The Girls Own Paper, Vol. VIII, No. 354, October 9, 1886

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Title: The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. VIII, No. 354, October 9, 1886
Author: Various
Editor: Charles Peters
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Language: English
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VOL. VIII.--NO. 354.
OCTOBER 9, 1886.

In the heart of the heartless town, where hunger and death are rife;
Where gold and greed, and trouble and need, make up the sum of life--
A woman lives with her only child, And toils 'mid the weary strife.
No end to the tiring toil to earn a wage so small; No end to the
ceaseless care--ah! the misery of it all! While the strongest snatch the
hard-earned crust, The weakest the crumbs that fall.
Oh, look at the pallid face as it bends o'er the dreary work; The stitch,
and stitch, and stitch that she knows she dare not shirk! Her strength is
ebbing away so fast That she scarcely feels it go.
Oh, list to the weary sigh--a whole tale in one breath-- A widowed life,
and a mother's love, and the fear of an early death. While there at her
feet a pale boy sits, And weeps for his mother's woe.
* * * * *
She has called to her boy in the night; he has nestled beside her bed,
And clung to her neck with a smothered cry and a feeling of sudden
dread. And thus they lie, till the mother strives To speak with her tears

And then she tells him--so sweet and low, it sounds like a fairy tale--
How Jesus has sent His angels down to fetch her; that He won't fail To
send His angel to watch o'er him When love can no more avail.
* * * * *
But still she holds him so gently firm, so close to her lifeless breast;
She speaks no more, he weeps no more, for God knows what is best.
He has taken both from a world of pain To endless peace and rest.
E. A. V.

BY DARLEY DALE, Author of "Fair Katherine," etc.
Up the old oak staircase three or four stairs at a time sprang the baron;
then he walked quickly with beating heart down the long corridor to the
west wing, where the nursery was, and pausing at the top of a spiral
staircase which led to the side door he intended to go out by, he
shouted impatiently to the housemaid who was left in charge of the
"Marie! Marie! Vite, vite. Where is Monsieur Léon's malacca cane? It
was in my dressing-room this morning. Fetch it directly."
The girl came running to do her master's bidding, and no sooner had the
white streamers of her cap disappeared down the corridor than the
baron darted into the nursery. A lamp was burning on a table at one end
of the room, and at the other, carefully guarded from any draught by a
folding-screen, stood a swinging-cradle, on pedestals of silver. The

framework, the baron knew, was an old family relic, but the cradle
itself was a new and wonderful creation of white swansdown and blue
satin, lined with lace and trimmed with pale blue ribbons. In this mass
of satin and lace lay the baron's tiny daughter, fast asleep, her small
fingers grasping a lovely toy of pink coral with golden bells, which was
fastened round her waist with pale blue ribbon. For one moment the
baron hesitated. To tear the little creature from her luxurious home, and
trust her to the tender mercies of some rough sailors for a day or two,
and then leave her in the hands of strangers, who might or might not be
kind to her, seemed hard even to the baron, whose mind was warped by
jealousy; but then came the thought that all this luxury with which the
child was so extravagantly surrounded was bad for her; if Mathilde
persisted in pampering her in this way, she would grow up weak and
delicate. The life he had chosen for her was far more healthy; and if
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