Katie Brightside, and how she made the best of everything


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Katie Brightside, and how she made the best of everything
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96 p. : ill. (some col.) ; 23 cm.
Lamb, Ruth b. 1829 ( Author, Primary )
Knight ( Printer )
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Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Love -- Religious aspects -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Brothers and sisters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Selfishness -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Business failures -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Charity -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Baldwin -- 1882
novel   ( marcgt )
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England -- London


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by Ruth Lamb, author of "Thoughtful Joe," "Ben's lady," etc.
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Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).

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University of Florida
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.I wo sisters, Mabel and
Katie, and two little
:^ i brothers, Maurice and
S'. Harry, are standing
S. 'i waiting for their mother
S in the empty hall of a
S"'' large house. It seems
-1. very still and silent
S----- now, but there was
"c,/ ".*_^k noise enough a while
-- ago. For days past
there have been large vans at the door, into
which all the best things have been packed
to be taken away.

8 Katie Brightside.
This morning, the last van was filled
with all the plainest and simplest things,
just enough for quite a little house, and
these are the only ones the children expect
to see again. There is a good deal of straw
on the gravel outside, and the smooth lawn in
front has been trampled on with very heavy
feet, and does not look so trim as usual.
All the rooms are empty and bare, and
there are only some boxes and parcels near
the hall door, ready to be packed on the
top of the coach when it comes to take
Mrs. Reade and her children to the rail-
way station.
This fine house has been the home of the
children ever since they were born, and
they have had everything to make them
happy that loving parents could give.
But trouble goes into great houses as well
as into little ones, and it has been paying
a visit to this. Mr. Reade, the father of
these children, was very rich only a few
months ago. Now he is poor. He lost a
great deal of money through the deceit of
one who called himself a friend, and now
he has very little left.

A Peep at the Family. 9
But Mr. Reade has not done wrong.
"Though I have lost so much, no one else
must lose by me," he said. So he paid all
he owed, though to do this he must sell his
fine house and furniture, and send his
servants away. He only kept enough to /
fill a little cottage for his wife and children,
and these were the things that went in the
last van from the hall door in the early
Mr. Reade is not with his wife and
children. He has sailed to a country far
away across the sea, and it may be years
before he can come back. It is for the
sake of wife and children that he has gone
to a place found for him by a true friend,
and where he hopes to make more money
than he could by staying at home, and to
care still better for them when they are all
together once more.
It was very hard to part, but Mr. Reade
tried to cheer them all, and said, I shall
not go alone, for God is with me, and we
will trust His love to take care both of
you and me. And I thank God that,
while I have lost so much, I owe no man

10 Katie Brightside.
anything, and there is still a little left for
you. It is the blessing of the Lord that
maketh rich, and, having it, who can call
us poor?"
To the children Mr. Reade said, "You
must all help mamma to make the best of
everything. Look at the bright side, and
I will work hard so that we may meet
again the sooner."
And now, while the children wait, their
mother is going through the empty rooms.
Katie had said, "Shall I go too?" But
Mrs. Reade shook her head, and answered,
" No, dear, I must go alone. I want to see
every place in the old house once again
before we leave."
Thei mother does not wish to make her
children sorry; but when she goes into the
room where each has lain in the little cot
near her bed when they were helpless
babies, and sees the mark on the wall that
shows where their father's picture used to
hang, the tears fall fast.
She has to hurry on, and then, before
she turns into the hall again, she stays to
wipe them all away. She tries to go to the

A Peep at the Family. 11
children with a smile on her face, so that
she may not make them sad; for loving
mothers cannot bear their little ones to be
troubled if they can help it. They would
rather bear more pain themselves.
When Mrs. Reade saw her girls and boys
standing there well and strong, she thought
of her husband's words, and said to herself,
" Instead of crying about what is lost, and
for the home we must leave, I ought to
look at the bright side, and thank God that
I have my dear children, and that they are
not likely to want for daily bread."



OUR children turn as they hear their
mother's step, and four pairs of youth-
ful feet run eagerly to meet her.
Mabel is more than twelve years old : tall,
handsome, and strong; but somehow her
face has such a proud, cross look that you
will not care to see it for long together.
She thinks about herself, and is angry at
the thought of being without servants to
wait on her and a fine house to live in.
Then she is vexed at the little boys and
Katie for having large bunches of flowers
in their hands, and that her sister will
take two pots with plants in them, because
mamma liked to have their sweet blossoms

Love Shown in Care for Others. 13
on the table near her when she was sitting
at work.
"Where is the use of taking those ?" she
says. "The flowers will die on the way,
and there are plenty of little things to
carry without them. We shall be loaded
all the time, and I shall have to help with
the things I do not want, or care to keep
for myself."
They are for mamma, Mabel," pleads
Katie. "We will not trouble you, for
Maurice can carry one and I the other.
If we are going to live in a little house
instead of a great one, there is no reason
why it should not be made as bright and
as much like our dear old home as possible.
I shall try what I can do, and you must
help, for mamma will want us to show that
we know how to use our heads and hands
in many ways, both for ourselves and
But Mabel gives her head an angry toss,
and says that she has not been used to
work, and she wishes she could forget
everything, and then perhaps she should
not feel the change so much. It is very

14 Katie Brightside.
well for Katie, who does not seem to care
a bit for what has happened.
Not care? Look at Katie's face. She
is just eleven years old, and not so tall and
strong even for her age as Mabel. Neither
is her face half so pretty; but when you
have once seen it you like to look again.
It is good and kind, and as she turns
those loving honest eyes to her mother,
and you see by the trembling lip how
bravely she is fighting against her own
sorrow, which would break into tears if
she did not try to keep them back, you
can tell in a moment whether Katie cares
or not.
It is because she cares so much that she
answers with a smile, that poor attempt at
one that just flits over her mother's face,
then dies away, chased by a tear that will
not be kept back. Katie knows that just
now no words of hers can comfort mother.
She has one hand free, for Maurice has
taken half her load to carry, quite proud
that he can help in something.
And Mrs. Reade feels the loving pressure
of that willing hand in hers, and sees the

Love Shoown in Care for Others. 15


sweet look which tells how her child's
heart is full of love for her. And though
the tears do not quite stop, she is able to
smile through them, and, in her heart, to

16 Katie Brightside.
repeat her thanks to God for all that He
has spared her.
There is a sound of wheels, and they
know what it means. It is the coach
coming to take them away. Mabel takes
up her own cloak and steps out at the
door, resolved not to look back. Katie
would load herself with all the little
things if she could, but sturdy eight-year-
old Maurice is almost ready to fight for
more than his share, as he follows his sister
quite laden too.
Even Harry, who is only four, will take
something to the coach door, and trots
after Katie, clinging to her frock, because
she has no free hand to give him.
It is plain for every one to see how
mamma and the little boys find comfort
from Katie's bright, cheering words, her
loving touch and willing hands. They like
better to see her kind face than Mabel's
pretty one, and they keep near her, whilst
the tall sister walks first and alone, caring
and thinking only of self.
They all bid "good-bye" to the one
servant left to take care of the house, and

Love Shown in Care for Others. 17
to the man who lives in the Lodge near
the gate, and who has been helping to put
the boxes on the coach. As they pass
the cottages on the road there are many
mothers with children by their side and in
their arms who are waiting at the doors
to get another look at Mrs. Reade, who
has always been their friend and helper.
Even as the coach rolls on, those in it
can hear the "good-byes and May God
bless them !" which the women exclaimed
as they pass. All but Mabel. She has
always been too full of self to care for
making others happy, so she throws her
head far back in the coach and will not
see or hear. All the rest wave their hands
and handkerchiefs until they can no longer
see each other.
While Mabel wonders that her mamma
can care for parting with poor people who
have no fine clothes or fine houses, whose
faces are brown with the sun, and whose
hands are rough with toil, Katie thinks
how sweet it is to be loved as her mother
is: not because she is rich, but because she
is good and kind. Mrs. Reade has always

18 Katie Brigh side.
had a loving word for these poor mothers,
and now they seem as though they loved
her more than ever, though her power to
help them is gone.
Katie slips her hand into mamma's once
again, and gives it a little squeeze. Then
she says, We shall be sure to find some-
body that you can comfort still. There are
lots of things to be done though we have
not much money."
In her heart Katie thought, "Love is
better than money, and the 'love of God'
is best of all."

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SRS. READE and her children did not
go straight to their new house.
They stayed a night on the way, so
that the van-load of furniture might get
there and be unpacked and put in the
proper places before they reached South
Holme, the little town near which they
were going to live.
Mr. Reade chose the cottage for them
before he went away. It was a little way
out of South Holme, and rather above the
town, which lay in a pretty valley. You
could look down on the greater part of the
houses from its windows.

20 Katie Brightside.
It stood in a field; and when Mrs.
Reade and her children came from the
railway station they had to turn off the
road and pass by a great white gate into
this field, through which there was a broad
way up to the house.
They all walked from the station, as it
was not very far, and the children were
glad to be out of the hot railway carriage.
So the little ones ran cheerfully on, picking
wild flowers, and Katie said, Oh mother,
it is quite a pretty place, and will be large
enough for us !
Yes, dear; papa was anxious that,
however small our home might be, you chil-
dren should have sweet, pure air to breathe,
and a pleasant country to look upon."
"And there are roses outside, all in
bloom! cried Katie, "and a dear little
garden round the house!"
Yes, I told you how foolish it was to
trouble with those flowers," said Mabel, in
her proud way, but you would not mind
"They were for mamma, and they have
not troubled you," said Katie, looking sorry.

Joy from a Thankful Heart. 21
"I took care of that," said Mabel; "and
now, I suppose, they will just be thrown
"No, no! I shall like to see them as
long as they will last, and I hope the
plants will live for many a day. I can
never look at them without thinking that
my dear Katie thought no trouble too
great if she could only please her mother,"
replied Mrs. Reade.
These words filled Katie's heart with joy,
and made her more wishful still to keep the
bright side outwards, and make the best of
The things had been placed in the house
by a cottager's wife; and her daughter,
Mary Ann, a rough girl, who had never
before touched such nice chairs and tables
as those which the van brought, was to be
the only servant.
They all had dined early, and it was only
four o'clock when they got to the new house.
Mabel went off into the garden and fields to
look about her. Maurice took Harry, who
was everybody's pet, into the lane close by,
and made him very happy by playing little

22 Katie Brightside.
games and picking wild flowers for him.
The boys wanted Katie, but she said,
"I must stay and help mamma; for
so many things must be moved and
placed before the cottage looks at all like
Mabel had seen this, and said the cottage
"looked horrid, and like a poor person's
house." But she had not tried to make it
better. We are poor people now; but
that is no reason why we should not have
everything neat and pretty," said Katie,
"and we have all the worst side out just
now. Wait till you see the other! "
So, while Mabel went off to walk, Katie
coaxed mamma to lie down and rest her
tired, aching head. Then she took off her
own hat, got Mary Ann and her mother to
give up staring at all the lesser articles,
which they were just taking out of the
hampers, and to work in earnest along
with her.
Katie tried to think of all that would
make the little rooms look like the large
ones they had left, and she worked so well
that, when mamma woke up, she smiled

Joy from a Thankful Heart. 23
and said, "Dear child, you have done
wonders. To see the change is almost like
a fairy tale, and you might have had fairy
* help if there could be such a thing "
The tea-table was spread, the cloth was
white and shining; strawberries, found by
Katie in the garden, were peeping amongst
green leaves on a glass dish. There were
thick cream, sweet butter and bread, and a
jug of new milk for the children.
S" All so cheap here, mamma," said Katie,
and we can get them at the farm-house
in the land below. As to fairies, these are
mine," and .she pointed to Mary Ann,
whose red, freckled face, carrot-coloured
hair, and turned-up nose were not at all
like what children picture fairies to be.
But her hands were strong, though rough
and red, and there had been her mother's
as well to work with Katie.
So, while Mabel had marched about
pulling roses, eating strawberries by her-
self in the garden, and grumbling at
everything, Katie's sweet voice might have
been heard singing as she went about the

Joy from a Thankful Heart. 23
and said, "Dear child, you have done
wonders. To see the change is almost like
a fairy tale, and you might have had fairy
help if there could be such a thing "
The tea-table was spread, the cloth was
white and shining; strawberries, found by
Katie in the garden, were peeping amongst
green leaves on a glass dish. There were
thick cream, sweet butter and bread, and a
jug of new milk for the children.
"All so cheap here, mamma," said Katie,
"and we can get them at the farm-house
in the land below. As to fairies, these are
mine," and .she pointed to Mary Ann,
whose red, freckled face, carrot-coloured
hair, and turned-up nose were not at all
like what children picture fairies to be.
But her hands were strong, though rough
and red, and there had been her mother's
as well to work with Katie.
So, while Mabel had marched about
pulling roses, eating strawberries by her-
self in the garden, and grumbling at
everything, Katie's sweet voice might have
been heard singing as she went about the



Joy from a Thankful Heart. 25

"Tis not always noontide,
Yet the day has light,
Now it may be clouded,
Soon it will be bright.
Though we have not sunshine,
Shall we shut our eyes?
Need we dwell in darkness
If a cloud arise?
Let us take the portion
God is pleased to send,
And with hearts and voices
Praise our Heavenly Friend.

Which heart had most joy in it, think
you? The one that was full of hope and
praise, or the one that had room for
nothing but murmurs and discontent ?



UT in a short time Mrs. Reade and
her children, except Mabel, began
to feel very happy and settled at
South Holme. They had good news from
papa, which made them still more glad,
only Mabel's face kept its proud and
unthankful look.
"I can't bear this place," she said; "it
is nothing like the old home, and the rooms
are small and low."
But they are clean, and everything
keeps white so long in this pure air. The
very roses push into my face as if they were
telling me to notice how sweet they are,

Peace from a Quiet Conscience. 27
when I put my head out of the window,"
said Katie.
There is nobody to visit, and nothing
to see."
"Mamma has found people to visit,"
replied Katie, who had, like her mother,
made friends -with the people in the
thatched cottages round about the farms.
The little children had begun to smile
when they saw the "New Lady," as they
called Mrs. Reade. Katie and the boys
would smile back and say kind words, but
Mabel would lift her tall head as high as
she could, and pretend not to see them.
The cottage mothers taught their chil-
dren to make bows and little bobbing
curtseys when they saw Mrs. Reade, and
said to one another that the "Ma" was
quite a lady, and so was the little Miss,
bless her! But the other one was as
proud as she could walk, and held her
head so high that she couldn't see poor
folks at all. It wasn't fine clothes or fine
looks that made ladies, it was manners.
Yes, Mrs. Reade's dress was just as
simple as it could be, and her children's

28 Katie Brightside.
clothes--always neat, clean and good-
were such as suited their cottage home
and small means. But the gentle voice,
the pleasant word, the kind smile which
came from .the mother and Katie, showed
that they had learned manners from the
very best of Teachers,-that One who said,
"By this shall all men know that ye are
My disciples, if ye have love one to
"There is nothing to see," said Mabel,
"in this dull place."
And yet the same fair fields were spread
before her as before Katie. The same
sun shone overhead in the clear blue sky;
the lovely river made a silver streak as it
flowed on towards the sea, of which one
could catch a glimpse in the distance.
And while Mabel could see nothing that
was worth looking at, Katie was helping
Mary Ann with the house work, to serve
her mother, and singing as she went about
from room to room:
We thank Thee, Lord, for this fair earth,
The glittering sky, the silver sea;
For all their beauty, all their worth,
Their light and glory come from Thee.


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80 Katie Brightside.
"There is nothing to do," said Mabel,
"at least, nothing I care to do;" and
when she was told by her mother that
there was work enough, and it was put
into her hand, she did but little, and that
little badly.
There is nobody to do anything for me
now," said Mabel. It is so hard when I
have been used to have a maid to look after
my clothes, and to sew nearly all of them.
I get so tired running about fetching things
for myself."
Yet Mabel saw mamma busy teaching
the little ones, and giving lessons to herself
and Katie. The rapid fingers seemed to
fly as she used her needle, and she found
time to think and care for all. But Mabel
did not ask herself, "Does mother find it
hard ?" She had no room in her cold
heart for anything but love for self, and
wish for idle ease, whatever it might cost
to others.
It was not that Mabel did nothing at all.
Her mother could not allow her to live
without doing some work. But she never
set about it without being told, or did more

Peace from a Quiet Conscience. 31
than she could help. No one heard Mabel
sing sweet hymns as she moved about, or
tell little stories to please her young
brothers as she made them ready for bed.
So Maurice would whisper, Katie, can-
not you come with us instead of Mabel ?"
and Harry would lift his rosy mouth to
coax her with a kiss. And there would
be a clatter of tongues as they begged for
a story, and sometimes a merry laugh
would ring out in the little chamber
Or there would be a hush as Katie told
them of David or of little Samuel; and
then the little brothers and the loving
sister would kneel and ask for God's
blessing on all at home and the dear father
who was far away. I think Mabel's heart
would have been touched if she had heard
Harry one night beg that Jesus would
help ker to be kind to them and to love
Then Katie would come down smiling,
and smoothing the collar which the little
fat arms had rumpled with hugging her
so closely. And mamma would say, "Dear

32 Katie Brightside.
Katie, come and rest. You have been at
work all the day. What should I do with-
out my cheerful, patient helper ?"
Katie may be tired, but she lies down at
night with glad thoughts in her mind, and
the peace which no one can take from her,
for conscience whispers that she has "done
what she could."

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OME one is moving softly in the pretty
room which Katie shares with her
sister, though it is quite early in the
morning. It is not Mabel, for she does not
like to rise until breakfast is ready, if she
can help it. But her mother has spoken
to her about lying so late in the morning
and letting others do what should fall to
her lot, and has told Katie to wake her in
good time.
Katie knows it is right to obey her
mother, right that Mabel should help in
the little home. But she is always willing
to put self last. So she moves softly, that

34 Katie Brightyide. ,
the sleeping boys may not be routed too
soon, or her mother disturbed, or even that
Mabel may be waked until the time she
has been bidden to call her. She gets
washed and neatly dressed, then kneels
to ask for strength and love and patience
for the day which is before her.
She wants all these, and she knows
there is only One who can and will supply
all her need. Often Mabel gives her angry
words, and it is hard to keep from saying
sharp ones back again. She has to pray
that she may be able to bear her sister's
unkind ways, and give her only the soft
answer which turns away wrath.
She feels half afraid to rouse her from
her sleep, and she calls in a gentle voice,
then touches her with a kind hand.
" Mabel dear, will you get up now? It
is time, and mamma said I was to call
Mabel gives a yawn, a sleepy answer,
then shakes off Katie's hand and says, I
wish you would let me alone. I am tired
yet, and want more sleep."
"But think of mamma, dear. She must

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36 Katie Brighiside.
be far more tired, for she does so much,
and is always thinking and caring for us
all. For her sake, Mabel, and to make her
glad, do get up, and show that you can
love and care for her in return."
But now Mabel is quite awake, and she
is only more vexed at being roused. She
pushes Katie roughly away, and will not
give her a good-morning or a sister's kiss;
but tells her that she thinks herself so good,
and wants to order one who is older than
she is, and knows what she ought to do.
Poor Katie She has hard work not to
answer Mabel with sharp words. She
keeps quite still a moment; and while her
sister's ear can catch no sound, she lifts
her heart in prayer, and says Lord, help
me to be patient." Then she answers
Mabel gently, "No, I do not think I am
good, and I know I can do very little at
the best. But Mabel dear, I love mamma,
and I want to help her all I can."
"As if nobody loved her but you," says
Katie can smile at this, and she answers,
"I do not know who could help loving her

Longs'uffering and Gentleness. 37
and wanting to be like her; and, leaving
Mabel, she goes softly downstairs where
Mary Ann is already at work.
0 Mary Ann is always glad to see Katie's
face. She knows her coming means the
bringing of two busy hands. So while the
rough country girl does the fireside and
kitchen work, Katie makes the little break-
fast-parlour look bright and free from dust,
and lays the table neatly for the meal.
Does she think this is enough ? No, she
has something on her mind which she has
been thinking of since she has had a talk
with her mamma about a little text she
Learned some days ago. It told that we
should be always abounding in the work
of the Lord," and Katie did not quite know
what it meant.
Katie," said her mamma, "if you and
I sat down to a table, and those who had
asked us put only just enough food on it
S to keep us from starving, you would not
say that it abounded with good things,
would you ?"
Oh, no," she said; I should think the
people very shabby if they had plenty and

38 Katie Brightside.
yet acted so. It would not show much
"Neither would it show much to Jesus
if we did only as little as we could when
we pretend to love Him and work for Him.
To abound, we must use every chance of
doing what we know will please our God-
what He has told and Jesus has shown us
how to do."
These words stirred Katie's heart to think
from time to time, What more can I do
for Jesus? Am I doing all I can ?"
Most girls would be well pleased with
themselves if they worked hard with busy
hands, and helped to make things clean
and bright. But Katie found time to talk
lovingly with her brothers and also with
poor Mary Ann, who could not read for
herself about the dear Saviour who loved
us and gave Himself for us.
And though Mary Ann had gone to
church and heard the preacher often, she
had seemed to think all this was meant for
grown-up people, not for her. It had not
come into her mind that one so young as
she is need give herself any trouble about

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40 Katie Brightside.
the world to come. She knows that there
are many stones in the churchyard with
the names of little children on them, and
that under one grassy mound her baby
brother rests.
But still she always thinks of death as
something far away, and will not think of
it at all if she can help it, lest it should
make her sad.
But when Mary Ann heard Katie sing
sweet hymns about the "Happy Land,"
and the home "Over There," and saw her
face so glad and bright as she talked about
Jesus, the poor girl thought, Miss Katie
is younger than I am, but she never looks
sad or seems afraid to hear anyone speak
of death."
So she said, "Miss Katie, I always
thought it made people dull to talk about
these things. What is it makes you so
happy ?"
"Oh," said Katie, "I am glad because I
know God loves me, for He gave his dear
Son to die for me. And Jesus loves me,
for He was willing to die that I might live.
And when I think of this I cannot help

L/ ,,.,., r,'.: and Gentleness. 41
being glad, and trying to love God more.
Jesus did more than die; He showed us
how we ought to live, and I want to be
like Him."
"I often wonder how you can be so
patient with Miss Mabel when she is cross,
and do more than your share of work.
You never grumble when you are tired,
and the very sight of you makes me want
to do more and better. How is it ? "
"I could not do it by myself, but I ask
God to help me, and I am so glad to think
I never ask in vain."
It would take a long time to tell all the
talks that Katie had with Mary Ann, and
how the rough girl learned from her young
teacher, and became almost as bright as
Katie herself. Mary Ann grew gentler in
her ways, and did her work better, and
everyone said how much she had changed
since she went to live with the "New
They did not know how it was, or that
Katie took a short time each day, not only
to teach by talking as she worked, but by
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42 Katie Brightside.
lessons, so that soon she learned to read her
Bible too. How glad the girl was when
she took home a new Bible given to her by
Mrs. Reade, and read from it to her father
and mother.
Mary Ann taught her young sisters the
hymns and texts Katie had first taught
her. And so the good seed sown by a
child's loving hand was blessed by God,
and brought forth much fruit in another



-,TELCOME letters had come from
Iy papa, and in one he said: "All is
going well here, and in time I
hope to come and fetch you and the dear
children to this country, to part, I trust,
-no more while we live. I am thinking of
you all every hour, and I try to picture
you in your little home, the children
helping you and making it a bright one,
even though they are without so many
things they used to have. Katie was
always ready to make the best use she
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44 Katie Brightside.
deserve the old pet name of Katie Bright-
side ?
"And has Mabel learned to be content,
and to be even a better helper still, because
she is older and stronger? I do so long
to hear good news of this our dear eldest
There was a great deal more in the
letter, and Mabel felt sorry when she read
it to think she had done so little for her
mother. She resolved she would begin,
and said to herself, I will begin to-morrow
morning and do more work; I will speak
kindly to Katie, and not be cross to Mary
It would have been better to say, "I will
begin just now," for "now" is all we are
quite sure of; and then to pray for help to
do the things which she felt were right, but
which she had so often failed in doing.
Next morning the bed pulled quite as
hard as ever, and instead of getting up at
once, Mabel thought she would just take a
few more minutes. She only meant Katie
to get out of the room, and she would be
very quick down and surprise her. Instead

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46 Katie Brightside.
of that she fell asleep again, and long after
was waked by Mary Ann's voice, which
said, Miss Mabel, breakfast is ready, and
your mamma is down. You said you
would be in time."
For once Mabel was sorry and did not
answer crossly. She only said, I meant
to get up sooner, only I went to sleep
"It's best to jump straight out, Miss
Mabel, when you're called," said Mary
Ann. "I used to be like you, and go to
sleep again; but I made up my mind I
wouldn't be beat ; and since I have really
wanted to do my work better, and have
learned to pray, nobody needs to call me
out of bed. I thought to myself, 'Why
can't I wake as well as the missis who
rings that bell in my rooni to rouse me
"It's a shame two folks should wake
to get one girl up, and Miss Katie often
had to come to me after the bell had rung.
But it isn't so now. And if you would
make up your mind,. Miss Mabel--"
"I did yesterday, Mary Ann," said

Goodness. 47
Mabel, "and yet I went to sleep again,
and am later than usual."
"I was going to say, 'and pray too;'
only you spoke before I'd done. May be
you only made up your mind, and didn't
think to pray. I must go now, for if I
stop to talk, my work will stop too."
Away went Mary Ann, and in a little
while Mabel was in the quiet parlour at
her breakfast. All the rest had quite
finished, and for once she felt ashamed,
and in a gentler voice than usual said, I
am sorry to be late; I meant to be in time,
mamma. I will try again."
It was something gained for Mabel to
own that she was wrong, and not to
grumble because most of the food on the
table was nearly cold.
To feel that you have been to blame,
dear Mabel," said her mamma, "should be
the first step towards a change for the
better. Surely you will not be content to
go on doing wrong when you know so well
what is right! That would only make the
sin greater, and the longer you put off
doing what is right the harder it will be."

48 Katie Brightside.
Mabel's tears came at mamma's kind
words and sad face. "Oh, mamma," she
said, I never used to grieve you so much
when we were at our dear old home. I
think, if we were there again, I could be
good-tempered, and not trouble you as I
do. It was easy to be good there."
But, dear child, if we want to be like
Jesus we must be content to do what is
right in the place where it is God's will
we should be. Remember, Jesus 'pleased
not Himself.' His joy was in doing the
will of Him that sent Him, and in finishing
the work that was given Him to do. Do
you remember that verse in the hymn that
you and Katie learned years ago ?
"The trivial round, the common task,
Will furnish all we ought to ask,
Room to deny ourselves; a road
To bring us daily nearer God."
Yes, Mabel remembered it; but it had
never before spoken to her as it seemed to
do now. "Dear mamma," she said, "how
is it that I make up my mind so often,
and think I will do so much and so well,
and I end by doing nothing and pleasing
nobody ? "

Goodness. 49
I think it is because you have trusted
in your own strength. To resolve in your
own heart is not -enough; for the wise
king Solomon wrote these words, 'He that
trusteth in his own heart is a fool.' We
must pray for help from God."
"Everybody says the same thing,"
thought Mabel. Mamma is good, Katie
is far. better than I am, and even poor
Mary Ann, who used to be so rough and
clumsy, gets nicer every day. Even she
says it is all through praying as well as
making up her mind."
After breakfast Mabel stole upstairs for
a few minutes, and on her knees asked for
help not only to resolve, but really to do
what she knew to be right.




"ATIE's bright happy face looks brighter
K still to-day. Mabel has been kinder,
done more to help in the house, and
seems happier herself. It is above a year
since they came to South Holme, and the
summer has been hot. The yellow corn is
waving in the fields, and in a few places it
has been cut and is standing in graceful
bending sheaves.
There is an errand to be done, and
mamma would like Mabel to say, "Let
me go, mamma! It is true she has been
more busy than usual; but Mrs. Reade
knows that Katie's feet have hardly rested

Not W yry in WWe l !. .,' 51
all the day, and that she must be tired. It
is very hot, and scarcely any cool air comes
through the open window, as Mabel throws
herself down on the easiest chair.
When we have been thinking of our own
comfort, and for a long time caring most
for self, it is not easy to learn new lessons,
and to be unselfish all at once. Mabel
thinks she has done a great deal to-day,
and I fear she is more proud than thankful
as she looks back upon it.
"I want this little parcel taken to Mrs.
Ellis, who lives in that thatched cottage in
Moor Lane. She is very poor, and has
scarcely any clothes for her baby a few
weeks old. I have made these from some
old ones that Harry used to wear."
"Why, that is nearly a mile away,"
said Mabel. "It is so hot, I am sure I
cannot go so far. Beside, I don't like
those low places. If the woman is ill, the
cottage is sure to be dirty. Let Mary
Ann go."
"No, mamma, let me," said Katie, start-
ing up from her seat; Mary Ann's work
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52 Katie Brightside.
poor mother look glad when you send
something for her child."
Katie did not wait, but ran upstairs and
put on her things.
The parcel was not heavy, and Mrs.
Reade gave Katie a sunshade, and told
her to go slowly, and not hurry back so
as to overheat herself. So off she went,
waving good-bye kisses to her little brothers,
who were playing in the field.
Before she reached the cottage she met
poor Dick, a half-witted lad, whom many
of the children used to tease. They would
run after him when there were several of
them together, and would call him names
until he was nearly wild with rage. But
when alone, no child dared to tease poor
Dick, for he was strong and could run fast,
and in his anger might have done harm.
When Katie was half way she saw Dick
coming towards her, and no one else was
near. But she had no need to fear. More
than once she had spoken to the village
lads, and told them how cruel it was to
tease him, who, by no fault of his own,
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54 Katie BrightUide.
child had even gone to Dick-much against
Mabel's will-and taken his brown hand in
hers, and led him gently from the teasing
crowd to his own mother's door.
His mother loved him, the poor helpless
lad, perhaps the more because he was so
helpless, and was mocked and made game
of by so many. And she said with tears,
"God bless you, little Miss, for being so
good to my poor Dick! Perhaps some
day even he may be of use to you. If not,
God will not forget your act of love to one
whom He has seen fit to afflict."
As Dick met Katie he held out his hand,
for the child often took him a little biscuit
or sweet cake. She knew so small a thing
would give him pleasure, and that small
gift she always had at hand, in case she
might meet the poor lad on the way.
So Katie never lost a chance of making
somebody glad, and now she put out both
her hands, that he might touch one, and
find in which the sweets were hid. He
gave a shout of joy, for he was right, and
then, kind Katie laughing, opened her
other hand and gave him more from that,

Not Weary in Well-doing. 55
so that poor Dick had double pleasure.
Then on again she went to do her loving
errand, forgetting that she was both hot
and tired.
"Mamma said I was not to hurry,"
thought Katie; ".so when I have told my
message and given the parcel, I will stay
and rest for awhile before I go back."




SPoon little place was that thatched
cottage. The walls were white-
washed, and there was a little gar-
den at the side and behind, and a plant or
two in the lattice window. But these were
drooping in the hot sun for want of water.
When Katie reached the door it was open,
but she knocked before going into the
A weak voice called, Come in," and
then she heard the cry of a baby. There
were only two rooms, both on the same
floor, and in one was Mrs. Ellis lying on
the bed. She looked glad to see Katie,

Living Water. 57
who gave her mother's message and the
parcel of clothes for the baby.
It is good of your mamma to send, and
you to come, on this hot day," she said.
"The clothes will be so useful. I am
quite pleased to see your face, for I have
been alone all day, except when, just at
dinner-time, a friend came in to see how
I was, and washed the baby and gave me
a cup of tea."
"All by yourself! Why did Mr. Ellis
leave you so long? Have you nobody to
do the house-work for you?"
"My husband is at harvest work, too far
from here to come back in the middle of
the day. The neighbours are very kind;
but there are. none near, and they have to
work in the fields, too. Everybody is busy
now. I tried to get up and mend the fire,
for I wanted to put the kettle on, but they
had all forgotten to fetch some water from
the spring. Poor baby has been cross, and
I felt so tired with nursing him I was
forced to lie down again."
"I must not think of rest yet," thought
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58 Katie Brightside.
out. Tell me where the spring is, and I
will fetch some water."
"Our spring near the door is dry. The
weather has been so hot, and we have had
no rain, so all our water has to be fetched
from the well at the bottom of the lane.
It is too far for you to go, missy, thank
you all the same."
It was a good way for tired feet; but
Katie said, "I know the well. It is that
one like a square stone basin half covered
over, and always clear and full."
Yes," said Mrs. Ellis, "it is a comfort
that in the hottest day that well is never
dry, but is always full, though no one can
see where the water comes in or where it
goes, though some of it must run away."
"I know it quite well. We have often
passed it in our walks with mamma. I
will go for water; but what must I fetch
it in?"
"There is a clean tin pail near the door,
but--" Katie did not wait to hear what
would come after "but."
She put some sticks and coal on the fire,
and then, taking the pail, she ran quickly

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down the lane, and filled it, rinsing it first,
to keep the water cool. She walked more
slowly back, because it was up-hill, and
she was quite panting for breath when she
reached the cottage.
She filled the kettle and put it on, then
asked where she could find the other things
to make the tea, as soon as the water
boiled. The woman gave a longing look
at the clear water, so Katie took a cup and
asked her if she would like a little.
"I shall be so glad if you will give me
a drink. I am so faint with thirst."
Only "a cup of cold water," but given
with willing hand and pleasant word and
smile, though the feet that bore it from the
well were very weary. The little minister
who does even this from love to Jesus will
not lose her reward.
Katie hears ihe poor dog that is fastened
to the kennel howl as if in pain. Do you
think he wants a drink ?" Katie asks. If
so, I'll give him some if he will not bite."
"You need not be afraid. Jock knows
his friends. He is made fast to keep him
from running after his master to the field."

Living Water. 61
So Katie gave the poor dog a drink; and
as she saw how wild he was to reach the
water, and how fast he lapped, she said,
" It is worth all the trouble of going to the
well, if only to comfort the poor dog by
filling his trough."
Going back into the house, she saw the
fading plants, and said, Shall I give the
flowers a drink ? I am sure they want it."
"Ah, missy, you think about everybody
and everything," said Mrs. Ellis.
Katie was not content until she had made
"a cup of tea and given it to Mrs. Ellis, with
"a bit of bread and sweet butter that she
found in the cupboard. And while the
mother drank the tea, Katie held the tiny
baby on her knee and hushed it to sleep.
When it was still, she said,
My mamma says the well is like God's
love. Always flowing out, and refreshing
all that come to draw; but always full, so
that no one need be afraid to come lest there
should not be enough. And like the little
well, no one ever comes to Him and is sent
empty away."
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62 Katie Brightside.
thought that will come into my mind when-
ever I go to the old well. And I must try
to go to that other spring for 'living water,'
as the Bible calls it, for I am afraid I do
not go there often enough."

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IVA-iTTLE Katie had seldom been either
More tired or happy than she felt as
she walked towards home. The glad
thought that during her stay at the cottage
the sad look had gone from the mother's
face, and that she had been able-to give
comfort, made the walk seem short even to
her weary feet. She passed along singing,
"The King of love my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never;
I nothing lack if I am His,
And He is mine for ever."
But all at once she heard a wild scream,
and, looking up, she saw a girl running at
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64 Katie Brightside.
was Mabel, and poor foolish Dick, on. whom
she had so often looked with scorn, and
scolded Katie for touching, was rushing
after her. He would soon overtake her;
but he stopped now and then to throw
stones after the fleeing girl.
They are in the field which Katie has to
cross, and she begins to run too, and calls
Dick's name, in the hope that he will hear
her voice and come back. But Mabel turns
out of the path, not heeding, in her terror,
where she goes. Down she falls, and Katie
can no longer see her sister.
She guesses that Mabel must have fallen
into a pit from which they have been always
told to keep away. It is deep, and wet at
the bottom, but Katie is not afraid that
Mabel will be drowned, unless she has
fallen face downwards in the mud. But
she cannot get out by herself, nor can poor
Katie help her. Beside, Dick is leaning
over the edge and laughing wildly, as if
he meant some further harm.
Katie runs till she reaches the spot, and
then drops, panting and faint with fear,
on the ground beside the pit. She sees

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66 Katie Brightside.
that Dick holds a huge stone, which he is
just going to throw down on Mabel.
"Oh, Dick! Dick!" gasps Katie, "how
can you be so cruel ?"
She cannot say another word, but bursts
into tears.
This stops the poor half-witted lad. He
puts down the stone and begins to whine
and cry, as if to show how sorry her tears
make him, and then he wants to wipe them
But how thankful Katie is to see some
men coming from the harvest field. She
calls to them for help, and after a time
they get poor Mabel out of the pit arid
carry her home. But she knows no one,
and cannot see or speak to Katie, who
walks pale and weeping by her side.
When they come near home, the thought-
ful child goes first, and tries to hide her
tears until she has seen and gently told her
mother what has passed. It is a sad story,
and Katie feels more grieved still when she
finds that Mabel was on the way to meet
her, because she had felt sorry to think of
her sister coming home alone. It has been

Brave in Time of Peril. 67
seldom of late that Mabel has shown thought
or care for her, and in doing it now, she
has had a sad shock.
Days pass, and the poor girl lies so ill
that they scarcely know if she will live.
To Katie, too, the fright on Mabel's account
has been no little trial, and she is far from
being well.
The doctor sees how pale her face is, and
he puts a kind hand on her shoulder, and
says he does not like to miss the roses and
the happy smile from her young face. She
must not do too much, he tells her, at
present, but try to keep a quiet mind, and
with the prayer of love and faith, to leave
her sister in the hands of God.
Katie thanks him for his kind words, and
says that she would try to be patient, and
to say from her heart, "Thy will be done."
She goes about the house with gentle step,
does all she can to help her mother, and to
make the dull sad time brighter for the
boys, who are too young to feel like her
about poor Mabel. Her clear sweet voice
might often be heard singing her favourite

68 Katie Brightside.

The King of love my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never;
I nothing lack if I am His,
And He is mine, for ever.
Where streams of living waters flow
My ransomed soul He leadeth,
And, where the verdant pastures grow,
With food celestial feedeth.
Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,
But yet in love He sought me,
And on His shoulder gently laid,
And home, rejoicing, brought me.
In death's dark vale I fear no ill
With Thee, dear Lord, beside me;
Thy rod and staff my comfort still,
Thy cross before to guide me.
Thou spread'st a table in my sight,
Thy unction grace bestoweth;
And 0 what transport of delight
From Thy pure chalice floweth!
And so through all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never;
Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise
Within Thy house for ever!

Dear Katie Brightside Well she earns
her name, by making the best even of this
time of trouble!

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oon Mabel at length sees and knows
her mother once again. The time
long hoped for had come at last.
But few could tell that this wan face is
that.which used to beam with health, and
that the poor head, from which the lovely
curls have all been cut to ease its n liin_.
is the same which M1;1;.-1 used to hold so
proudly, as if she could not bear to bend it.
Katie is so glad to hear her sister speak
her name that she can only kiss her cheek,
then steal away to shed the happy tears
she cannot hide. But the young can soon
regain their strength, and Mabel's comes
back quickly day by day.

70 Katie Brightside.
Still, she is never the same Mabel again,
but grows into one far dearer, and more
worthy of the love that all around her are
so ready to bestow. When she is strong
enough to speak without its doing her
harm, she clasps her thin arms round her
sister's neck and says,
Dear Katie, it is to your loving ways,
and acts of kindness to the poor and helpless,
that I owe my life. I always scorned poor
Dick, and never stayed to think that he
was not to blame, because he had so little
sense to know right from wrong. After
all, he had learned something which I had
never done, and that was, to be grateful
towards those who showed him kindness.
I used to think I knew so much, and now I
feel that I have all to learn, and you must
teach me, Katie, to live and love as you do."
Surely no moment ever was so sweet.in
Katie's life as when she listened to those
words. She could only say, "My darling
sister! dear, dear Mabel! we shall be so
happy, you and I, for we shall read and
learn and pray to God that we may always
work for Him together."


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72 Katie Brightside.
So Katie had to thank God for the fruit
of many prayers. He had helped her to be
meek and patient. Meekness had con-
quered pride, and evil had been overcome
with good.
Next Mabel heard how Mary Ann had
been so kind through all her illness, and
tried to do almost twice her work, to save
her mistress and Miss Katie; not for pay,
but out of love to those who had taught her
about Jesus. When Mabel called her to
her side, and put her thin white hand into
Mary Ann's and thanked her, the girl was
full of joy, and said,
I did my best whilst you were ill; but
it was mostly for the mistress and Miss
Katie then. But you are teaching me to
love you too, Miss Mabel, now you are
grown so gentle and you speak so kindly.
I shall be glad to work for your own sake,
as well as theirs."
It was very sweet to Mabel to feel that
she was winning back the love of those
around her, and she now prayed that, as
she grew in strength again, she might also
grow, like Jesus, in wisdom and in favour

Love's Harvest. 73
both with God and man." "I never
thought," she said to her mother, "that I
could be thankful for pain and sickness,
but I am now; for I am sure they have
been sent to teach me and to do me good."
Mrs. Reade smiled at these words, and
opening her Bible, she said, "You are not
the first who has learned this lesson, dear
Mabel." She pointed to a verse in the
Psalms, and there her daughter read, "It
is good for me that I have been afflicted,
that I might learn Thy statutes."
Mabel was very still for a little while,
and then she asked about poor Dick. I
am sorry for him, though he did give me
such a fright, and I nearly lost my life.
But should not something be done to keep
him from doing harm to others?"
"I was unwilling to name him, dear, for
fear of causing you trouble; but I am glad
to tell you something has been done. I
wrote to some old friends of mine, and
told them poor Dick's story. They have
found him a home in a place where such
as he are cared for very kindly, and taught
all that they can learn."

74 Katie Brightside.
"What a good ending to this sad
chapter I am so thankful that poor Dick
will be happy, and that no one else can
suffer by his wild ways as I have done;
though," added Mabel, I shall always feel
that if I had been kinder, he would not
have tried to do me harm."



HEN Mabel could walk again, she
went with Katie and her mother
to see Mrs. Ellis at the cottage.
The baby had grown round-faced and
plump, and Mrs. Ellis was going about her
.work as usual. How pleased she was to
see her visitors She thanked Mrs. Reade
for her gift of the clothes, and said,
"You sent me more than you knew,
ma'am, when you gave them to Miss Katie
to bring. She left me more than the
parcel, for she told me that sweet lesson
about the little well at the bottom of the
lane. And now I never go to draw water

76 Katie Brightside.
there without thinking of God's grace and
love, and asking Him to bless and help me
to do His will. It is all down-hill to the
well, you know, and sometimes it is only
when I have been very down-hearted that
I have gone to the fountain of God's love
to get refreshed. And it is hard work
pulling up-hill again with the heavy pails
to carry, just as it is hard, when one has
been going down the wrong way and loving
sin, to get into the right again. But there
are rest and joy and comfort when the hill
is climbed, and I am home again. So it
will be at last, ma'am, will it not ?"
Indeed, it will," said Mrs. Reade. "It
is sweet to think of that dear home and
never-ending rest. And now, if Katie wag
able to leave you a sweet thought, youf
have given us another which we shall not
They stayed a little while at the cottage,
and Mabel, though an awkward nurse, held
the smiling baby on her knee when Katie
placed it there, and gave' its dimpled cheek
a tender kiss.

Good-bye to Katie Brightside. 77

That winter at South Holme was the
happiest time Mrs. Reade and her children
had known since they left their old house.
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78 Katie Brightside.
soon it was hard for the mother to tell
which of her daughters was the greater
help and comfort.
It was pleasant to read the dear absent
father's letters, and Mabel's cheeks glowed
as she heard the loving messages to herself,
which told of his joy on her behalf, and
how he looked upon the change in her as
an answer to many prayers.
With the sweet early summer they might
hope for him again, and they must be
ready to go back with him. There he
hoped soon to give them such a pleasant
home that they would hardly be sorry for
the old one they had left two years before.
After this letter came, they almost.
counted days, and even Katie could hardly
help thinking the time long until word
should come to say that dear papa was in
England. Instead of a message by letter
Mr. Reade came himself. He reached-
Liverpool some days sooner than he had
hoped to do, and started for South Holme
without an hour's delay.
Mamma, looking from the cottage win-
dow, saw a figure at the gate leading into

Good-bye to Katie Brightside. 79
the field path. Then the children, who
were out of doors, ran to meet the stranger.
No stranger after all, but their own dear
father, who clasped them one by one in his
strong arms, then hurried on to find a
welcome, when he was half way to the
house, from their glad, thankful mother.
So the family chain was joined again,
without one broken link or anything to
spoil the happy meeting.
SA few weeks at South Holme together
in the pretty cottage, and a few short
visits to dear friends, and then came the
day when they said farewell to South
Home, and to those who had learned to
love them. All but Mary Ann, who is to
cross the seas with the mistress she delights
to serve.
Perhaps Mr. and Mrs. Reade, and their
children may never see South Holme again.
But the poor people there will not forget
them for many a year to come; though, of
the family, none will be spoken of by
them more lovingly than she whom they
had learned to call by her pet name of
Katie Brightside.

80 Katie Brightside.
And it was because of the true, kind
heart, the good temper, and the brave,
cheerful spirit which enabled her to try
and make the best of everything, and dc
all she could for the happiness of others.