The Angel Of The Hearth

" Come to me, darling; papa's cross o-night," said a young mother, as 6h xtendod her arma affectionately to a Ule girl of three years oíd, who had eft her toys and playthings to cHmb jpon lier íather's knee. The child hazartled a puzzled look at that dark, stern countenance, Bti( without a glance of reassurance, stolb softly lo bis side. Not a word was spoken, and the gloomy man sat sad and sullen, nis mind wholly absorbed with the busy world's excetements. - Although a husband and a falher, ho was evidently n no humor to part' pate in the pleasurea of a "home cirele." Tho ohild not at all discouraged by the forbiddÏDr look of her parent, crept gently upon his knee, and placing one tinv arm about his neck, the other glided affectionately over the oposito cheek, whilü her innocent lipa pressed gontly the troubled brow. In a subdued brcath she whiapered, "Nellie i loves papa so ranch," and sbe drew ber little soft hand caresairgly down either sido of that care-worn face until they met l;eneath tho heavily-bearded chiu. Observe the effect ; 'twas electrical ; the stern features relaxed, the Bullen gloom disappeared, and the whole tc-nance atsumed a lively, aannatsd oxpression. The scène was most touching. - Words fail to express the exquisite beauty of such a picture. As the traosfornied parent drew the little girl tohis bopom, and pietsed a kiss upon that innocent upturned face, the finer feeliugs of bis manly nature were in his voico as he said : " No, my child, papa cmild never be cross with a loving daughter to calm the heart the norld has tortured into despair."