_THE ANGEL STAYS THE HAND._
When the boys came in, they told the widow that they wished to speak
with little sick Harry. They talked to Harry awhile, without noticing
what was going on in the other part of the room.
Presently Willie felt his arm pulled. Looking round, he saw Susie’s
tearful face. “Please don’t let mother give me and George away.”
Somehow all the children in school had the habit of coming to this
long-headed Willie for help, and to him Susie came.
That word of Susie’s awakened Willie. Up to that moment he had not
thought what Mr. Lampeer was there for. Now he saw Mrs. Martin holding
the pen with trembling hand, and making motions in the air preparatory
to writing her name. Most people not used to writing, write in the air
before they touch the paper. When Willie saw this, he flew across the
room and thrust his hand upon the place where the name ought to be,
saying,--
“Don’t do that, Mrs. Martin! Don’t give away your children!”
Poor woman! the pen dropped from her hand as the knife had dropped from
Abraham’s. She grasped Willie’s arm, saying,--
“How can I help it? Do tell me!”
But Lampeer had grasped the other arm, and broke out with--
“You rogue, what do you mean?”
Willie’s fine blue eyes turned quickly into Lampeer’s one muddy eye.
“Let go!” he said, very quietly but very determinedly, “don’t strike
me, or my father will take the law on you.”
Lampeer let go.
Just then the groceries came, and a minute later, Billy Horton’s wagon
drove up with the machine, and all the other boys, who came in and
shook hands with the poor but delighted mother and her children. I
cannot tell you any more about that scene. I only know that Lampeer
went out angry and muttering.