Burlington tri-weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington [Iowa]) 1852-1855, 1855-01-11

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s:And nine, y said Mary.
ssAnd nay cake" said Ellen.
g And buy Charley a rocking horses" said
Will e.
.sCome children" said Mrs. Warrior,
sJames shtIl load the hand sled with wood,
and carry blanket and quilt. l will fill a
basket with something for supper, and per-
haps we can make them comfortable
.sBut Johnny" asked the doctor, ewby
do you stand SO still, while the hers are so
busy in getting something for the poor fami-
l,?o
& was thinking ather'said Master Johnny,
"of wha we said just now that our Saviour
scent about doing good; and that it would
b, more ike h IN if we could 60 as we'll as
send. Mayn't go fatherr'
"Certainl y my son."
"And father, may go?" asked Mary, pla-
cling her han s in her fathers, AID giving
him most beseeching look.
s'It's a bleak cold night replied Master
johnny, esmost too cold for my Mary,I fear;
but ask your mother."
Mrs. Wharton hcs;tated, but, it was but
for moment. She knew that Mary could
be made comfortable for short ride, and
she was unwilling to lose so good an oppor-
unity for teaehing her practical chariy.
And now, while Mrs. Warrior and the
children are filing the large basket, and
James the hired man, is loading the sled:ani
Mary and John are muflling themselves for
the ride, we will 60 to the other fire. side.
Far out in the suberbs, on an open field
where tae wind has full sweep this dismal
stormy night, stand an old house, which fam
lies who cannos afford to pay rent, have one
alter another deserted, which wouid be ten
antless now, but Mrs. Robinson can find no
other shelter. Within that house Il lit q boy
Is laying the last stick upon the fireplace, and
= tear trickling down his cheek which he
quickly wipes away: in the corner Of the
room is . lew bedsteld, the covering Of which
once was good, but though clean is ragged
and worn now. There lay the sick girl; and
her mother snecling ut the bedside was bold
ing In her one hand those of her daughter,
and with the OTHER was pressing her forehead
the wind foared Without, and as it swept by,
the drifting snow beat against the rattlIng
windows, and the Ricaerng fame from the
hearth vas the only light in that dwelling.
''She is dying. my daughter is dying.'
sobhed the mother and the boy ran to the
bedside. lie had tried to restrain his tears
before for fear of grieying his mother, but
ne Wepb bitterly now.
''oarah, my child, my darling," she al
most shrieked, 'smust you die now, and here
in this ceid cold spot, and your father new
er see you aga n? o, Heavenly Father let this
cup SIS from me; out not my will but thine
be done!'
cold sweat was on the brow of the little
snff Ier, bat still her eyes were bright, and
fixed upon her p trent, her lips moved and she
said s'Aloth ri"
The sound Of sleigh bells was heard at the
door.
Somebody is comingr' said Charley as
he ran to the window.
els it papa?' asked the dying girl.
Ono, no! don't say it, my chilj," said the
mother, "You are dying and will meet papa
in Heaven
Til door opened a, d DR.. Warrior entered
with Mary and John and the good pastor Mr..
Milford, all loaded with clothes and proys-
ion.
ssBless you! God bless you.'' exclaimed
Mrs. Robinson, sbless youfo coming at this
hour, my sweet girl is dying"
The doctor walked up to The bed side and
taking hel hand in his said:
81 am afraid che ls.''
81 knew it! knew it.'' said the mother,
and she threw herself upon the bed by her
child. so, if it could be 50. If your father
could but be living now, and come to close
your eyes my darling! Pray for US, pray
Tor US, MIR. Milford, for my Sarah is dying
now.' 60
And the group all weeping kneeled down,
while the recter off red fervent prayer to
Him who doth not aflct willingly the chill
dren Of men. As the amen was responded
a loud knock was heard at the door. i
1t is James with the wood,o said the doc
tor; and Johnny ran to open the door.
"Softly, softly,o SAID John, as james be-
gan to stamp the snow from his boots
''There is u gentlemen here' said James,
'swho got me to show him the way to Mrs.
Robinson's."
A stranger ent, red, and looking for an IN
slant round tn room said:
els this your home while am rch?''
Ii was but for nom mt, and husband and |
wife were clasped in each others arms. The |
shock was too greet; Mrs. Robinson sw aoned |
and for while serious feaes were entertain
Ed lest, under the circumstances Of her pro |
trac ed suffering, her mental anguish, and
he suddenncss OF her husbands return, she
N ght be overcom. beyond the means of res
ration. Butno sooner hal she begun to
revive, than the doctor called the attention
II the par ants to the condition Of heir child.
lit is your fathei! my dear, dy NJ chld,o
'hricked Mrs. Robinson, and the father clasp
ID the little girl to his heart. She attempt
I'd to throw her arms about his neck. and
'ainty said sspapa!" and above the bowling
winds without We're heard the sobs of the
'ather.
tie raised his head to look into the face of
lis child but she was still; her eyes were fix
d; her breath had gone her fathers tears
we're on her cheek, and "Papa!' was the last
word that fell from the lips of little Sarah.