Kenosha tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1855, 1855-04-05
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there. Comel We must get out of the

sHSic' Some: VIC "h1ss get out Oh the
way
The lives of these two girls were COM
pleteIy bound up in each other. 1t had been
difficult to tellin which the sense ofdepen-
dence was greater. Kit relied on Jenny
quite as much as the blind girl did on her
The direction of their steps, the whole man
agement of their lives dcyolved on her
But Jenny was constantly taken into coun
Gil. Kit looked on her with reverence
there was no sacrifice which she woull not
have texacted of herself in Jenny's behalf.
without the least impending will of selfish
ness. No fatigue. that. endured, would
spare the child, foras such Kit regarded
her, found Kit hesitating for a moment, her
great care seemed to be that the weight Of
every burden, the force of every blow, might
fall upon herself.
Late in the winter, when the snow had
disappeared, and occasional mild DAYS re-
minded that the spring approached, the
summer prospect began to brigh ten. The
people in the country saw as vet brown
fields, and frozen brooks. and leaden skies;
but before the eyes of the wandering street
singer were constant visions, evermore
deepening in radiance and yerdure, which
the reality of the tropics might scarcely
realize. Day by day the orphans hailed
the advancing day of their departure, and
their talk ran all in the direction of their
hope. But that hope WAS to be fulfilled at
later time, and in another manner than
that they anticipated.
One dark, RAINY day, while they were
playing their liyeliest tunes, and going to-
ward window which usually was full of
children, ready to welcome them, their
progress was arrested by the appearance
of an old man at the foot Of flight OF
basement steps, who beckoned, and called
to them. -
'It's my daughter that wants you,' said
the old man, answering the question of Kit s
bright eye as they drew near, and he led
the way into the house.
When they had all gone into the room,
and the door was closed, the basement was
full. There was the stove which gave forth
a sitting heat, and an evil odor; IA cot-bed
and another made of boxes, straw, and old
bits of carpet. little table; these things,
with the poor inmates of the room, quite
filed it. .44ea III
She for whom the old man called the
singers back, was young girl, younger
than either Kit Or enny--she was his grand
daughter, and hen figure was tall, and so en-
aciated, THAT it locked above the ordinary
height of women; while the childishness OF
her features seemed struggling with the ex-
preston ofcare, anxiety and pain, which was
upon them. She was at work, her lap, and
arms and hands were fell. Weaving. and
coughing, d dying. there she was-5orn, one
would think, only to endure suffering, and
want;and dying for what who could tell? She
half rose when Kit entered the room, but
Instantly sat down again, coughing violently
so that for a few minutes she could neither
speak nor, which seemed to her the more
important thing of the two, 20 on with her
work Meanwhile. the old man drew box
near the stove. and babe the singers sit and
warm themselves.
She's poorly to-day said he. looking
anxiously toward his granddaughter. while
with his trembling hands he stirred the fire
afresh. She's heard you sing in the streets,
Jane has. l called after you the last time
you was this way, but you didn't hear
Sing up CHEEKY now, for Jane. Make her
lively, if you can, girls. III pay you for it,
Kit, to whom he addressed himself in
speaking. rose without word, and took
her stand beside the organ, and Jenny sang
her best songs; and the sick girl listened till
she forgot her pain, and the old man, watch
full of her, saw the pleased and cheerful ex-
l. Il 4 IL.
delight.
Hear her. sing without me, said Kit.
the organ is too loud for the ROOM and
obcdicnsly Jenny sang alone, and Kits
quick eyes observed the effect, and deep
satisfaction and loving pride appeared up
on her face. ea
Blinds? asked the old man of Kit. Kit
bowed
That's life, too, returned he in another
tone, aside, rubbing his withered old hands
together, as if in satisfaction at the addi-
tional proof his theory had received. Then
taking up his work, which was also mat
weaving, he busted himself again. Kit look
ed at his furrowed face, white hair, and
wre,ched garments, and sharp misgiviny
flashed across her mind but her attention
was drawn away by the voice of Jane, who
was trying to express her thanks to Jenny
for her song. 7fi
when they were about TO go. the old man
offered them money, but Kit promptly de-
clined it. i want you TO come every day,
said he expostulating. and you live by your
trade. don't you?. I've got money to spare,
and tpleases Jane to hear you. Lots of mon
ey. But / Amt afeared of robbers. He! he!
Come, what are you standing off for?'
Kit looked at Jenny. She thought of the
country, and she took the money.
Every day, remember the old man call
ed after them.
Yes" they answered together, and SO de-
parted. -e...-
And every day. thro' storm and sunshine,
the two girls found their way to the den OF
the weaver If the weather was fine, they
took their stand upon the sidewalk above,
and played and sang together, but beside
this they wen: within also, and Jenny sang
alone to Jane. Often, so often. that itcould
not have been accidentally on the part Of the
entertainers. the singers found them at late