Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1853-05-12

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But the white face did not stir, and the eyes
did not unclose.
Mamma said the child, in a louder voice,
and bringing her face close down to her moth
er's, don't you hear me! It's your own little
Lizzie calls you. Open your eyes and speak
to me i and she laid her cheek against her
mothers. But the next moment her head was
lifted, and the face on the pillow was not whit
er than the child's, for chill--a fearful, par
alyzing chill had crept to her innermost heart,
and sudden, terrible thought had darted
through her brain. She gazed wildly on those
ghastly features, laid her hand on the STONY
forehead, and then shrek Of exceeding ago
ny rang through the room; and Mary lifted
up her head, and stared wildly at her sister,
for the fever had mounted to her brain, and the
shrek had bewildered her senses.
Mary, Mary, mamma is dead dead and
LETT us here alone CALCULATED Lizzie, in
voice hoarse with agony.
Dead, dead " repeated Mary, as if trying
to comprehend her sisters words. well,
Lizzie, let'syOu and die TOO, and 20 10 her :
and she fell back heavily upon The pillow.
No, no, Mary you mustn't die too, and
leave me here all alone, cried Lizzie, as she
sprang 10 the bedside; but those mild blue
eyes opened and rolled vacantIy over her
lace. 'Oh, what shall do? won't somebody
come and help me?' cried the child in her
desolallon, and then sudden hope flashed
into The darkness of her heart, and with the
energy Of desperation, she rushed from the
room. Down, down the rickety stairs, plung-
ed the light form of the lilte girl and right
across the street, to the stone steps Of the
brick house, il rushed with the speed of a
spirit.
Howard Ingersoll and his wife sat with
their Two fair children before their luxurient-
ly furnished table; and loving words and
kindly SMILES gave to the chocolate richer
flavor, aud 10 the mullins more exquisite
relish. m
'And SO Churlie, Ellen, you did not hear
the wind last night, for sleeping so soundy
| hope il was the same with all other little
chi!dren,' and all the mother was in the
glance which the lady bent upon those bright
young blossoms at her table. Just then the
street bell rang it was a loud, startling peal,
and MIR. and Mrs. Ingersoll put down their
cups, and the children their mullins. A mo-
ment after, The door opened, and child
sprang past the servant, glanced a moment
wildly around the room, and then rushed to
Mrs. Ingersoll's side. Her long, golden hair
lay in bright, tangled masses around her
white cheeks; her lips quivered, and there
was strange depth of agony in the large,
brown eyes which looked up SO appealingly
TO the lady, as she clasped her hands and
spoke:
Mamma is dead, and Mary is dying
Won't you come and help us? It's only
right across The street, Ina'am'
Now, Mrs. lngersol had quick, tender
little heart-one that could no more hear
an appeal, or witness, untouched, the look
that more plainly than words, spoke its story
to one Of her own children when il asked for
bread.
Hand me my shawl and bonnet quick,
Howard. No, | won't stay for bonnet
Get your hat, and come with me, she said,
while the tears sparkled in her dark eyes
and Howard Ingersoll, who had heart, and
a large one too, when it could be found,
turned with wonderful alacrty TO fulfil his
wife's behest.
Here, put my shawl around you. It'll
make you warm, little girl, said Ellen Inger.
soil, her little round face elongated into an
expression Of the deepest sympathy, as she
busllcd up-to Lizzie, whose eyes were fol
lowing her mother SO eagerly around The
room. 'And we won't let your sister die
Here, eat them, and you shall carry her some,
too,' said Charlie, as he thrust TWO OF the
largest mullins into Lizzie's hands, his great
black eyes looking large as saucers, between
sympathy and beneyolence. Mrs lngersoll
seized her shawl, and her husband his hat,
and smoothing away the bright, tangled hair
from Lizzie's forehead, the lady took her
hand, and The three emerged from the dwell
ing. A few moments later, the trio were
standing in that chamber of desltulion and
death. Mrs. IDgersoll was bending over the
sick child, her hand tightly clasped by those
little burning fingers, and her tears falling
like rain upon The hot cheeks, while the lit
tie one was calling her mamma, and telling
her of the pleasant home, with its sparkling
brook and pretty roses, 10 which they had all
come back again. Lizzie stood by the bed
side Of her mother, and there too stood How
ard IngersolI, and the chids dark, pathetic
eyes wandered eagerly from the rigid face of
the dead woman TO the gentleman that bent
over her.
'Oh, sir, can't you bring her back to me,
and little sister? What shall we do without
her? /? asked The child in broken tones.
4 will take care of you, poor things an
swered the gentleman in husky voice, and
then turned to his wife, saying, in lower tones,
4 will 60 instantly for physician, Mary
The children must be removed o our house.
How they have managed to exist here SO long
is mystery TO me-
'And TO think it all happened right across
the street, and we might have saved the life
of thar noor Woman Nh 7 shall never for-