Wisconsin herald, and Grant County advertiser. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1844-1845, 1845-04-05

Su"'o, Us tue last uuDTokcn nnH tnat
bound her 10 endurance. lie set his
fathers hope and trust on the laail ba-
by; watched her every look upon il as
she held it in her arms; and cried a
thousand times: She loves il! God be
thanked, she loves it,
He saw the woman tend her in the
night return to her when her grudginu
husband was asleep and all was still;
encourage her, shed tears with her, set
nourishment before her. He saw the
day come, and the night come again;
the day the night; time go by; the
house of death relieved of death; the
room LETT to herself and TO the child;
he heard it moan and cry; he saw it
harrass her, aad tire her out. and when
she slumbcred in exaustion, drag her
back to consciousness, and hold her
with its little hands upon the rack
but she was constant to it, patient with
it. Patient! Was its loving mother in
her Utmost heart and soul, and had its
Being kaitted up with hers as when
she carried it unborn.
All the time she was in want, Ian
gushing away in dire and pining want.
With the baby in her arms she wan
dcred here and there, in quest of occu,
patton; and witt, its thin face in her
lap, and looking up in hers, did any
WORK for any wretched sum; day and
night OF labor for as many larthings as
there were hgurs on the dial. If she
had neglected it; if she had looked up
on it with moments hlte; il, in the
frenzy Of moment, she had struck it!
No. His comfort was, she loved it
always.
She told no one Of her extremity,
and wandered abroad in the day lest
she should be questioned by her only
friend: for any help she received from
her hands occasioncd fresh disputes be-
tween the good womaa and her hus-
band: it was new bitterness to be the
daily cause Of strife and discord where
she owed so much.
She loved it still. She loved it more
and more But change fell on the as.
pect Of her love, one night.
She was singing family to il in her
sleep, and walking TO and fro to hush il,
when her door was softly opened, and
a man looked in.
:For the last timc,' he said.
William Fern!'
'For the last time
He listened like man pursued: and
SPOKEN in whispers.
Margaret, my race is nearly rum
| couldn't finish it without parting
word with you. With one grateful
word
What have you done?' she asked:
regarding him with terror.
He looked at her, but gave no ans
wer.
After short silence, he made n
gesture with his hands, as if he set her
question by; as If he brushed it aside;
and said,
'Il's long ago, Margaret, now; but
that night is as fresh in my memory as
ever twas. We little thought, then
he added, looking round, shat we
should ever meet like this. Your child,
Margaret, let me have it in my arms.
Let me hold your child
He put his hat upon the floor, and
took it, and he trem 5lcd as he TOOK it,
from head to foot.
rs it girll'
yes.
lie put his hand before its little face.
See how weak Pm grown, Margar-
ct, when ! want the courage to look at
IL Let it be a moment. | won't hurt
her. Its long ago, but--whars her
namel
Margaret she answered, quickly.
Pm glad of that he said. PPM
glad Of that.
lie seemed TO breathe more freely;
and after pausing for an instant, took
away his hand, ard looked upon the
infants face. But covered it again i'm
mcdiatcly.
Margaret" he said; and gave her
back the child. les Liliann
sLiIian'sn
q held the same face in my arms
when .iian's mother died and left her,
when Lilian's mother died and left
her, she repeated wildly.
How shrill you speak, Why do you
fix your gaze upon me so, MargarctP
She sunk down in char, and press