The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1853-12-22
Life Picture.

"Ihave no one to care for mel" said a
little child scarce twelve years old. arrain
ed before the Mayor an Friday morning.
on a charge Of youthful dtpravity. "No
"ne my fatheris dead, and my mother
little one, your mother sill liyes--but, far
better would it have been for you, had she
also BE-, n laid in he tomb before it closed
over your father, than that she should
have learned to transgress; for then, your
cheeks would have never been dyed with
shame at thoughts Of her, and your lips
hesitate to speak her name! "All young
and fallen, as you are, from the innocent
and trustfulness Of childhood" This
was not always so--oh, no, not slways.-
There was once stately mansion that
sheltered thee, little one, and obsequious
servants who FASTENED to do thy childish
bidding. A refined and noble man. whose
arms were outstreacEed to receive you, as
in childish playfulness you sprang to re-
ceive lis cartsses, when you heard the
sound Of that familiar foo fall in tie entry.
And, there was another; and, oh, Low
beautiful ske was-you know it all-tEe
years of suffering that have passed over
that young head have no: been able to ob-
literate tie remembrance Of ler radient
loveliness, nor that fatal morning wien
you Were aroused from your infantile slum-
bers and Hurried to tie chamber w ere
death was lowering around fathers
couc1 nor yet, how you chung to.im nest
linz your little head close 10 his bosom,
w!lile lie smoothed back your curls and
kissed you over and over, as if LIE could
never let you so; your forehead, ,oEr
el.eeks and mouth. AMI t!.en held you still
closer in is arms!
"The cid dis turbs you Fredrick; let
me send Ter away" And the beau itul
woman would have thrust you from tie
room Of your dying father, -a ''@ '
No! no! Caroline-I must give her up
very soon. l feel death grasping me in
his icy folds--for her sakc-I would have
welcomed life and Lealth as inestimiable
blessings. 1t grieves me, Caro-, that can
leave you but a few hundred for your sup
port. You will find my balance sheet
in my desk and inclosed is life insurance,
that will give you five thousand more
With tie Lelp of tlis you can main ain
yourself and Anne with comfort know
it is very hard to condemn you to life
without the qualification of your exquisite
taste-yet it will be necessary, in order to
reserve enough for the necessaries of life."
His lips suddenly ceased their sound
you laiI your close to them, little child.
when you heard the murmur, "God pro-
tect my orphaned daughter" and then all
was still, and you were torn from all that
remained of a father, and carried sobbing
to your own room!
'.All! oh no, not ALL" But few short
hours elapsed and the nsodiste fyour beau
tiful mother was in the room '--
"You know my taste and style-Ileave
the arrangements for the costumes of my
self an child to you" said the bereaycd
widow.
Caroline, you know what my dear
friend said about yoar future income
Now, l know you have beautiful black
dresses, and with few rows Of Grape, and
few dollars, you can transform them in
to morning. Iwould do this if twas my
case" So said gentle woman. tie wife
of their pastor. WHO lad come, as was er
habitual custom, to the house ofmourning.
Tie modiste gave the woman vulgar
stare, and tlen seeing your mother esita-
ted, with her most stcringing obsequiousness
said, Madame, your taste shall be graft
fed" and tlen left theroom. Youwould
not have toiled quite SO long for six and a
quarter cents day, "it,le one." if you
had had that six hundred and fify dollars
that the heartless naodiste demanded in
payment for the costumes of your mother
You were very young then, and have
only dim recolectio of tie few wears
Il At followed. You only remember that
tie longing for your deceased father was
tie constant emotion that stirred your
Eeart, stamping every recollection with
WHICH your life had been blended with his,
every day sill more wildly in your mem
org, and you learned to look upon tke sue
ceedins year as avoid. Younextremem-
Der leaving your beautiful home witty your
mother-and then it struck your childish
heart that she had, tou, somewhat changed
and you remember your pill ow was Of
tener wet with tears than formerly, and
your Leart did not bound to Ter as it were
wont; you tried to think, for days and
weeks. why this was SO, and grew subdued
and noiseless in your steps and tone. in
thinking, and with all this. matters grew
worse, for YOU had no nurse, and your lit
tie frocks were often in tatters.
Everything around you was wondrous;;
ly strange; stranger than all, your mother.
who laughed loudly. jested freely and