Kenosha tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1855, 1855-05-03
If sharp poverty and bitter suffering.

Tue IIgnb lnat DfOke INTO IDe Ittie CaFeWCTn
face was beautiful to behold. Il was almost
sure it must be when the gentleman called
your name, and you looked just as Willy
said you did. o, sir, l looked, and watched,
and waited for you so many long days, that
had almost given up hoping.
Poor child, Ihave been cut of town. or
would have come TO you as promised. But
where is Willy, now? and what do you want
with me?' l was nigh well ashamed after
asked the question, her poverty answered
it so plainly.
%. sir, Willy is very sick, and his face
looks so white and strange lately. l fear he
is going home to mother sometimes. You
see got better after you sent me the cakes
and oranges, and Willy bought esome me-
dicine with the money you gave us, and we
paid the rent three months, so the woman
letus stay there But one day about month
ago, Willy wrs out all day in the cold rain
sellingpapers, and he's so altered now you'd
scarcely know him. But he's wanted to see
you so badly and he talks about in his sleep,
and for the last two orthree days he's grown
almost wild about it, an so I've been keep
ing watch for you all day, and | could not
bear TO 60 home at night, for Willy would
spring up in the bed, and cry on: so loud,
Nelly, have you seen him?' and when |
shook my head he would lie down with such
look, that would 90 off in one corner and
cry, it made my heart ache SO to see it. But
now, Willy will be so glad; Q, sir, won't you
go and see hiu?'
Il see Hattie, that your eyes are growing
moist with tears, and ifyou could have heard
the simple, touching pathos with which that
child told told that story, you would have
answered as did, Yes, Nelly Twill gonow.'
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willy, Willy, I've bro't himl I've bro't
him' The little hand that guided me so
carefully up the dilapida.ed stairway, was
withdrawn as the little girl broke into that
old attic chamber, her eager, joyful tones
making the old bare walls ring again--1've
brought him. I've brought him'
The dying daylight looked with sweet,
solemn smile into the room, whose entire des-
titution one glance revealed to me. | had
not time for another for child head was
lifted from miserable matrass in one cor
ner. l came forward, pair of attenuated
arms were stretched out, and those large
burning eyes were fastened on my face a
moment as tho life or death depended on
their testimony.
Yes, yes, knew you would come at last.
and the little cold arms were wrapped around
my neck. %, have watched, and prayed
and hoped so long and il seemed as if you
would never come, but | knew you would
to-day, for last neght mamma came to me,
looking SO beautiful, with the flowers woven
all around her head, and white robe flow
sweetly, and said, MY little Willie, he will
come to you tomorrow, and his coming will
be signal, for then too shallcome for you.
My tears were falling fast on the boys
brown curls, but sharp pang reached my
heart as he spoke these words. No, no,
Willy, you were only dreaming said, as
lifted up my head and looked at him anx-
iouslv. One glance intothe rigid face told me
enough--the mother had come for her child.
Bend down quick, murmured the boys
white lips. Nelly will be alone when leave
her, for there's nobody to take care of her,
you see, and want to give her to you. You
are SO kind and good, | know you will take
care of her and never let her suffer; Il mann
MA and will look down from our home in
heaven and bless you for it all, and may be
we shall come some time to take you TO us.
You will promise me this, won't you?-
quick, for cannot see you, and his glazing
eyes wandered over my face.
Yes, Willy, promise it to God, your
mother in heaven, and to you,' answered
solemnly.
Nelly, you have heard what he said-he
will lake care of you. Kiss me once more
little sister. There, there mother has come
for me. Good bye. The little cold fingers
sought our hands and drew them together
"a smile wandering over the stark, rigid
face, and the last lightof that May day look
ed into that bare attic, where the beautiful
clay was lying on the cold matrass.
%, sir, is he dead?' questioned Nelly, with
her large pathetic eyes wandering from the
dead face to my own.
MY looks answered her, for my lips could
not.
willy. Willy, come back, come back to
me- she cried out in voice whose exceed
ing anguish will haunt my heart till it has
grown cold as the one that then lay beneath
me, and little Ellen Evans lay senseless as
her brother, in my arms.
Two days later, in pleasant part Of the
cemetery, the May violets were turned aside
and a child's coffin laid beneath them.
For nine spring times have they laid their
crimson mantle over his bright head. and
the shadow Of marble monument has fallen
softly over them. Upon this is sculptured a
beautiful child, and an angel with outspread
wings is bending over him and pointing up
ward. Underneath is craven, His mother
came for him at twilight
1t was with me subject Of much per-
plexity where to place the lovely child, whom
always felt, Providence had especially con-
6ded to my care. was all on earth she had
to love, and as time bro't its soothing balm
to her heart, the whole affection of her deep,
warm nature was poured upon me, and even
then, with the exception of yourself, she
lay close within the foldings Of my heart.
For little while placed her in the coun-
try, among simple people; whose curiosity
would be readily appeased, for | was ex-