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Angel Footprints.
BY FANNIE WAYUSD.
tVERY little kindness,
Every deed of love,
Every little .action
Prompted from above—
E’en a cup of water,
In llis great name given :
These arc angels’ footprints
Leading up to Heaven.
Every little sacrifice
Made for others’ weal,
Every wounded brother
That we strive to heal.
E’en a word of kindness
To misfortune given—
All are angels’ footprints.
Leading up to Heaven.
Then let angels lead us
Wheresoe’er they would;
Even let them teach us
What is for our good :
May they cross our pathway
When from lleaven they roam,
Let us follow after
Footprints leading home.
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
ELLEN HUNTER:
A S T OltY O F TH K WAIt .
DEDICATED TO THE CHILDREN OP THE SOUTH BY ONE
WHO HAS BEEN AN EYE-WITNESS TO THEIR
SORROWS AND THEIR SUFFERINGS.
BY BYRD LYTTLE, OF VIRGINIA.
CHAPTER IY.
NEWS OF IIARRY.
EORGE HUNTER came
Cgi IfO It, at the appointed time,
Wsl and, from the moment of
his arrival, was so much
enframed in forming and
JTk .
J discussing his plans for the future,
that he had very little time to de
rsV' vote to Ellen. Elder brothers,
’(P when they are first grown, are not
apt to waste their time, as they call it,
on their little sisters, but if George had
only known how anxious Ellen was to
hear all he was going to do, I think he
would have spared her a little of his time.
One day, some weeks after the opening
of this story, George came hurriedly into
the room where Ellen was stuuying her
lessons, and asked for his father. Dr.
Hunter had gone out, and when Ellen
told George he seemed so distressed that
she asked him what was the matter?
“ Nothing you can understand about,”
was liis reply. “Don’t worry me now,
Ellen, for I am fairly bothered to death.”
“ I was only afraid something had hap
pened to Harry,” said Ellen.
“What do you suppose could be the
matter with Harry?” asked George im
patiently. “He is not in any danger.”
“ I know he is not in danger of being
hurt, but father told me had written for
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him to come home, at the same time he
wrote for you, and I know something must
have happened, or he would have been
here.”
“Did father tell you he had written for
him ?”
“ Yes,” said Ellen.
“Then I reckon I might as well tell
you what I have heard,” said George.
“ Tom Nelson, who has been living in
New York, has just come home, and he
says Harry is a prisoner in Washington.
But here is a letter to father from Mr.
Hobson. I expect that will tell us all
about it.”
Ellen almost fainted when she heard
this. Harry v 7 as her favorite brother,
and most deservedly so, for there was
never a nobler or braver young man.
George noticing that Ellen did not speak,
looked up and found her almost insensi
ble. He brought her some water, saying
as he did so :
“Look here, Elbe, you must stand up
to things better than this. There’s no
body" hurt yet; when there is it will be
time enough to faint.”
By this time Ellen had recovered, and
her first thought was to keep her mother
from hearing the news. She told George
ho had better keep the letter until their
father came in, and give it to him him
self: “You know,” she continued, “moth
er always reads Mr. Hobson’s letters, and
she would find it out.”
“That’s a fact, Elbe; I never thought
of that. But here comes father now.”
As soon as Dr. Hunter entered the
room, he saw from the expression of his
children's faces that something was wrong,
but before he had time to ask any ques
tions, George gave him Mr. Hobson’s let
ter. It was only a few lines, and when
the Doctor had finished reading it, he
said :
“This is unfortunate. Harry has been
sent off to attend to some business for
Mr. Hobson, and is not expected back for
two months; in consequence of which he
will not receive my letter until too late
to come home without having a great
deal of difficulty in doing so. What do
you think I had best do, George ?”
Without answering his father’s ques
tion, George said : “ I heard this morning,
father, that Harry was a prisoner in
Washington.”
“Good Heavens, George! how did you
hear that?”
“Tom Nelson has just come through
from New York, and lie says lie heard it
there.”
“But perhaps they had no other reason
for thinking so,” said Dr. Hunter, “ than
his unusually long absence from the city.
I shall write immediately to Mr. Hobson
and ask when they last heard from Har
ry, and where he was at that time. But
1 think it would be as well, George,” h e
continued, “ to see Tom Nelson again, and
learn from him all that he knows of Har
ry’s imprisonment.”
After Dr. Hunter left the room, Ellen
asked: “ What do you think about Harr}
George?”
“ I’m afraid they’ve caught him; but
don’t distress yourself, lie’ll manage to
get oft some way,” said George leaving
the room as he finished speaking.
When left alone, Ellen could no longer
keep back her tears. Her only idea of
“being a prisoner” was being confined in
a horrid dirty-place, with iron bars across
the window, and when she thought of
Harry being shut up in a place like that,
with no one near to comfort and cheer
him, it almost broke her heart. But, for
tunately for lier, she could not indulge in
her sad reflections long, as she heard her
mothers voice calling her.
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
MAROONER’S ISLAND;
OR,
Dr. Gordon in Search of his Children.
BY REV. F. It. GOULDING,
Author of the “ Young Marooners.' 1
CHAPTER XX.
SOMETHING IN TIIE BUSH PLANS FOR THE
NIGHT A FIIIE-HUNT DEER’S EYES BY
TORCHLIGHT.
OON after this the whole
camp was in a state of
repose. Nothing was to
be heard but the hard
breathing of the sleepers,
and the footfalls of the sentinel
q whose quiet tramp upon the ap
pointed beat near by was as iegu
lar as the ticking of a clock; for
Tomkins was so sure there would he n°
further disturbance from Indians alter the
rising of the moon that'he encouraged al
to go quickly and soundly to sleep. -
little past midnight, however, lie him^ c
was called from his bivouac. Ihesenti
nel on duty at that hour was feinips (,n :
whose hurt, a mere scratch on the temp e
needing only the staunching influence
a little cold water, did not at all disqua 1
fy him for service. Having been
ted to give the Sergeant private vvaimng
in the event of anything unusual, he c * lhK
and with a gentle shake said :
“ I hear something in the bush !
They went noiselessly to the
merit of a leafy evergreen, where the)
toned, and became convinced that t m