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THE SUNNY SOUTH, ATLANTA. GEORGIA. OCTOBER 7 1893
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I.
ELEN, YOU ARE THE
most provokiDg creature
under tbesun,” Helen, a
slim pretty girl just out
of her teens, lay com
fortably on a sofa in
front of the lire, that cast
j; { a bright warm glow over
the cozy sitting-room,
whose great windows
looked out upon Broad
way. She did not even
raise her eyes to look
at the speaker, a tall
handsome woman, heav
ily wrapped in furs, with
hT bonnet and gloves on, ready to go out
tl,very moment, but who had paused
with a faint hope of persuading the obsti
nate girl to accompany her.
“Helen,” she continued in that nasal,
pettish wav, that so many fashionable wo
men are wont to assume, “I should feel it
g gre at kindness to me, if you would hut
goto this meeting.”
Helen sat upright and gazed full at
her sister, “Margaret, I am going to see
consiu Bertha today, and I would not give
up my visit there for twenty such meet
ings-”
“Well, well, have your own way, but,
when she proves ungrateful as poor rela
tives always do, remember that I warned
jon in lime that you would receive no
thanks of your kindness.
A queer smile played about the lips of
th** younger girl. It was useless to argue
with this sister of hers. The world defines
charity according to its own rules; it was
not for her to point out the fallacy of their
application. Margaret, however, inter
preted the smile, and it angered her.
“Beally, Helen, I do not know what
more you would have me do, my
name is down on a hundred lists for chari
ties.”
' I do cot say Margaret, that you do not
give a reasonable amount.”
“I should think not, why it waB only the
other day that I gave every cent of the
money that George gave me for a new
cloak to the‘orphans fund.’”
Helen knew this ; she knew also that it
was to get ahead of that hateful Mrs
Bradshaw that Margaret had done it, but
she only remarked quietly:
"On, Margy, how much good that thirty
(Khars would have done poor Cousin Ber-
Uia and the children.”
“Helen, you are an idiot!” and with one
long, withering look of scorn she swept
out of the room.
The heavy portieres were thrown aside,
and Dr Oswald entered the room immedi
ately after his wife had left it. There was
a smile on his handsome face, but there
was a world of bitterness in it.
“Why, Helen,” he asked, half jakingly,
however, “haven’t they converted you
yet?”
"No, George,” and there was a ring of
sadness in her voice, though she laughed
good uaturedly, “it maybe because I am
very obtuse, but I cannot understand
why so many will restrict their help to a
class of poor, of whom they know nothing,
and at the same time be blind to the dis
tress of those who are near and dear to
them.”
‘‘Why, these people must have their
good deeds known, child, it is
a part of virtue’s reward, they
reason. Heigh, ho! I know many
people who would sooner own up to
s crime than acknowledge a shabby kins
man on the street. Bah, where would be
the benefit then, of aiding such as these.”
“Come, George, do not be so bitter. Per
haps, after all, there is a little selfishness
in the adage that charity begins at home.”
“Not a bit of it, Helen, no more than in
haying one’s house furnished when a
neighbor's is empty.”
“Well, I have promised myself a visit to
Cuuaiu Bertha’s today, so I must be off,”
hut Helen paused abruptly. Was it the
glow of the lire or was it her woros that
brought that crimson Hash to Doctor Os
wald » cheek. He turned away quickly,
however, from her steady gaze and was
soon lest iu the perusal of a book that
Heleu had left ou the sofa from which
she had just risen. Just then the heavy
Patter ol rain on the window pane made
him look up anxiously:
"R is sleeting, Helen ”
‘“Oh! it dots not matter,” she replied
l b go anyway/’jhe lookedjrelieved, and
sue saw him band over his book again,
ss she left the room.
II.
The sleet and rain continued to fall
heavily, and the wind wai at its height,
bromthe window of an humble cottage
iu an humbler street peered three little
white faces, each wearing that ethereal
look, that bo often belongs to tbe respect
able poor. There was anxious dismay on
the eldest boy’s fac-, as he turned from
the window and saw that his sister was
flaking preparations to go out. He went
up to her gently, and one of his little arms
nude around her neck, there were tears
too, in his scfr, blue eyes, for he was
pleading with her very earnestly, “do not
go out to day, dear Bertha, it is so bitter
cold and your dress is so thin, if the bun
dle must go, dear, let me take it,” and be
held out his arms coaxingly.
kis* ' iul f Hal,” and she stooped to
,, j :ltu tenderly on his fair young brow,
i *!“* 1 WOUl ' 1 - Ton K° out
''bmP*,*. l hyo l uwoamy. , ‘ ,1 ' Wer * d * t0atly ’
ov^rtothf h ? r lovin Rly M she went
faoeVt° kiss the two little
be door Lfi°tl i ' bve v He foll «*ed her to
ly ‘‘dear broke down complete-
it makes H 1 ®’ Wai * until to-morrow,
it makes me shiver to hear that wind, and
I will be so miserable the whole while
that you are out in that cold and wet.”
He held her tight, but she undid his lit
tle hands and put them from her gently,
“Hal, you have always been a brave boy
for your years,” he was only eight, “do
not give up now, we must not think of
ourselves,” she thought it wise to speak to
him thus, “they will he hungry after
awhile,” and she pointed sadly to tbe two
little figures near the window, “and cold
too,” she added piteously as her eyes fell
on the grate where the beat of the embers
were fast dying out. Hal stepped aside
he did not say another word, but open
ing the door for her to pass oat, he
put up his lips, poor little hot
lips to be kissed again, and scarcely
bad BeTtha crossed the threshold when
the wind tore tbe door from his little hand
and closed it with a bang. He opened it
again and looked out, but Bertha had al
ready disappeared down the street. He
went back into the room sorrow-stricken,
it was so bitter cold outside.
His temple throbbed painfully, and a
hot hand seemed to clutch and hold tight
his little chest.
Wearily he sat down in the farthest
corner from the fire to await Bertha’s re
turn. How slowly the time passed, how
very long she seemed to stay.
In the meantime Bertha hurried on her
way, never heeding the blinding sleet, nor
the cruel wind that shrieked madly in her
ears. She was thinking of the bright, si!
ver dollars that would soon be hers.* What
a lovely fire she would kindle in that lit
tle grate ou her return, and what a nice
dinner she would prepare for her little
darlings. Ob I how glad she was that she
bad not yielded to tired nature, hut had
sat ud half the night to finish her sew
ing.
She quickened her steps. There was
Uocle J.. ff’s house at last. She rang the
bell. A pompous servant showed
her up the great, marble steps, and then
being familiar with the house, lor in her
father’s life-time she had been intimate
there, she sought her aunts room at the
other end of the hall.
“Why, Bertha, wh«t on earth has
brought you out. on such a day,” and
Aunt Fannie lay hack on the sofa with a
look of wonder as her niece entered tbe
room.
“I have brought you the shirts. Aunt
Fannie,” and I nope they will suit you,
Bertha continued as she undid the bundle
with tremulous fingers, and displayed
some six or eight daintily ruffled shirts.
“They are beautifully made, Bertha, but
I am in no hurry for them, and there was
really no necessity for you to bring them
home iu such weather.”
Tbe wealthy Mrs. Jeff Overton was
thoughtful in her way, but alas, it was
the wrong way. Just then tbe door open
ed and a beautilul boy of eight or nine
years bounded into the room. So
full of life and, health, Bertha
thought sadly, as she silently com
pared him to poor, delicate Hal. He
threw his arms around her in a warm,
boyish fashion: but immediately after, he
became iut» rested in his shirts. His vel
vet jacket was off in a second, and the
camoric garment was slipped on in
stead.
“Mother,” he exclaimed angrily, with a
stamp of bis patent leather boot, “these
necks are too large ”
“Weil, well, my son, don’t get into a
temper Cousin Bertha will make them
smaller for you.”
That was the end of it; the shirts were
bundled up again, and Bertha prepared
to go. Ouce, aye, more than ouoe, she
tried to ask for something, but there was
only a choking sensation in her throat, so
she said goodoy and went out again into
tbe cold. Tiie disappointment was too
much for her tired brain and
aching heart. She went home in
a half dazed, hopeless way. She
remembered nothing save that there was
no bread and no fire; but when she open
ed the door and entered the cheerless room
and found Hal ill, and the two younger
children crouched close together near the
empty grate. Heaven forgive her, but her
heart was very bitter just then She knew
that there was a God, but obi He must be
very far away, indeed, not to see and take
pity on such distress as this. Had He for
gotten His promise to take care of tbe or
phan?
She had come from a house of plenty,
yet there were no orphans there. Oh! it
was very hard to come home and find
three little brothers starving.
There was a gentle tap at the door, and
the next moment Helen had entered with
a beaming smile ou her happy f.ca, but in
au instant it was chased away and a look
of tenderest pity stole there instead. Sie
took Bertha aside and tried to rouse her,
but the poor g ri was benumbed with cold
and faint for the want of food.
“I’ll be back in a moment,” she whisp
ered, and then she was gone.
As she reached tbe street she gazed up
and down eagerly. Where was the near
est doctor to be found? Jastthen a bag
gy turned the corner, and she recognized
Doctor Oswald.
She did not stop to wonder what he was
doing in this shabby quarter of the city,
nor did she lose any time in telling him
of Bertha’s distress, “go to them, Gedrge,”
she urged, “and do what you can for
them, whilst I sea about lire and food, for
they are half dead with hunger and cold.”
Ah, how often he had passed the little
gray cottage, with the vain hope of seeing
a pale sweet face, that never appeared
however, hut now, now he was actually to
enter the sacred domain, he would speak
with her, hear again the soft sweet voice
that ha 1 won his heart so completely in the
fall two years before when he brought her
through a severe illness. Oh! could Para
dise bs fairer than the humble room be
was entering. —
His heart gave "ne great throb, there
she sat, pale and listless, a faiut sign of
recognition came into her eyes as he en
tered, but it soon vanished, leaving her
more lifeles than ever.
He did not mind, he was near her—and
his heart felt satisfied. Oh! cruel fate,
why was he not free to take her to his
heart aud shelter her and hers from the
pitiless world. An angry rebellion crept
into his soul, it should not be so, he loved
ner! could he see her in this bitter mis
ery ?
The cold from wi'hout had entered the
cheerless room, there was not much I
armtli in it God knows, but. the perspira- I
large beads, “child,” oh! the priceless
sympathy hi his voice, “there is nothing in
the world I care for hat yon, and there is
little enough in the world that yon have to
care for, come with me, when the little
fellow is well, and let you and I, and
they,” and he pointed to three children
“go far away, and be happy.”
She raised her violet eyes to his, had
life and happiness entered them at lastl
Misery and want had she ever known
them? If so they were forgottonl Love
dear love, there is no speedier oore in al.
God’s world, for a woman’s heart. There
was no time to answer him just then, for
Helen came again as she nad promised
this time, however, she was followed by
the carriage driver who brought a quan
tity of coal, and there soon biased in the
little grate, just snch a fire as Bertha bad
promised herseif that morning.
Tbe doctors prescriptions were sent to
be filled, and then Helen put him out
gently telling him that for the present she
was more needed there than he.
“Poor Bertha,” and in her womanly
way she went up to her, and smoothing
back her soft 'golden hair. She bent and
kissed her and two hot tears fell on the
smooth white brow. Then she stole away
into Another room, and ere long the
delicious aroma of food floated through
the house. Was it the wsmth from tbe
fire, or was it the wt r nth < f human kind
ness that difnsed its aelf throughout her
soul » nl thawed the frozen faculties of
her heart and brain. She realized at last
that Hal was ill, and she gazed lovingly
at the two curly heads that rested so close
together on the faded back of the chair in
which they had fallen asleep.
Was God very far away after all? And
in truth was there nothing in this world
that deserved her care? And when she
remembered the pore kiss that was left in
womanly sympathy on her brow bnt a few
moments since, she thanked God that
there is no sin in temptation, if we do not
yield.
The doctor came again that evening;
Helen had just gone home a few moments
before. He looked pale and agitated.
How he had been tortured all day with
the thought of what her answer might be
Bertha was very calm and met him in the
same old friendly manner, though his very
heart and soul were in the gaze he bent
fall npon her. His heart gave one wild
throb and then beat on in the old dull way.
Every hope lay dead when he read the
brave determination in the pure, sweet
eyes that met his so unflinchingly. He
took her hand at parting and asked if
there were anything that he might do for
her. Were those tears in her eyes? Ho,
they conld not be, for there was a mis
chievous look there also, as she asked him
in a quivering voice to send her another
doctor in his stead. He hesitated one
short moment, bat she drew the promise
from him in the end.
In the years that followed he told him
self there was no sin in loving one so wor
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That night he stopped at the bouse of
Dr. Watson, an old friend of his, old
enongh he told himself with grim satisfac
tion; to be Bertha’s father, and indeed,
when Bertha came to know him well, his
kindness made her feel him such.
Poverty in its cruel form never entered
the little gray cottage again. Helen hov
ered near it, always a ministering angel—
it mattered not who often sent her there
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