the room  he
clapped his hands, and the baby answered
with a ringing laugh.
Winnie came to meet him, and he gave
her a cordial greeting. After inquiring for
Mr. James's family, he.looked at her for a
moment, and then said, —'" You've been
getting thin, this summer, Winnie; you
mustn't be fretting for the baby, or you'll
get sick."
Seeing Winnie look sad at the mention
of the baby, he said, cheerily, — " Come,
let us have dinner; I've brought a good
appetite, and I must soon be back, for work
drives."
They all came at the bidding, and
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102          WINNIE MALONE.
what better than they were,accustomed to
arve, and even the gralndmother, under its
influence, grew less morose.
Kate would not let Winnie help her
mother wash the dishes, but wished her to
c sit down and be a lady." The dishes
were soon disposed of, the room  neatly
swept, alnd then came Winnie's visit with
her mother.
Now that her husband had spoken of it,
she saw that Winnie was really thin and
pale, and she asked her if she was well.'" Yes, mother, I think I'm well; but I
feel tired, and sometimes my side aches."
"I'm afraid you've worked too hard,
my child."
"No, mother, that isn't it; it's been so,
ever so long, and I've felt a great deal
better since I've been to Mr. James's.
Sometimes I think I sha'n't live a great
while, and I shouldn't be much sorry, only
for you, if I knew I was good enough to be.with little Mary."




WINNIE MIALONE.         103
" Don't talk so, my child; I couldn't
bear it, indeed I couldn't! 
A noise in the street arrested their attention, and the conversation was dropped;
but the mother remembered it long after.
Winnie had not seen Bridget for several
weeks, and Johnny was sent to invite her
to tea.  Thle invitation was accepted, and
when she came, Winnie welcomed her in,
took off her bonnet and shawl, and seated
her at the window, before she had time to
look around her.  She had not seen Mrs.
Malone'S  new  home before, and it all
looked so nice, she began to fear it was no
place for her. The flowers were new to
her, and she stooped over theim caressingly,
as she inhaled their fragrance.
" Are ye home to stay, Winnie? "
" No, only to-day; I'm  going back this
evenlig.9
" Then they'll kape ye, if the baby is
dead; I'm  glad of it, though I'm  sure
ye've a nice home here now."




104         wTTNNITE MALONE.
"'Why haven't you been  to see me,
Bridget? You told me you'd come, and
Mrs. James has often asked about you."'" I've been up there, many a time, just
to see ye, but I was afraid to come in. I'm
not fit for ye, any way."
Bridget still felt that Winnie was far
above her, and, although she loved her, she
was never quite at ease when with her.
Winnie could not understand this; her
friend had done her immeasurable kindness, and she looked upon her as a
benefactor.
Bridget Murphy had not been standing
still, through the months that had passed,
since we first saw her in the narrow alley,
with basket in hand.  A refining process
had been going on, and you would hardly
have recognized her in the tidy-looking girl
who stood bending over the flowers.
The afternoon passed all too quickly;
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WJINNTE MALONE.         105
a happy group that seated themselves
around Mrs. Malone's tea-table. The loaf
of cake sent by Mrs. James occupied a
prominent position; and the bread and
butter were passed over hurriedly, to test
its merits.  There was enough for all,
and they feasted right heartily upon the
luxury.
After this, Mrs. Malone had another
conversation with Winnie, in regard to her
health; and was reassured by her saying
that she now felt perfectly well, and
" wasn't tired a bit."
As it drew  toward  evening, Winnie
started for Mrs. James's, and Bridget went
with her.  When she reached the gate,
Winnie desired her friend to wait, while
she went in. She told Mrs. James who was
there, and asked her if she might give her
a few flowers to carry home.
" Certainly," said the kind lady, and she
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106          WINNIE MALONE.
tlhe garden, while she cut for her a handsome boquet, which Winnie gave her.  She
turned it round in her hand, looking at it
from  all points of view, her eyes talking
eloquently all the while.'" Sure they're not all for me "' Oh, yes, they are," said AIrs., James,
" and you are to carry them all home."
" I'm sure I'm obliged to ye, but I never
drained of havin so many flowers, all in
my own hand."
With a lingering look at the garden,
Bridget went out, walking hurriedly, that
she might reach home before her flowers
should droop.
Charley had been  waiting impatiently
for Winnie to come in, and she was occupied through the evening in giving him an
account of the children, and the manner
in which she had spent the day.
The weeks passed by, until the middle
of October, Winnie still remaining with




WINNIE MALONE.          107
her kind friends.  But it was evident to
them, as well as to her parents, that her
health was failing.
At first, this was manifested only by a
feeling of constant fatigue, with the pain in
Aer side, of which she had told her mother.
As the nights grew cooler, she was slightly
hoarse, and  was sometimes inclined  to
cough.  When the days were warm  and
bright, she seemed almost as well as ever;
and then all hoped it was only a passing
illness.
The family physician was called in, but
he only ordered rest and good care.
Mrs. James followed him from the room,
and inquired more particularly as to her
disease.
" You are not her mother," said he,' so
I will tell you.  She will die of consumption, although she may live through the
winter, and, perhaps, another summer.  I
saw it in her face, when little Mary was




108         WINNIE MALONE.
sick, and knew it must come, sooner or
later.  Had she been tenderly cared for
from  infancy, she might have lived many
years yet. She was not made to endure the
privations of poverty, and death will come
early to her.
Mrs. James's eyes filled with tears, and
she did not go back to Winnie directly.
She did not wish to excite the child's fears,
and she waited until she regained her
composure.
When she entered the room, Winnie's
face was covered with her hands, and she
was sobbing bitterly. Mrs. James went up
to her, and smoothing down her hair with
a gentle, caressing motion, asked her the
cause of her grief.
It was some time before she answered,
and then, wiping the tears from her eyes,
she said,-" Do you  think I'm  fit to
die?"
" Why, Winnie, what made you ask me
that?"




WINNIE rIALONE.        109
" Because I don't get any better, and I
think I sha'n't live very long. Oh, if I
only knew I was a Christian, it wouldn't
be so hard; but I'm not sure of it. What
did tile doctor say? "
Seeing Mrs. James hesitate, she added,
" Please. tell me; I knew he didn't think he
could cure me, by his looks."
" He thinks you may never be very
strong, but you may live a long time.
WVe must all die, WTinnie, and I may go
before you."
"I know it, but I think I'll go soon; I've
thougllt a great deal about it, since little
Mary died, and I've prayed that I might be
good enough to live with her in heaven.
Do you think I am? "
" I hope so, Winnie, but can't you trust
the love of Christ, and don't you love him
yourself? "
" Oh yes, I know I do that, but I'm not
sure he loves me. Sometimes I think he




110          WINNIE MALONE.
does; but I'm  so wicked, I'm  afraid he
don't."
"' But Christ came into the world to save
sillners."
" Oh yes, that's all the hope I have;
and sometimes I can rest in it, but not
always."
RMrs. James led Winnie gradually to talk
of other things, not thinking it best for her
to be too much excited.
The next morning after this conversation,
she seemed better than she had for several
days, and Mrs. James was half inclined to
think her improving.  She had told her
husband what the physician had said, and
they had  decided to keep Winnie  with
them, and take care of her, unless she
should prefer to go home to her parents.
Winnie had  been thinking about this
herself; she was afraid she did not work
enough to pay for the trouble and expense
she made; and one day she asked Mrs.
James about it.




WINNIE MALONE.          111' You  do  me  good  in  many  ways,
Winnie, besides helping  ime  about my
work.  I should be very lonely without
you, and we all wish you to stay, whether
you work or not."
After this, Winnie felt better about it,
although there were days when she feared
she lighllt be burdensonme.
The last Sabbath in October, she was
unable to go out, and during the week,
her Sabbath school teacher called  upon
her.  Winnie was too  timid  and  selfdistrusting  to feel sure, herself, that she
was a Christian; but her teacher was
convinced, in conversing  with her, tlhat
she was indeed one of Christ's little ones.
It was a delightful visit to both teacher
and scholar; encouraging the one to labor
on faithfntlly in her work of love, while the
other was thelped in her upward way.
The brightness of October faded out into
the dull gray of November, and although




112          WINNIE MALONE.
Whinnie grew  gradually weaker, she still
moved quickly about thle house, during
part of the day. Her mother came, almost
daily, to see her, and slle wished to have
her at home; but there were many reasons
why Wiinie preferred to remain  rlwhere she
was.  Slhe seemed nearer heaven in her
Christian home, and she could not endure
the thought of leavilng it, even to be with
her mother.
The second Sabbath in November it was
so pleasant, and Winnie seemed so comfortable, that Mr. James proposed  she;
should ride to Sabbath school.  She was
oveljoyed at the prospect of going again,
for althlough she had been absent but two
Sabbathls, it seemed a long time.
Mr. James was waiting to receive lier,
when she reached the church door, and he
lifted her frol the coach, and led lher into
the vestry.  She looked so pale and weary,
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WINNIE MALONE.         113
reciting her lesson; but it was repeated
perfectly, and in singing at the close, her
voice mingled clear and sweet with the
others.
As she went out, she bade good-by to the
members of her class, looked around the
room with a sigh, and as Mr. James took
her hand, she closed her eyes, crushing a
tear in each.
She was so exhausted when she reached
home, that she could with difficulty walk
into the house, and Charley and Frank
were very sad as they whispered to each
other, that Winnie had been to the Sabbath
school for the last time.
She was conscious of it, herself, and she
wept for a long time at the thought. I1n
the afternoon she was able to read, and
Mrs. James talked with her, until the look
of pain faded from her face, and an expression of happiness replaced it.
In the evening, Frank read aloud an
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114         WINNIE MALONE.
interesting  Sabbath  school book, while
Winnie reclined upon  a couch.  With
some remarks upon the  book by Mrs.
James, the day closed, and they separated
for the night.
The next morning, Mrs. James arose
with a severe headache, and before night
she was quite ill. The next day she was
still worse, and a physician was called, who
pronounced her symptoms to be those of a
fever.  A  nurse was sent for, and she
resigned the care of her family into other
hands.
It was very hard for her to do this, and
she felt it most deeply on Winnie's account.
She knew if she was long sick, it would be
necessary for her to go home, and she
feared the child would suffer from the want
of Christian sympathy.
Wednesday, Mrs. James was suffering
still more severely, and her husband went
to see Mr. Malone.




WINNIE MALONE.         115
He told him of his wife's sickness, and
said,-" I told you I would provide for
Winnie so long as she remained under my
care, and I am still willing to do so. But
now, her mother can take better care of
her than a stranger, and I think best for
her to come home."
Then followed a long conversation in
regard to her religious feelings; and Mr.
James insisted that she should be permitted
to read her Bible unmolested, and receive
the visits of her Christian friends. This
was conceding a great deal for a Catholic;
but love for his child, and gratitude to Mr.
James conquered, a~nd it was decided that
she should come home the next day.
Mr. James superintended the arrangement of her room himself, and provided
whatever was needed to make it comfortable.
Many things were brought from the
room she had occupied in his house; the




116         WINNIE MALONE.
mattress, the quilt, the table, the piece of
carpeting, and last, but not least in the
estimation of Winnie, the boquet of dried
grasses.  These arrangements were completed Tuesday morning, and when Mrs.
Malone had hung  some curtains at the
windows, the room was ready for its
occupant.
Winnic knew she was to go, and when
she found she should be permitted to read
what she pleased, and that Mr. James
would still have a care for her, she was
reconciled to the change.
"1 I shall miss the prayers," said she to
him, but he promised to come often, and
pray with her.
"Then you know, Winnie, you can
always pray yourself."
"Yes, but I shall want to hear your
prayers, and I think they'll be answered
sooner than mine."
It was very hard to leave Mrs. James;




WINNIE MALONE.          117
but she was to hear from her every day,
and she hoped soon to see her again. Yet
it was a sad parting, the child going from
under tile roof that had sheltered her so
long, followed by the prayers of those she
left.
It seemed very lonely to Frank and
Charley when they came home, and found
Winnie gone.  Charley had a good cry,
and was comforted only by the promise
that he should go to see her every day.
"I want her right here, all the time,"
said he; " I could take care of her, and I
know that old grandmother'll be ugly to
her.  She shall come back when mother
gets well, I know."
Frank, being older, knew  that it was
necessary for Winnie to go, but lie missed
her none the less.
Winnie was too tired  to  talk  muchl
when she reached home.  fHer father had.
carried her from  the coach in his arms,




118         WINNIE MALONE.
and lain her upon the bed in her room.
The trunk containing her clothing and
books was brought in, but it was not to be
opened until she could attend to it herself.
She lay with her eyes closed, most of the
afternoon, opening them only when spoken
to, evidently wishing to be alone with her
own thoughts. The children moved about
on tip-toe, wondering what made her so
still, and wishing she would get rested, so
as to tell them stories.
Mr. Malone had told his mother that she
must not interfere with any of Winnie's
reading, and that she was still under Mr.
James's care.   She should  be troubled
neither by word nor look.
" If she gets well there'll be time enough
to make things right; and if she dies, it
shall never be said her last days were made
bitter by any of us."
" Sure, will she bring her heretic Bible
here, and will ye let her die without iver
goin to confession.? "




WINNIE MALONE.         119
" She'll bring what she pleases, and I'm
thinking she's too good to have much to
confess."
Thus the grandmother was silenced, and
she met Winnie, when she came home,
without speaking, which, as Katy said,
" was just the best way."
Winnie's room opened out of her mother's, and was large enough to contain a
small stove, which had been provided by
Mr. James.  Some wood, too, had been
sent, and Johnny volunteered his services
to bring in all that was needed. She had
come home to die, but not amid privation
and poverty; she was to be surrounded
with  every comfort that Christian love
could devise, or Christian generosity provide.
A little before dark she was bolstered up,
and took some refreshment.  She then
asked her mother to take her Bible from
her trunk.




120         WINNIE MALONE.
There it was; the same Bible Mrs. James
had given her so many months before, that
was to be a lamp to her feet as she went
down into the shadowy valley. She read
a chapter, and was still holding the blessed
book in her hands, with closed eyes, when
her father came in. He stopped on the
threshold and looked at her, his darling
Winnie; the child whose presence had
ever brought a blessing.  Dearer than
ever, now in her suffering and weakness;
how could he give her up!
It was a sweet, spiritual face that met his
gaze; the flush had faded from her cheeks,
and the blue veins could be distinctly
traced through the transparent skin, while
her hair lay in dark, heavy curls upon the
snow-white pillow.  Her figure, thin and
shadowy, reclining  upon  the  bed, she
seemed to need only wings to make her
an angel indeed.
At length Winnie opened her eyes and
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WINNIE MALONE.         121
"Well, my child, are you going to be
comfortable at home with us again? "
"Oh yes, father, to-morrow, when I get
rested, I'm sure I shall like it."
" It won't be like Mr. James's, but we're
glad to have you here, and we'll do the
best we canll."
They did not talk much that evening;
their hearts were too full, and Winnie was
too tired. She was undressed early and
fell asleep with her mother watching over
lher.
The next morning she awoke refreshed,
and went out to breakfast with the family.
Katy and John thought she must be almost
well.
Just before schlool time Frank and Charley James came in, bringing a low rockingchair. There was no one at home, to sit
in it, and they had asked their father's
permission to bring it to Winnie.  She
was sorry to hear that their mother was




122         WINNIE MALONE.
no better, but the kind remembrance and
visit of the boys cheered her, and as she
sat down ill tile chair she thanked them
again and again.
"I'll bring you a book and a paper,
Sunday," said Charley, " and if there's
any thing you want, just tell me, and I'll
ask father."'
It was evident Winnie was to be well
cared for.
Most of the day she was able to sit up,
and she assisted her mother in doing some
plain sewing. She arranged her books and
papers on the table in her room, and it
looked quite home-like there.
Saturday Mr. James came to see her,
and brought her some nice oranges. He
brought, also, refreshment for the soul as
well as body, words of Christian counsel,
with fervent prayer.
There was no prospect that Winnie
would be able to attend Sabbath school,




WINNIE MALONE.         123
but she learned her lesson, and Sabbath
morning she called Katy and John into
her room, and had a little meeting with
them. At noon Charley brought a book
with two papers, and she read until she
was quite exhausted.
The week following she was confined to
her room most of the time, and Mr. James
sent a physician to see her. He prescribed
some simple remedies for her cough, but
gave her friends no encouragement that she
would ever be better.
Through the month of November there
seemed but little change in her health;
there were days when she was unable to
sit up, and others when she was much
stronger. But it was all borne patiently,
no murmur ever being heard, and when
her mother wept at the thought of parting
with her, she tried to console and comfort
her. Mr. James still provided whatever
was necessary for her, and Charley allowed




124         WINNIE MALONE.
scarcely a day to pass, without bringing
her some token of his affection. But the
poor boy often went home sobbing, telling
his mother that Winnie  was " getting
whiter every day."
Mr. Malone had plenty of work, and his
family were well fed and clothed. Winnie
and her mother often talked of their sufferings only one year before, and the child
thanked God for the change.
No one objected to her reading  the
Bible; Mr. James's visits were always
welcomed, and her books and papers were
undisturbed; but she could talk about
them only to the children.
When  Winnie first came home, her
father hoped she would recover, and he
thought, when well, they could easily win
her back to their own church; but now he
was convinced that she must die a stranger
to their communion. It was a severe trial
to both her parents, but SMr. Malone would




WINNIE MALONE.         125
not retract the promise given to Mr. James,
and she was so happy in her belief, they
could not find it in their hearts to oppose
her. The grandmother did not often go
into her room, and then only by looks
did she dare express her disapprobation.
Her Sabblath school teacher visited her
every week, and she never went out from
the room of the suffering child, without
feeling cheered and encouraged. Many a
lesson of Christian faith and submission
were learned by her bedside; and the
artless words in which she clothed her
thoughts were eloquent with the inspiration
that cometh only from above.
Mrs. James was slowly recovering, and
many kind messages were brought from her
by her husband and children. The prayers
of Mr. James were never so much prized
by Winnie as now; he always asked for
just what she needed, and when, sometimes, her way seemed dark, and she




126         WINNIE MALONE.
almost shrank from the future, his words
reassured and comforted her.
By the middle of December she was
confined to her bed, and could read but
a few minutes without being very tired.
Frank James came ill sometimes, and
read aloud an interesting story, or short
article in a paper; but her own reading was confined almost entirely to the
Bible, which always lay within reach, upon
the table.
She longed to tell her parents of the
religion that made her so happy, and once
she asked them to let her read a chapter
to them from the Bible. Her father was
not willing to hear it, and he desired her
never to mention the subject again.
"' I'm not sure I've done right by you,
Winnie, in letting you go to a Protestant
church, but I thought, when you' grew
older, you'd surely come back to us. I
fear I've done wrong."




WINNIE MALONE.         1 27
" Don't be sorry for it, father; it is the
best thing you've ever done for me. Your
Winnie's going to leave you soon, but my
Bible makes it easy, and you must not
mourn for me."
This was the first time she had mentioned the subject of dying to her father,
and her eyes filled with tears as she saw
her parents so deeply moved. IHer father
soon went out, and her mother sat down
beside her and laid her head upon the
pillow. But there was a barrier between
them that could not be passed; a light
shone brightly to guide the footsteps of the
child, while the mother groped in darkness.
Bridget Murphy had often inquired of
Kate and John for their sister, but she had
not visited her since she came home. One
day, when Winnie was feeling better than
usual,.she sent for her.
She entered the room with a noiseless
step, and stood by the bed before Winnie
was aware she had come.




128         WINNIE MALONE.
" I'm glad to see you, Bridget; " said the
sick girl, and she reached out her thin
hand to meet the generous clasp of her
humble friend.
Bridget could not answer; she was quite
overcome at the change that had taken
place in Winnie, and the great tears rolled
down her cheeks.
"Don't cry, Bridget; you needn't cry
for me."
" Sure, I'm cryin for ineself, and what'll
I do when ye're gone? Ye're an angel,
Winnie."
" Not yet, Bridget, but I hope I shall
be."' O0 Winnie, won't ye niver go out any
more?"
"'No, Bridget, I shall stay in this little
room until God calls me home."
" Sure, ye're at home now, Winnie."
"But there's a better home for me in
heaven, and I'm going there soon."




WINNIE MALONE.         129
A severe fit of coughing interrupted the
conversation, and Mrs. Malone came in.
Bridget sat down, looking wistfully at her
friend, as though she would gladly bear her
sufferings.
When Winnie was again able to talk, she
called Bridget to her, and led her to talk
of herself- and her plans for the future.
She urged her to attend Sabbath school, if
she could get her father's permission, and
before she went homne, she gave her some
papers and a book, which Bridget promised
to read. Wininie threw  her arms about
her and kissed her as she bade her good-by,
and prayed that they might meet again in
heaven.
It was their last meeting oln earth. God
grant they may meet beyond the river
which now separates them.
Mrs. James's health was so much improved, that Winnie was hoping soon to see
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130         WINNIE. MALONE,
her, and Christmas morning her hopes were
realized.
Winnie had changed much since they
parted, and the meeting was deeply affecting to both. Mrs. James had been told of
the change, but she could not realize it
until she bent over the emaciated form,
and gazed into the blue eyes that seemed
larger and more dreamy than ever. And
there was a light in the dreamy eyes, like
the reflection of the far off glory of the
spirit-land.
There were few words spoken at first;
each heart was busy with its own thoughts.
But there was a subject which had given
Winnie much anxiety, and she could not
long keep silence respecting it.
"I'm afraid, when I'm dead, they'll burn
candles and have the priest say prayers
over me.  Shall I go to heaven all the
same if they do? "




WINNIE MALONE.         131
"Yes, Winnie, all the same. It will
make no difference with God."
" I was sure he'd know, but I was afraid
some way'twould make a difference. Oh,
I wish they wouldn't, but God will know
all about it, and he won't forget that I'm
a Christian child, if there is a cross over my
grave."
"No, Winnie, he won't forget."
" I know it, but it makes me sorry when
I think of it."
"' Don't think any more about it, Winnie.
You must get tired, sometimes, lying
here."
" I begin to, and then I think over the
verses and hymns I've learned, and I forget
all about it. Then everybody is so good
to me, I can't help being thankful all the
time; I l}ever want any thing but what it
comes, and a great many things before I
think of them."
Mrs. James remained with her until she




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feared to have her talk longer, then, offering up a short prayer, she left her, promising to see her again soon.
Winnie could now rest in peace; her
anxiety was at an end; she had seen her
friend, and been assured that the form of
her burial would make no difference.
In the afternoon Frank and Charley
came to see her, bringing fruit and sweetmeats, of which they knew her to be fond.
These she divided with Kate and John, and
they were permitted to spend most of the
afternoon with her.
They were in great trouble about Winnie,
and asked their mother:continually, when
she would be well again. It was a great
privation to them all, when she was unable
to have them in her room; but for a few
days previous to this, she had been so weak
they had seen but little of her.
Their mother's evasive replies to their
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had given them  some suspicion of the
truth; but they were too young to comprehend it fully, and now that they could be
with her again, they forgot their anxiety.
It was a delightful Christmas, and they
formed many plans for the future, in all
of which Winnie occupied a prominent
place.
Every effort was used to prolong her life,
that love could suggest, but during the last
week of the year, Winnie failed rapidly,
and when Mr. James returned from visiting her on New Year's, he told his wife he
thought she could live but a few days.
Mrs. James went to see her, and found
her weak and suffering, but trusting still in
the love of the Redeemer. Winnie was
unable to talk much, but she listened with
evident delight to the words of her friend,
and as she repeated some of the precious
promises God has given to cheer the sick
and suffering, the child's face was lighted




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up with an expression of holy confidence.
She thanked Mrs. James again for all her
kindness, and asked still to be remembered
in her prayers.
Mrs. Malone watched over her child with
the most tender care, and the father shared
the vigils, lifting her tenderly in his arms
when  it was necessary to change her
position.
Mr. or Mrs. James called every day,
feeling that each visit might be the last.
Winnie had always expressed a strbng
desire that one of them should be with
her when she died; and one Sabbath
morning John went over to tell them that
she was much worse.
Mrs. James was unable to go out, but
Mr. James went to her directly. When
he entered the room Death had set his seal
upon her brow, and life was ebbing fast.
Her face lighted up with an expression
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bent over her, she uttered, in a broken
whisper, the single word, - " Pray."
Mr. James had never prayed in the
presence of the family, and he asked Mr.
Malone's permission.
It was granted, and he knelt amid the
sorrowing group that stood around the bed
of the dying child, and offered up such a
petition as only one can offer, who has a
living faith in the promises of God. Earnestly, fervently, lovingly, he prayed that
she might have grace to support her in this
last hour, and while the words still lingered
on his lips, the weary eyes closed, and she
slept the sleep that knows no waking.
Another death was chronicled on earth,
and in the mansions — of light another voice
helped to swell the song of redeeming
love.
The parents went from the room, crushed
by their sorrow, leaving to stranger hands
the performance of the last sad offices.




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Every thing had been prepared for this
event by Mrs. James, and had been sent to
her mother a day or two previous.
After a few minutes' silence, unbroken
save by the sobs of the bereaved, Mr.
Malone went up to Mr. James and extending his hand, said,-" I thank you for
all you've done for me and mine. You
made my child happy, and you gave me
work when we were starving. I'll remember it as long as I live. I gave Winnie to
your care, but she's gone."
Here he paused, overcome by his emotions,
and the mother wept aloud. Mr. James,
too, was deeply affected, and he mingled
his tears with those of the parents.
"You've been good to her, and we've
not crossed her in her feelings; but now
that she's dead we must bury her in our
own way in consecrated ground."
Mr. James had expected this, and he had
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It did not matter where the body slept,
or with what rites it was consigned to
its last resting-place; the soul had gone
home.
The next morning Mrs. James went over
with Frank and Charley to take their last
look of Winnie  Malone.   There  were
candles burning around the coffin, and the
Bible had given place to a crucifix, but
they  disturbed  n hot the  sleeper.  Mrs.
James had brought flowers the child had
so much loved in her life, and she laid
them in her coffin, fit emblem of that life
that had faded so soon. There was no
more she could do for her, and she went
home thanking God that she had been permitted to lead one soul toward heaven.
In th-e afternoon of the same day a priest
read the Catholic burial-service over the
body of a Christian child, and a cross
marks the grave of Winnie Malone.