New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1851-01-18

the Spow-birds took to flight The little white
dsmsel. also fed backward, shaking her mead as
nto say" Pray do not touch meF-and roSalsn-
". as it appeared, leading him through the deep
est Of the snow Once the good m sn s1uIhoIeui
and doundered upon his face 80 that gathering
himself up again, with the snow sticking to his
rough pilot sack ne looked as white and wlntry
as snow-image Of the largest size. Some oil the
neigbbors. meanwhile seeing him from their WIN
dows wondered what could possess poor Mt.
Lindsey 10 be running about his garden 10 pursuit
Of a spow-drift which the west wind was driving
hitler and thither! At length, after q vast deal
of trouble, he chased the little stranger INTO
corner. where she could not possibly escape him.
His wife had been looking on, and, It being now
nearly twilight was wOnderstruck to observe
how the snow child cleaned and sparkied, and
how she seemed to shed a glow all round about
her and when driven into the corner, she posi-
lively elistened like a star 1t was frosty kind
Of brightness too, like that Of an lclcie IN the
moonlight The wife thought It strange that good
Mr.. Lindsey should see nothing remarkable In the
sno'S child appearance.
Come, YOU odd little thing cried the honest
man seizfng her by the hand. 81 have caught
you at last, and viii make you comfortable, IN
spite Of Yourself We will put a nice warm PAIR
Of worsted stockings on your frozen little ieeti
and you shall have good thick shawl to wrap
yourself in. Your poor white nose, an afraid,
is actually frost bitten. But we will make It all
right. Come along in!'
And SO. with a most benevolent smile on his
sagacious vissge all purple as it was with the
cold this very well meaning gentleman TOOK the
snow.ohild by the hand and led her toward the
house. She followed him. droopingy and reiuc,
tapt; for all the glow and sparkle was gone out OF
her figure and, whereas Just before, she had re-
sembed a bright, frosty, stars emmed evening,
with crimson CLEAN on the cold horizon, she
now looked as dull and languid as thaw AS
kind Mr. Lindsey led her up the steps OF the door,
Violet and Peony looked into his iace-thelr eyes
full Of tears which fr0ze before they could run
down their cheeks-and again entreated him not
70 bring their snow image into the house
His wife. as he came up the steps, bad been
taking another long, earnest, almost awe stricken
gaze at the little white stranger She hardly
knew whether it was a dream or no; but she
could not help fancying that she saw the delicate
print of Violets fingers the childs neck. 1t
looked lust as if, while Violet was shaping out
the image she had given il gentle pat with her
hand, and had neglected to smooth the impression
quite away.
:" After all, husband" said the mother recurring
70 her idea, that the angels would be as much de-
lighted to play with Violet and Peony as she her
self was, after all, she does look strangely like
snow.imagel I do believe she is made of
snowW
A puff of the west wind blew against the snow.
child; and again she sparkled like star.
Snow" repeated good Mr. Lindsey, drawing
the reluctant guest over his hospitabe threshold:
No wonder she looks like snow. She is hall
frozen, poor little thing But good fire will put
everything to rights.
without further talk, and always with the
same best intentions. this highly benevolent and
common sensible individual led the little white
damsel-drooping, drooping dropping, more and
more-out Of the frosty air, and into his comiorta-
bic parlor. A Heidelberg stove, filled to the brlm
with intensely burning anthracite, was sending
bright CLEAN through the isingglass Of its iron
door and causing the vase OF water on Its top to
fume and bubble with excitement. warm, sui
try smell was difiused throughout the room. A
thermometer, on the wall furthest from the stove,
stood at eighty degrees The parlor was hung
with red curtains, and covered with red carpet,
and looked Just as warm as it felt The differ
ence betwixt the atmosphere here, and the cold,
wntry twilight, out OF doors, was like stepping at
once from Nova Zemba to the hottest part of In
dia or from the North.pole into an oven. Oh,
this was fine place for the little white stranger
The common. sensible man placed the snow.
child on the hearthrug, right in front OF the his
sing and Tuning stoves
NOW abe win be comfortablew cried kind Mr..
Lindsey, rubbing his hands and looking about
him, with the pleasantest smile you ever saw
Make yourself at home my child!'
Sad, sad and dropping. looked the little white
maiden as she stood on the hearthrug, with the
hot blast Of the stove striking through her IKE
pestilence. Once, she threw a glance wlstiuily
toward the windows, and caught glimpse
roofs and the stars glimmerlng iroatlly, and all
the delicious intensity Of the cold night. The
bleak wind ratified the window panes, as II 1t
were summoning her to come forth. But there
stood the snow-child Dropping before the hot
stove
But the common sensible man saw nothing
amiss.
"Come. wife" said he, let her have pair of
thick stockings and q wooden shawl or blanket
directly; and tell Dora TO give her some warm
supper as soon as the milk bolls You, Violet and
Peony amuse your little friend She is out OF
spirits, you see, at finding herself in strange
place. For my part will 60 round among the
neighbors, and find out where she belongs"
The mother, meanwhile, has gone in search Of
the shaw and stockings; for her own view OF the
matter however subtle and delicate, had given
way, as it always did, to the stubborn material
ism Of her husband. Without needing the re-
monstrances of her two children, who still kept
murmuriDg that their little snOw-sister did not
love the warmth, good Mr.. Lindsey took his de-
parture, shutting the paror-door carefully behind
him. Turning up the collar OF his sack over his
ears he emerged from the house, and had barely
reached the street gate, when he was recalled by
the screams Of Violet and Peony, and the rapping
of thimbed finger against the parorwindoW.
" Husband HusbandW cried his wife, showing
her horror stricken face through the window.
panes. There is no need Of going for the child's
pOrehts :"
1--WE told You so, fatherl" screamed Violet and
Peony, as be reentered the paror "You would
bring her in; and now our poor-dear-beau-ti-ful
little snow.sster is thawed T.
And their own sweet little faces were already
dissolved in tears; so that their father, seeing
what strange things occasionally happen in this
everyday world, felt not little anxious lest his
children might be going to thaw too In the ut
most perplexity, he demanded an explanation Of
his wife. She could only reply that being sum
moned to the parlor by the cries Of Violet and
Peony, she found no trace Of the little white maid
en-, unless it were the remains of heap of snow,
which while she was gazing at il, melted quite
away upon the hearth rug
"And there you see all that is left Of itP added
She pointing 70 pool Of water in front Of the