Tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1856, 1855-07-19
KENosHA, WIS, THURSDAY, JULY 10, 1855.

comfort may be wrung from every penny when
it is expended with the forethought of days
Somewhat of the load was lightened as she step.
ped from the creaking stairs and turned the key
of her own room. Within was the quick pattcr
of feet across the foor-dear childish voices and
welcome tts
%, it's mother, mothers coine--O, good, good
I'm so glad s 55s7s s. ii. IS
The threadbare dress and the blue pinched IA
ces went to her soul when she divided half of the
loaf among them, wondering as she did so where
the next was to come from. She could not bor-
row of her neighbors, they were as poor as her,
self, poorer, for when she took Willie the young
est, into her lap, and cliafed his little cold hands
and feet he began to tell her of poor Johnny
Fame, who came and cried through the key-hole
because he was so hungry, and his mother was
not come home yet, and now it was dark
Wouldn't his mother go for Johnny, and give
him some bread too, and keep him till his own
mother came q t1g49s Na4
Mrs Bond sat still for a mpment should she
take this last mouthful from her own children
for a stranger 1t was only moment, and Will
lie was set gently down, and she went out to
seek the lonely hungry child t
She had not far to GO; for he had drawn his feet
up under him on the entry floor, within sound of
her children's voices, for companionship, and so
had cried himself to sleep, his head on the lower
star The tears were yet on his cold checks,
and his own protected feet were like ice. So she
carried him back to her own room where'the chill
had been softened at least by the mornings fire;
she held him on her lap with Willie, while he ate
the bread ravenously. Her poverty had not yet
debarred her from the greatest pleasure in life,
mlnlstering to the needy. ~.
Are we not going to have Light asked the
Oldest girl presently. Il don't think it seems so
cold when there's a light
Not tonight; Olive; have no sewing to do,
and 1T will soon he bedtime sIlt.f4
NO scwing-O, that's NICE said Willie, nest
ling closer still. Then you can tell us story,
mother Does your mother tell stories, Johnny!
No. answered Johnny, family, and then he
began to cry and sob so violently the children
were frightened.
Mrs. Bond understood it better then they, for
she had more than once met her ncighbor on the
staircase, and heard the sound of blows and cries
from her room. Poor little Johnny! no wonder
he trembed, as he hid his head on her bosom.
There, never mind my little man :! said she
soothngly. what shall tell you about The
three bears, Willie!'
The very effort to speak chccrfully to them
and perhaps the contrast Of poor Johnny's lot
with that of her own children loved and cherish
ed at least made her feel less Responding.
No, said Willie, mot the three bears-Joseph
and his brethren #a
His mother had purposcly chosen a tale of en-
of Stories conscious of the rebellion in her heart
Not that either, pleaded the more thoughtful
Olive. Il know it all by heart. ia rather hear
the new story about the. brook, and the ravens,
and the little cake of mcaln
%, yes, that's a nice one, and wouldn't You
like little cake, such as mother used to make
nights for fathers support said Eddy, on the
other side of her
Mary Bond could not help the sudden start at
this unconscious reproving of her lack of faith.
Left to herself, when she reached the shelter of
her own room, She would have given away to the
bitter tears of disappontneIls and envy that she
had put aside for their sake. Her heart was too
hard for prayer seeking cFfIforx where she had
ever found it, in the pages of Holy Writ. Doubt
and murmuring had seemed to rise all day, as a
heavy cloud between her and her God. But the
nty rock was touched by the hand of a little
child, there was still the fountain Of sweet waters
to be stirred beneath it.
She carried the now swcctly sleeping Johnny
to her bed, and laid him down with her own lit
tie ones, more calm than she had been since this
last trouble threatened her. For the morrow
shall take care of the things of ITSELF was the
last coherent thought that fitted through her
mind.
But the cold wintry morning came, dead ashes
on the hearth, frost on the window pane, scet
and storm without, and the children hanging,
half satisfied and frctful about her. How thick
- tue
ing back. But she knew they were temptations
now, and resisted them with a silent prayer for
strength. Though he STAY me yet | will trust
IN him! But as she turned over the slender
wardrobe of herself and children, adding here a
button and there string, the heavy thoughts
would come back. There was not a friend in
the great city she could apply to; they had come
there as strangers, the year before her husbands
death. Beneath tina. roof We're then ten families
rs IpSt l,,t
of nearly all business.
80, if the people only knew how the poor were
suffering, they could not waste so much!' she
thought as the scene of yesterday returned to her
mind Poor Edward; she was glad that he had
died without dreaming of the wants to which his
wife and children would be reduced. There were
the clothes he had laid away the day before he
took to his bed, almost sacredly preserved, at the
bottom of the drawer. All else had been sold
those, old and wcll-worn, she could not part with!
1t was not foolish acknowledgement cihcr-no one
would give her anything for them, and some day
Eddy would need the suit her skilful hands could
piece from the remnants. Why not do it now,
there was nothing else she could dc, and yet she
touched the almost thrcadbarc garments lnger-
ingy, rcverently, they recalled 50 kecnly the day
they had been thus folded and laid aside.
A bit of waste paper fell to the floor, memo
randum made, perhaps that very day. The dear
handwriting of the dead! no matter how trivial
the record, was sweet to her, and she stopped
down and raised it to her lips. There was some
thing within lighter still; she he'd her breath as
she unfolded it, it seemed almost too much of
miracle to be believed Yes. the date was that
very day of his sickness and he had forgotten to
mention it TO her.
Received of b g. C-the enclosed $40, con-
sidered by me a bad debt.
The precise, clcrkly hand told the story, and
the money was still there rift from the dead
No wonder that the children crowded around
her and asked if she was sick, OF sorry for
the revulsion was like grief at first, she swayed
TO and fro, her face hidden in her hands, and re-
allied that her wants were supplied, her faith
lessness rebuked in love and gentleness.
This is not record of the present want and
trial around US; but though it happened long ago,
it is recalled with the hope of strengthening some
weary heart and confirming waning faith i'll the
promises of the Lord.-Baii0u's Pictorial.
MYsrERIoUs.-The Buffalo Express no.
tees the arrival at that port from the West,