The weekly Lancaster gazette. (Lancaster, Ohio) 1852-1855, 1854-07-13

child; and, said he, Il think they need
doctor, but are too poor to employ ono, -
asked him TO show me the house, and
when entered | found that doctor was
indeed needed. A little girl about nine
years old, was lying on bed, very low
with a fever. think she cannot live. A
little boy, two years older, entered while
was there, with an armful Of sticks which
he had picked up from under the snow on
the common, and this save a few brands
that were smoking on the hearth, was all
their fuel. The sick girl. | am afraid, can
not live, and the mother has no means to
make her comfortable; l doubt whether
any of the family have tasted morsel Of
supper tonight"
"But where is the wOman's husband?"
asked Mary.
THAT do not know. He has been
gone shese seven years. Iknew him when
! he was worth several thousand dollars; but
~ "a yiliainous partner Of his deaauded him Of
Gerry cent Poor Robinson was almost
ken hearted; he fingered about the
Wlghborhood for while, earning living
= could, but finally resolved to 90 to
"a. His wife gave her full consent, as
e was able, with economy, to provide
herself and children, by her needle
ie did well for while, but sickness came
SNOn her, and she is now poor, very poor.
er bpsbEnd at different times sent her
~, and always wrote as though he was
I159ng well. But the vessel in which be
was to have returned, three years ago, has
not been heard Of.
"And was he drowned?" asked two or
three at once.
81 do not know" continued the doctor,
che may be living yet, but l fear he has
perisbed. But my children, Mrs. Robin
son is poor. While you are so cheerful and
happy here in this comfortable house, and
this bleak, cold night, are gathered around
this warm fire, think of Charley Robinson
and his mother. Charley has had no
Christmas; there is no New Years for him;
foF his father may be at the bottom of the
sea. His mother is poor, and his little sis
ter | fear must die. John! Mrs. Robinson
has no money to pay the doctor. Shall |
stay at home to-night?''
'No, father,' exclaimed John, eagerly,
ego and see her, and you may take my
half dollar"
"And mine," said Mary.
"And my cake, " said Ellen.
"Andbuy Charley rocking horse, said
Willie.
"Come children" said Mrs. Warton,
"James shall load the hand sled with wood,
and carry blanket and quilt. will fill
a basket with something for supper, snd
perhaps we can make them comfortable"
But, Johnny" why do you. stand so
still, while the others are so busy in getting
something for the pcF familly.'
...L was thinking, her, replied Master
ueslg 80. whatiN .u;s - suss nf,retisat
our Saviour lceat astfsz d5Ing good; and thai
it would be more like Him, if we could go
Jas well as send. Mayn't go father?"
4 Certainly, my SON."
:. And father, may l go?" asked Mary,
placing her hands in her fathers, and git-
ing him most beseeching look
LISA bleak cold night" said the doc,
tor, "most too cold for my Mary, | fear,
ask your mother
!. Mrs. Warton hesitated, but it was bu
for moment. SD knew that Mary cdnll
be made comfortable for short ride, ant
she was unwilling to lose SO good an op
portunity for teaching her practical chari
ty.
And now, while Mrs. Warton and the
children are filing the large basket, ant
James, the hired man, is loading the sled
and Mary and 1Nhnare muffiing themselves
Ifor he ride, WesWill go to the other fire
SIDE. =
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Far out in the suburbs, in an open field
where the wind has full sweep, this stormy
might, stands an old brown house, which
families, who cannot afford to pay rent have
one after another deserted which would be
J ltentless now, but Mrs. Robinson can find
) no other shelter. Within that house, q
little boy is laying the last stick upon the
z sis,a.Rlac and a tear is tricklihg down hi
ghichhe quickly wipes away; i
of theroom is a low bedstead
b Of which once WIS seods An
is ragged and worn now.
Ok girl; her mother, kneel
Olsyas. holding IN onehan'
and with the othe
sing ea6 The wind roar
I'D Without, az 8 Fept b.. the drifting
snow beat ag'inst lhe ttling windows AN,
the fickeriag flame fron the hearth va
the only ligh1 Nm that dgI22Iing
She's y dyibg, ne Coz, s dying,
! sobbed the nlothes.. ...-----sts boy rant
the badsid He had tried to RESTRAIN hi
siss before, for fear cfgrieying his mother
kbut he wept very bitterly hro-r---.,,.- =.
!. N"Sarah, my child my darling" she. al
most shrieked, smust you die now, ant
, here IN this cold, cold spot, and your faith
er never see you again? o, Heavenl,
Father, let this cup pass from me: but no
= my willbut thine be done"
Al cold sweat was on the brow Of the lit
I tic sufferer, but still her eyes weres bright
: and fixed upon her parent, her lips moved
: and she said 'smotherl'' saal e
i The sound Of sleigh bells was heard q
!, the door, es ~.
T sIs itpapa?"s asked the dying girl. 81
S 8. efNo, mol don't say it, my child" sal,
the motheratyou are dying and we vii
d meet papa in heaven" ",1f aHrt 0Ai fF
J. The door opened, and DIR. Warton en-
J, tered with Mary and John, and the goo
e pastor, Mr.. Wilford, all loaded with clothe
e and provisions.
. "Bless you! God bless you'll exclaime
Is Mrs. Robinson, ''bless you for coming |
d this hour, my sweet girl is dying. .
d The doctor walked up to the bedsid
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