A little crippled figure, two big pathetic eyes,

      A face that looked unchildish, so wan it was and wise;

      I watched her as the homesick tears came chasing down each cheek.

      "I had to come," she whispered low, "I was so tired and weak.

      My spine, you know! I used to be so strong, and tall, and straight!

      I went to school and learned to read and write upon a slate,

      And add up figures – such a lot, and play with all my might,

      Until I hurt my back – since then I just ache day and night.

      'Tis most a year since I could stand, or walk around at all;

      All I am good for now, you see, is just to cry and crawl."

      Poor, pale-faced thing! there came to us the laughter gay and sweet

      Of little ones let out from school, the sound of flying feet.

      She listened for a moment, then turned her to the wall

      To hide the tears. "Oh, me!" she cried, "I'm tired of it all.

      I feel so hurt and useless, why can't I run about

      As others do?" "Some day, please God, you will," I said, but doubt

      Was in the eyes she turned on mine, and doubt was in her tone.

      "Perhaps," she faltered, then the pain grew harsh; the plaintive moan

      Smote sharply on my heart. I knew she had but lately come

      From mother's care and father's love, and all the joys of home.

      "I wished I'd lived on earth," she sobbed, "a long, long time ago,

      When Jesus came at eventide, because He loved folks so,

      And just by stretching out His hand made all the sick folks well.

      If it were now, oh, wouldn't I creep close to Him, and tell

      All that I wanted Him to do. I'd kneel down low and say:

      'It is my back, dear Jesus, please cure it right away.

      I'm tired of being weak and sick, I want to jump and run,

      And play at games, and laugh out loud, and have such heaps of fun!

      Be good to your poor crippled girl,' and He would touch me – so —

      And every atom of the pain and crookedness would go."

      I held her close, and kissed her, and soothed her off to rest,

      So frail she was, so homesick for the ones she loved the best!

      But yesterday I saw her, and would have passed her by

      Had I not caught the greeting smile, the glance so bright and shy.

      "Can this be you?" I questioned. She laughed, "O yes, I thought

      You'd hardly know me when you came, I've changed, oh, such a lot!

      For see how tall and straight I am! My back don't hurt at all,

      And I can stand and I can walk – I never have to crawl.

      I'll tell you, it's a secret, I raced with nurse last night.

      Just think of it! I raced and won," and then, in sheer delight,

      She laughed so loudly and so long the nurse looked in to say,

      "Is not this little girl of ours quite boisterous to-day?"

      "They are so good to me," she said, "I know I'll want to cry

      When I start off for home next week, and have to say good-bye.

      What if I hadn't come at all?" – the sweet blue eyes grew wet —

      "My back would ache and throb and hurt – I'd be a cripple yet.

      For folks as poor as my folks are, they haven't much to spare

      For nurse's bills, and doctor's bills, and all – but won't they stare

      When I go home, red-cheeked and straight, and fat as I can be?

      My daddy, he will never take his dear eyes off of me;

      My mamma, she will cry some tears, and bend her head and pray,

      While all the others kiss and hug; then I can hear her say:

      'Give me my girlie, she's been gone so many long months – five,'

      And hold me close – oh, I will be the gladdest thing alive!"

      'Twas a score of years since I'd heard the pipes,

      But the other night I heard them;

      There are sweet old memories in my heart,

      And the music woke and stirred them.

      In the armories, at the big parade

      The highland regiment was giving,

      A half-dozen pipers piping away —

      Ah! 'twas music, as sure as your living.

      Donald's lowland, he shook his head at me,

      And glowered with every feature,

      And a pretty young lassie just behind

      Said: "Oh, what a funny old creature!"

      But the skirl o' the pipes got in my ears,

      In my eyes, and made them misty;

      I laughed and I cried, and Donald said low:

      "Dinna act so daft, noo, Christy!"

      "Do ye no see the elder sitting there?

      Dinna act sae daft, my wooman.

      Can ye no hear the airs o' auld lang syne

      Wi'oot fashin' yersel' sae, wooman?"

      But the skirl o' the pipes got in my heart,

      It got in my throat and choked me,

      It got in my feet, and tapped my toes,

      And my shame-faced Donald poked me.

      "But isn't it grand? O, isn't it grand?"

      "Ay, a fine auld player is Mylands,

      But the pipes' wild sound disna stir my bluid" —

      He was not born in the highlands.

      Do you know what I saw as I sat there?

      I saw the hills and the heather,

      The green, and the lads and the lassies there

      All dancing the reels together.

      I saw our glen, half hid, and the rocks

      Standing guard like grim old watchmen.

      Oh, the land