Kenosha tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1855, 1855-04-05
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That's the truth, Jane, did so.
DO you keep on asking, them
No. indeed, Jane, Kit and don't live by
begging now. we work. Jenny drew up her
Slight figure and her check flushed as she
made this proud reply.
What was it that you ssked?'
III tell you, but | never told before. 1t
was before Kit came back-I prayed she
migl, be keptfron harm. and she was. And
prayed she might come back. and she did
That He'd help us; hasn't he? | believe in
the Father Almighty, that's what they said
in the church, out loud together-I never
shall forget-and so I've said to myself, if
| had q father-often and often I've said
this here 10 myself, Jane-ifI had father
like some of the children I've heard talking
to the gentlemen when we've played for 'em
at the door, he'd gin me what asked for,
just as they do-and that's the way come
10 ask
'Oh. Jenny IL you're so sure of it, ask Him
for me, ask Him to make me ready TO go if
amt ready-ask Him to take me-beg, Jen-
ny. beg, l aint too proud to be begged for
DO you see anything with your eyes?'
asked Jennyin whisper, reaching forth her
hand ,herface brighteningand uplifting. is
The room as it was? for think He is here;
wait. I'll ask Him. and the untaught blind
girl bowed her head in the homage of ado
ration, and besoaght the present God for
Jane.
Sooner than they anticipated the prayer
WAS heard and answered
Even while it WAS being uttered the long
suffering one for whom il was offered, sunk
into slumber that had no conscious waking.
Jenny was still sitting on the box, in the place
where they left her, when the old man and
XII: came home-her work had fallen from
her hands. her head was bent on her knee.
1t was dark in the basement, profound 81
lence reigned there; the fire had gone out in
the stove-Kit lighted the fire and the can
die, while the old man laid aside his dripping
coat, for the rain was falling heavily, and
they walked about quietly, and spoke in
whispersto each other, that the sleep Jane
and Jenny should not be broken - but pres
emily the old man bends over the child, so
long the object ofhis anxious care, and then
he calls in loud voice for Kit to bring the
light, and he lifts the poor, unconscious head,
and sees her bosom is stained and wet with
herlife blood, and he staggers withthe weight
of the body which he bears. 10 the bed, so
that he falsup it when he would place her
gently there; but she stirs not. Once or twice
there is u heavily drawn breath breaking up
on his ear, but nothing more. The old man
has lost his child. His dim and bloodshot
eyes look down upon her youthful face, and
he is slow TO lay to heart the balmy thought
that she is released from discomfort, and
! toll. and pain.
Jenny. with her land upon the cold hand
of Jane, beholds winged spirit in the place
filled, to those other watching eyes, by form
of clay, and she arrays the angel with that
smile, that grace and beauty, which poor
Kit images to her loving heart.
One day later Kit made her second Jour
ney into the country.
The little family went out to bury Jane. 1t
was mild and quiet atternoon-not bright.
but lifeless, full of gloom. The old man had
determined to go on foot and alone to the bu-
rial, or, in case tie weather did not allow,
to take his place in the wagon of the person
he had employed to carry the body OF Jane
but when Kit went into the basement, and
saw him fastening the coffin lid, and making
the few preparations that were to be made,
she sad:-I tho; may be you'd wait till
the day got clearer
Wont be any clearer lie replied
Then I'll have Jenny ready in a minute
What for?'
To go in the carriage
Carriage he replied in dismay-the old
fellow surveyed her silently moment-'I
havn't got cent left in the world for
carriage
But have; Jenny's set her heart on it too.
Wait ill | get her read y, grandpa, and I'll
see about the rest
The words were not fairly spoken when
Kit had oarted from the room, il seemed but
a moment after, when she came again lead
ing Jenny, and bearing in her hand the bet
ter part OF that silver treasure reserved for
the summer journey. AS she went toward
the street door the old man followed her,
and arrested her steps, laying his hand on
her arm.
'Itisn't so terrible far he said, you could
walk it, but she couldn't. Don't mind about
the carriage to day, well go up when the
times don't 90 SO hard, after I've picked up
a little. wouldn't object. but these drivers
wont wait they want the money down for
funerals
We want to go, grandpa do and so
does Jenny persisted Kit, and we can't
walk, and now see here, Amt my money your
money, and your'n mine-we're going to BIZ
what Jane was, SO let me 60
Slowly the old man Withdrew his hand,
Kit did not wait to hear the words on his
fps. but hurried out.
Not long after, one other carriage was slow
ly josting onits way over the crowded pave-
ment, and opposite the old man sat Kit and
Jenny. hand in hand for once shut on: and
sheltered from the rushing tide of life. tho
borne along in it. Once only words were in
terchanged By the inmates of the carriage.
Kit endured the silence as lengas it was pos
sible for her to endure the sight of another's
suffering, then she bent forward and repeat
ed in the old mans hearing, the only conso-
laton of which she could think, Don teei
so, don't, you've got twoleft, you haFe--nne
and jenny He made no answer 10 the as
surancc. gave no intimalon that he heard
:. L,Ly ra.urned TO her Mace beside Jen- !