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Show j on loving him, and soon the whole shop u was brought into half conscious follow- I ship with him. The workmen made curious little jar and cups, and painted diminutive pictures pict-ures upon their sides before they stuck them in the corners of the kiln at burning burn-ing time. One brought some fruit and another a few engravings in a rude scrapbook. Not one of them whispered J a word; this solemn thing was not to be ' talked about. They put the gifts in the old man's hat, where he found them; he i understood all about it. Little by little ' all the men, cf rather coarse fiber by nature, grew gentle and kind, and some dropped swearing as the weary look on their patient fellow worker's face told them beyond mistake that the inevita- ! ble shadow was drawing nearer. Every day some one did a piece of work for him and put it on the sanded bank to dry, so that he might come later and go earlier. So when the bell tolled and the littlo coffin came out of the lonely door, a hundred stalwart workingmen from the pottery, all in their clean clothes, stood just round the corner. Most of them had given a half day's time for the privilege of following to the grave that small burden of a child, though prob- , ably not one of them had ever seen him. i . , Millie Geistlo l'iU'ont.'touly. j Tho authors of "Blessed lie Drudgery ! and Other Papers" relate a touching lit- ' tie story of how sympathy and uffection sprang up m an unexpected place. A workman in a pottery factory had one small invalid child at home. He ; wrought at his trade with exemplary j fidelity, being always in the shop with ' tho opening of the day. Every night ho carried to the bedside of his "wee l:td,"oa he called him, a flower, a bit of lfblmn or a fragment of crimson glass, some- thing that would lie out on tho white ; counterpane and give color to the room. , He was a quiet, unsentimental man, : ond said nothing to anyone aliout his tffection for his boy. He simply went ! |