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BEAUTIF
"I don't want to pick u
sides it spoils my hands,"
"Girl's hands ain no bet
pretty as yours, and I sha;
shant," declared Bobby.
"Dear me," said mamrn
ing, smilingly. "Of com
don't want to pick up c
Bridget, when her poor h
and sit beside me and le
You'd like that, wouldn't
"O, good}', goody," cric
entirely forgetting their i
from mamma was almost
dessert.
"Once upon a time," b
very poor little girl who
very poor little house.
Louise, and a very, very
"Louise's mamma had 1
clean and do anything wh
enough to buy food at
Louise.
"Louise, as I said, was
helped her mamma and e
was always so busy mir
forgot that she was poor
were worth a great deal ol
"Early each morning L<
just as the sun was peepin
to the woods to gather up
ever she could find to mak
ging her day's washing,
with her little hands soi
from the rough contact v
often had to pull from the
prize, but never did she 11
to perform some other tas
ders ached from the heavy
her little hands were aim
but even the most willing
morning Louise was unabl
for she was very ill and i
such a patient little girl ?
gave her nasty medicine si
nice, sweet wine, and the <
imagine to be the lightest
imaginative little girl, and
command, she turned e
beauty.
"One day while she la>
and wondering if all the
beautiful rich lady and a li
beautiful lady talked to he;
to Louise. She sat down
her gloves, displaying the
hands imaginable.
" 'O, cried Louise,' 'wha
tie girl; what's your nam
THE PRESBYTERIAI
Yes toe i
UL HANDS.
p chips. 1 don't like to; beoouted
Helen.
ter'n boy's hands, and mine's
n't pick up chips, either, so I
a, looking up from her sew*se,
Bobby, you aud Helen
hips, even if it would help
ead aches so badly, so come
t me tell you a fairy story,
you ?"
:d both children delightedly,
ill humor, for a fairy story
t better than ice crea.n for
egan mamma, "there was a
lived with her mamma in a
This little girl's name was
good little girl she was.
to wash and iron, scrub and
lerebv she could earn monev
id clothing for herself and
a very good little girl, and
:verybody all she could, and
listering to others that she
and was as happy as if she
: money.
ouise would jump out of bed
g over the hill and run away
i sticks and twigs, and whate
a fire for her mother to beLouise
often returned home
relv scratched and bleeding
nth the branches which she
: trees in order to secure her
nurmur, but would flit away
k, and often her small shoulburden
cast upon them, and
ost bleeding from the cold ;
are often cut down and one
le to run away to the woods,
jnable to leave her bed, and
she was! When the Doctor
he would pretend that it was
dice of stale bread she would
of cake, for she was a very
with this fairy wand at her
verthing into pleasure and
r reading her fairy-tale book
wonderful tales were true, a
ttle girl called, and while the
r mamma the little girl talked
beside the bed and drew off
loveliest pair of little white
t pretty hands you've got, lite,
anyhow?'
* OF THE SOUTH.
whiTchill
" 'Lucile,' said the little girl
'Lucile Richardson.'
" 'My. what a pretty name.
vnn \*p crnfr ciii%1i i*r#?11\- lifiiirl
^..vw .."..v.
nice, but,' looking ruefully i
'they'll never be.'
" 'Iloity, Toity, what's that
a shrill little voice from the fc
it, well, I'm looking for a pai
ful hands, and I haven't foun<
"Louise and Lucile looked
tion of the voice and were ast
little lady perched upon the
crown upon her head, a goldei
a great golden apple in the ol
" 'O, it's a fairy,' gasped L(
" 'I believe 'tis,' said Lucilc
" 'Of course I'm a fairy; coi
ed the little lady, indignantlv
fairies and am searching thr
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t,?.. uvuuiuui nanus, auu
lo give the owner this apple
"'What's inside?' ventured
" 'Never mind what's inside
her head wisely. 'Get me the
"Lucile stretched out her ha
said, 'aren't mine pretty?'
" 'Pooh,' said the fairy, 'do
you do, I don't,' and she tui
nose very high.
" 'Yes they are, they'r the pi
declared Louise. 'Look agaii
white they are?' and she stret<
scarred hand and drew Lucile
" 'Here, here, let's see,' c:
catching hold of Louise's hai
call real, down-right beauty,
clare, I've found my treaure at
lovely scratch (she did ~
\? ? -"?*? fe
splendid brown skin. Well, 1
here's your apple, eat it qu
swallow the seeds. My, my,
treasure at last,' and the fair
and nodded her head so vigor
en crown slipped from her h<
noticed, upon the floor.
"Louise sank her teeth deli
fruit. 'Can't I give Lucile a
" 'What! That little girl w
never did a single kind act for
help Chloe wash the dishes w
I say, no!' cried the fairy, wi
laiciIg hung her head si
in her heart how the fairy kn<
said was, indeed, all very true
"By this time Louise had
apple and had six great browi
" 'Here's the seeds,' she said
the fairy.
"Th* --'J J - - --
3 ..uuuea and blinl
May 25, 1910.
WEN J
proudly tossing her curls,
Say, Lucile, how come
s? Wish mine were so
it her own brown ones,
I hear about hands?' cried
)ot of the bed. 'Hands is
r of hands, really beauti1
a single pair, so far.'
in surprise in the direconished
to see a beautiful
bedpost with a golden
1 scepter in one hand, and
her.
Duise.
ildn't you see that?' pout'I'm
the queen of the
oughout the world for a
hen I find a pair of mean
Lucile.
said the fairy, nodding
hands and you'll see.'
mds eagerly. 'There,' she
you call them pretty? If
rued up her dainty little
rettiest hands I ever saw,'
11. See how smooth and
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's toward the fairy,
ried the fairy excitedly,
id. 'Now, that's what I
Why, I declare, I det
last. Why, just see that
athering wood), and that
well, I declare, little girl,
ick?all of it?but don't
to think I've found my
y swayed back and forth
ously that her little gold?ad
and rolled down, unightedly
into the luscious
bite?' she asked eatrerly.
ith the ugly hands, who
' anybody?wouldn't even
hen Chloe was sick? No,
'athfully.
lamefully and wondered
:w so much, for what she
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i seeds lying in her hand. {
I, as she held them toward
ked, and blinked and nod