Bolax, Imp or Angel-Which?

s Co

. Allen, "Mamma wants to

ile! Bolax and I have company!" T

al chairs placed before the fire; but seeing no

not take that chair! That's for poor ol

child bowed down to the floor, saying: "Little

ir: "Blessed Mother, are you co

oor, when Bolax called out: "Oh, Ma dear, please don't shut

ly stepped aside, as if really to make way for the celestial visitors. Then leaving the child

angels, I am sorry that I haven't enough chai

you see these round pieces of tin? Well, won't you please change them all into dollars, so we can have money for the poor, and sister Amy won

heard her tell my Mamma she was afraid to die; and she is

e? I'm afraid to ask 'cause I was naughty this m

amma says we must be thankful for all

, beckoned him into her room, hoping he would listen to the innocent prattle of his little one

r sternly to his wife. "All this nonsense comes from your constant talk on subjects beyond the comprehension of children. Amy is an

ling to--" Here they were startled by a most unearthly yell, and Master

t she?" a

seph; I wanted to take the

, and said: "Bo, Bo, you're the f

ng her mother she would never again have that boy when her company ca

caused her mother to wonder if the

ing her Bo would be more thoughtful and bette

le Tommie Hoden. I am sure from the appearance of

ready to open; the cherry trees were white with blossoms, and the apple trees covered with buds. The glad beauti

digging her flower-beds, an

e fellow, Tommy Hoden, who comes

s," cried Miss Beldon; "why

t poor neglected boy of his," answered Mrs. Al

ss it, for it is the meanest of all those tumble-down sh

llen. "I am only going to do the part of the w

rs. The man is never sober, and he won't like to be inte

ic was not likely to happen, and then went to

nd while Amy loitered on the way, gathering wild flowers. "Do yo

ar. I hope you

the little fellow drew a deep sigh; "onl

said Amy, in a somew

neel before our Blessed Lady's picture and pr

. Now Bo, perhaps you had better

t to take care of my own dear M

y to get Tom to go to school every day and to catechism class on Sundays. I think that would make a

llen made a constant companion of the child; and although

he distance, just as the road turned off from the village; here were a number of wret

if possible, than the rest. Towards this Mrs. Allen, still holdin

the door wider open and walked in. The room upon which it opened was small and low, and lighted by a single window, over which hung a thick network of

He was a rough, bad-looking man with shaggy hair hanging over his face

ou want?"

d Mrs. Allen, "so I thought I would come to see him, an

rouble," and the glare of his eyes softened a little; "you're the first woman tha

not come to make a long

t the contents of her basket. At last she saw a closet, and while placing the articles of

t home, M

of him? I never

Mrs. Allen, "and I thought you would not object

reckon it wouldn't do no good to send him, f

n, couldn't you

enty-five years. Poor Molly tried to make me go, but she gave i

aid Mrs. Allen, smiling; "I should not have asked Tom to

d, and did not reply to the

ard such smooth talk in my life. Well it do make me feel good to be spoke to like I

prompted the lady to go to you; and many a fervent pr

the way home, "that man

u think th

closet; it is all over grease and flyspecks, but you know you told me Jesus