New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-10-26

full Of cakes, If | would go to sleep. Has he
brought them, sissie ~
| :. Mother has gone after them, said the little
| girl, while Uncle John took him upon his knee,
and warmed his little red hands between his
great palms. Ellen drew close to him, too, and
| lie took her ON the other knee, and asked,
Chow long has the little one been 30 sick,
dear n
sMother says she has never been we'll but
she ran about and played with Willie and me,
until We came here Ever since, she has been
poorly, and we have had to hold her all the
while. Sometimes she laughs when show her
my rosebud, and puts her hands to catch the
leaves. Biddy Flaherty gave it to me, sir but
lately she does not seem to notice anything and
| mother thinks she will die
''And then she will go up to God, away above
the clouds. where the cold weatherneyer comes
said little Willie, lifting his sober eyes to Mr..
Markman's face. It's nice place up there, sir;
wouldn't you like to 60 up to :"
| Before the old man could reply, the mother
entered, followed by a man bearing wood and
GOALS
We do not know whose pleasure was the great
est, the hungry eyed children as they ate their
food by the glowing fire, or old John Markmans
us he sat by and looked on. We think the chill
dren's however for he could not but be saddened
by the tale which he heard from the lips Of the
poor mother, as she hung over her child. 1t was
| tne Olu Story WHICH IdS DlOULeu SO many OF tne
fair pages of life. Poverty had followed sick
ness; thrown out Of work, strangers in strange
place, disappointed and despairing. the husband
and father had yielded to temptation and tasted
the accursed cup, until he no longer cared for
aught save the qualification of his brutal appe-
tite. For some time past they had depended
solely upon the earnings of the mother and lit
tie Ellen for support; and these had, of late,
been much curtailed by the illness of little
Jennie. 7B
6" / could not let her lie and die before my
eyes, even though we we're all starved,'' said the
weeping mother.
! Uncle John Markham was not an eloquent
mamie never made speech in his life yet
somehow the words he spoke to that fallen, dis
couraged husband that night, awoke feelings Of
hope, and courage, and self-respect in that poor
fellows heart to which he had long been a
stranger. i
CHAPTER III.
1t was quite late when the old man reached
his nephew's house that night, and Mr. Jimps
and his wife were too sleepy to ask many ques-
tions; but the next morn ng at the breakfast
table, they were disposed to be quite curious on
the subject of his late hours.
d sFie, Uncle John,'' began Mrs. Jimps, smil-
a ing, as she handed him his coffee, s:this viii
e never do; shall have to write to Aunt Sarah
it about it,
ID ssI think that shall write to her myself this
ID morning. returned the old man in the sam
light tone.
e ss But, Uncle, these must be very interestin
le people, these friends of yours, to keep you u
ID so late,' said Mr.. Jimps.
D. f'They are; so much so, Dimmie, that mus
of introduce them to you. Will you call with m
1T some time during the day."
III 'sWith great pleasure, Uncle
tie 1t being NewYear's day, however. Mr. Jimps
amid calls and business, quite forgot Unel
Jn1,,,t tho, hat nj
gentleman was absent most of the day on bus
OF ness of his own, and it not till he abor
T. to dress for the donation party, in the evening
v that the old man saw fit to remind him OF b
re engagement.
V, ssWhy, it is too late now, Uncle John; JUL
has already commenced dressing for the party,
V, said the little man.
IN ssWell, can't go to this party with you unit
of call these friends. that's certain, said IL
old man. If you are minded to go with m
ed I'll have black Simon and the sleigh at the do'
he by the time you are dressed, and we can
, there and back again by the time Julia ge
It's rigged, if she is like most women folks"
Black Simon was at the door in time. a.
vas bore them with flying steps along the crowd
the streets. On, on, they went, past brilliant
on, lighted parlors, from whence came the sour
sirl of music and laughter-on, to where the sire
me began to grow narrow and the lights began
his dwindie, until, with suddenness that aim,
look hf JlnlpS Dfeat1 iToln his Douy, lHe I
IL man drew up before rickety old building.
er, s'Unele John, you must have mistaken t
ch place-your friends surely can not live here
ue cried Mr.. Jimps, from beneath the many fol
ler of his scarf.
d: May be so-well see,' was the reply,
for the old man sprang out, and taking rope fro
the sleigh fastened black Simon securely to
es- post.
:, 1t was too cold for Mr.. Jimps to remonstrat
in his teeth chattered and his scarf was almc
NO frozen to his lips, even then so, stepping car
,ut fully in his dainty, glistening boots, he follow
she the old man through the gloomy hall and
did the dirty stairs; Mr.. Jimps was somewhat ia
| | tidious and more than once he would have TAX
he exception to the various smells, that, comil
from the different rooms, seemed to congrega
no. in that hall, had he not been too well wrapp
up to be aware OF them. s.. e..
of Uncle John raped softly at Ives door, n
as no one came, opened it himself. One glar
ny around that apartment taught him the cause
at that silence. Near the stove, with his lit
m boy in his arms, who was sobbing in that pei
her liar, spasmodic manner that indicates the ut
exhaustion of the physical frame, sat Will
on-] Ives, with his eyes fixed upon the bed VIII
had been arranged as decently as possible
is a receive the dead body of little Jennie,
lol- mother had done all her seanty means allow
if She had parted the soft hair on the little br
Strengthened the sllrunken limbs and ro
ght them in pretty white frock the last relic
Mr.. happier days. The dainty edgngs with VIII
his it was trimmed were in strange contrast "
,ta- the miserable bed coverings-edgings wrou
by her busy fingers in those happy days W
she a mothers glad anticipatons first stirred
INTO heart Then she had flung herself on
knees by the side of the bed, and with her
be buried in the clothes, neither wept nor mo-
out The grave-eyed Ellen stopped over the
and and was trying to place poor, sickly lool
rose in the cold hand of the little one. U.
out John glanced at the bush she had shown
tn the night before, and knew at once from VIII
,om, it came 1t was her all, poor thing!
the She was the first to observe their entra
and soon both parents were mipgling word
.ou- deep gratitude with their tears
Will al shallneyer, never forget your kindness
Ut" to the day de!' exclaimed the mother, turf
ant, to Mr.. Jimps. Much as we needed the mo
stay starving as we were, we thought not less of
get confidence in us than we did Of that 1t wa
re- kind so noble in you to trust us But you
nom be repaid, sir; William and / are determine
do it, if we work our fingers to the bones
re- this gentleman, to come as he did through
bout snow to aid us! Oh, how can we ever be gr
ears fll enough!'
she s'My kindness repay me you hear
COW claimed the bewildered Mr.. Jimps, turnir
look Uncle John, and rapidly unwinding the fol
inst his scarf as if pressed for breath