Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1853-02-02

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"Dying! How can you ever struggle through
the worldalone Who vii, care fer you, jamie,
whenI am deed!'' 81
aHave rou rooms TO letl'' said lady in sable
to a hard featured person,
ssRooas, Why-yes-we haze rooms," (sur-
seying lars. Grey very deliberately.) You are a
wiloH.I suppose! Thought 50. BY the length Of
sour veil. Been in the city long! How long
has your husband been dead! What's the matter
oi hint Take in sewing or anythingl Got any
reference. How oldsis that child Of yours'''
sI hardly think the situatian will suit said
Mrs. Grey, family, as she rose to 60.
aDon't cry, mamma said Charley as they
gained the street. 'sWon,t God take care of U.S.
.srut another stick of wood ON the fire, Char
icyl my fingers are quite benumbed, and I've a
long while to work yet.
There's not evena chip left, . said the boy
mournf,Illy rubbing his little purple hands; sit
seems.as though should never grow asbig man,
so that can help you, n,
Hist! there's arap
-s.sNork donep' said rough voice, "cause if
YOU amt mp to the mari, you can't have any more
No fire, and ccEd fingers Some ozd story! Busi
ness is business; I've no time to talk about yoar
affairs. Women never can look at things in a
commercial giat Of view. What want of know
is in nutshell Is them shirts done or not,
young wonan2'' s.s4. sssss,
aIndeed there IS only one finished, though |
have done my best said Mrs. Gray.
well, hand it along; you won't get any more,
and sit up tonight and finish the rest, do You
hearl'' +F
"Have you vests that you wiah embroidered,
srl' s..s...
..Y- -e-s,o said the gentleman q addressed,
casting look of admiration at Mrs. Grey
csHere, James, run out with this money to the
,.-,kaul411 Wish it for yourself, MADAME said he
blandly. Possible! Pity to spoil those blue eyes
over such drudgery!'' ss..- .{.zss
a moment, and he was alone.
.He,s a very sick chId,' p said the doctor, "and
there's Tttie chance for him t. get well here's
drawing his furred coat to his ears, as the wind
whistled through the cracks. "Haye you no
friends in the city, where he can be better pro-
vided for!'' as.s
Mrs. Grey shook her head mournfuly
.sEeIl, I'll send him some medicine tonight,
and to- morrow we will see what can be done for
him.
aIoanorop!" All the long night, the storm
ragged fearfully The driving sleet sifted in thro'
the loose windows that ratified, and trembled, and
shook. Mrs. Grey hushed her breath as she
watched the little waxen face, and saw that look
creep over It that comes but once. The sands Of
life were fast ebbing. The little taper fickered
aud aashed-and .then-went out out forever!
Itwas in. .the poor mans lot that Harry
Grey,s pet boy was buried. There was no car.
riaees, no mourners, no hearse. Mrs. Grey shud-
dered, as the wagon jolted over the rough stones
to the old burial place. She uttered faint scream
as the sexton hit the little coffin against the Wag
on, in lifting out. gain and again she stayed
his hand when he would have fastened down the
lid: she heard with fearful distinctness the frs
heavy clod that fell upon her boys breast; she
locked on with dreadful fascination, while hi
Aliedup the grHte; she saw the last shovel full o