The Union and eastern journal. [volume] (Biddeford [Me.]) 1854-1858, 1855-12-28


to sink into the chair set for her BY Doctor
r.. The ghas,ly appearance Of the
poor girl nearly overcame her.
The mother introduced her CUES, 10 her
daughter, who could only look an acknowl.
edgement; and then asked the doctor il he
thought Ippolita could bear the motion Of q
carriage.
"she seems weaker to-day" he replied |;
Every weak, indeed. Yet, II Mrs. Waldorf
will allow the mattress to be put in, think
We may venture"
Madame Vamiglia seemed full Of anxiety
lest the experiment should prove teo much
for the aickering remuan, Of life; bu, after
much reparalon, John was called and the
poor sufferer transferred, maiirass and oil,
10 the back seat. Mrs. Waldorf and her
mother took The front seats and in this way
they drove slowly out towards the country.
At FIRST, the poor lille siynorina seemed
exhausted almost unlo death, and her
mother watched her with The most agoniz-
ed solici,ude bul after while she became
accustomed to the gentle motion, and seem.
cd revived by the fresh air. A. the road
wound round through green lane shaded
with green trees, Ippoli;a looked about her
with admiration, and made sign Of pleas
ure with her wasted hand. Tears started
to her mothers eyes, and she looked TO
Mrs. Waldorf for sympathy and moi in vain.
Allength the invalid gave sign, and they
turned about. When they reached the lodg-
ing. house, Ippoli,a was in quiet sleep and
they carried her back TO her own room al
most undisiurbed.
"To.morrow at eleven! !" whispered
Mrs. Waldorf, at parting. Madame YAM
iglia pressed her hand, but could no, speak
We need not describe the morning rides
which succeeded this auspicious commence
men,. We need not trace, step by step,
the slow amendment, Of the yonng Italian,
nor attempt to express, by words, The graf.
ilude OF mother and. daughter. They felt
words 10 be totally inadequate. We may
mention, however, the rapid improvement
Of Mrs. Waldrol's health and spirits, which
mus, OF course be ascrbeJ to iha, cxcelIcn,
medicine OF DR.. k's. This enabled that
lady to study Italian more slrenuous!y, both
al home and By familiar lessons from Mad
ame Vamiglia and her daughter, during
their long excursions. This pursuit was
never found 10 increase the palpiiatiDns, and
seemed almOs, specific agains, headache.
Before Ippolita had SO far recovered as 10
be independent of the daily airing, Mrs.
Waidrof picked up a new object Of interest.
We cay picked up, for it was roadside
acquaintance, and as Mrs. Waldorf has
since observed, one which she never would
have made If she had been reading during
her drive, as was her custom formerly
She had, every morning for sometime, OBJ
served poor woman drawing a baskel.wag.
on Of curious construction, in which lay n
child much larger than is usually found in
such vehicles. The child was pretty, aud
,assefully, though plainly dressed; but the
whole establishment bespoke anything but
abundant means, so lha, Mrs. Waldorf was
puzzled to make out the character Of the
group. The woman had moi the air OF the
servant, and yet the child did not look as IL
i, could be her child. In short, alter see-
ing the same thing dozen times, Mrs.
Waldorf's curiosity was a good deal excil-
ed.
She did not, however, venture 10 make
any inquiries, until j, so CHANGED that. in the
very green lane we have spoken of-,he
lavorile resort OF The grateful Ippoliia-they
found the poor woman, with the child faint.
ing in her arms. Grief and anxiety were
painted on her honest face, and she was so
absorbed in her efforts for the recovery Of
The child, that she scarcely answered Mrs.
Waldor's sympaihising inquiries.
'Oh, don't trouble yourself, ma'am II
is nothing new! She's this way very Of.
ten. It's the whoopin'. cough, ma'am ant
am afeard i'll bc the death Of her, poor
lamb, in spite Of oil we can do And she
tossed The child in the air, and famed its
face till the breath returned.
sIs i, your own!' asked Mrs. Wald-
orf
mo, indeed, ma'am! Mine are other
guess lookin' children, thank God! This
dear babes mother is a delicate young lady
that lives neighbor to me, as has sick
husband that she can't leave. I'm 10 wash.
erwoman, ma'am, il you please, and have
10 60 quite away down town every day, al
most, and SO ! take this poor thing in my
baskei-il's large enough, you sce-and so
gives her turn in The open air, cause the
doctor says It's The open dir, if anything,
lha,'ll do her good
'YOu are very good said Mrs. Waldorf,
who had listened in kind Of Icverie, her
thoughts revcrting 10 her lonely drives.
oh, no, ma'am! it's far from good i
am! The Lord knows that! Blu, little
Bit Of ncishborly kindness like thai, is what
the poor ohen does for one another, and
don, think anything OF IL. neither! To be
sure, this babes mother isn't the likes Of
me, ma'am, bu, she is far worse of than
she has been. Her husband is what they
call an accountani-a kind Of clerk, like !;
and he cam, ge, no employ. and | think
it's breaking his heart pretty ias..'
Here Mrs. Waldorf fairly buFs, into tears.
Tell me where you live,' she said, 'and
say nothing to this lady you speak Of but
come to me tomorrow, will you = and she
put n card inlo The moor woman's hand.