Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1855-01-05
No 9atrifitc of lDrinfiplri


perished. But, my children, Mrs. Robin.
iEson is poor. While you are SO cherished
and happy here in this comfortable house.
and this bleak cold night, are gathered
around this warm fire, think of Charley
Robinson and his mother Charley has
bad no Christmas; there is no new Years
for him for his father may be at the bot
tom OF the sea. His mother is poor, and
his little sister l fear must die. Jobnl--
Mrs Robinson has no money 10 pay the
doctor. Shall stay at home to nightl' s
"No, Father" exclaimed John eagerly
"go and see her. aud you may take my half
dollar. $50 Itr .ier.i -rs' a- ts's-g.e
"And mine," said Mary 90 lrl Ha
"Ano .Ly cake" said Ellen. sb.FHq
"And buy Charley a rocking horse, said
Willie. rsd
"Come childeren," said Mrs. Warton,
"James shall load the hand sled with W ood,
and carry blanket and quilt l will fill
a basket with something for supper, and
perhaps we can make them com mfortable."
But Johnny" asked the doctor, "why
do you stand so still, while the others are
SO busy in getting something for the poor
family ?"
al was thinking, father" replied Master
johnny, "of what we said just now-that
our Saviour rent about doing good; and
that it would be more Ike Him il we could
go as well as send. Mayn't go father!"
"Certainly. my son." sr
"And father, may I go" asked Mary,
placing her hands in her fathers, and Civ
ing him most beseeching look.
"lts bleak. cold night" said the doc
tor. "nost too cold for my Mary, l fear; but
ask your mother" vffsf
Mrs. Warton hesitated, but, it was bul
Cor moment. She knew that Mary could
be made comfortable for q short ride, and
she was unwilling to lose so good an oppor
tunity for, teaching her practical charity.
And now. while Mrs. Warton and the
children are filling the large basket, and
James, the hired man, is loading the sled
and Mary and John are mufi1ing themselves
for the ride, we will go to the other FIRE.
side.
Far out in the suburbs, on an open field
where the wind has full sweep this dismal
stormy night. stands al old house, which
families who cannot afford to pay rent, have
one after another deserted, which would be
tenantless now, but Mrs. Robinson can find
no other shelter. Within that house, lit
tie boy is laying the last stick upon the fire
place, and tear is trickling down his cheek
which he quickly wipes away; in the cor
ner of the room is low bedstead, the COW
ering of which once was good, but though
clean is ragged and worn now. There lay
the sick girl; and her mother. kneelng at
the bedside, was holding in one hand those
of her daughter, and with the other was
pressing her forehead. The wind roared
without, and as it swept by. the drifting
snow beat against the rattling windows, and
the Pickering flame from the hearth was
ihe only light in that dwelling.
"She's dying. my daughter is dying
sobbed the mother. And the boy ran to
the bedside. He had tried to restrain his
tears before. for fear of grieving bis moth
er; but he wept bitterly now "
"Sarah, my child, my darling" she al
most shrieked, "must you die now, and here
in this cold, cold spot, and your father nev-
er see you aga;n? o, Heavenly Father.
let this cup pass from me but not my will
but thine be done ?" a' 'r
A cold sweat was on the brow of the lit.
tie sufferer, but still her eyes were bright,
and fixed upon her parent, her lips moved
and she said "mother!"
The sound of sleigh bells was heard al
the door. . . -. ts.
Somebody is coming!" said Charley as
he ran to the window.
sis it papa ?" asked the dying girl.
"No. mol don't say it, my child" said tn,
mother, "you are dying and will meet pap'
in Heaven" .s..t .........7 .l. l.'
The door opened, and DR.. Warton enter
cd with Mary and John, and the good pas
tor, Mr.. Wilford, all loaded with clothes
and provision.
"Bless you'll God bless you'll" exclaimed
Mrs. Robinson, "bless you for coming q
this hour, my sweet girl is dying"
The doctor walked up TO the bedside AM
taking her hand in his. said: ''o'
Il am afraid che is" t, s.
II kne " it | knew itl'' said the mother
and she threw herself upon the bed by he
child. 30, if it could be SO; if your fathe
could but be living now, and come to clos
your eyes, my darling Pray for us, pra
for us, Mr.. Wilford, for my Sarah is dyinI
now"
And the group all weeping kneeled dow
while the rector offered fervent prayer {
Him who doth not affict willingly the chA
dren Of men. As the amen was responde,
loud knock was heard at the door.
at is James with the wood" said th
doctor: and Johnny ran to open the door.
"Softly, softly" said John, as James be
gan to stamp the snow from his boots.
"There is gentlemen here" said james
"who got me to show him the way TO Mr.
Robinson's" ' ta
A stranger entered, and looking for a
instant round the room, said: N'-
"Is this your home while am rich ?"
1t was but moment. and husband an
wife were clasped in each others arms
The shock was too great; Mrs Robinso
swooned; and for while serious fears wer
entertained lest. under the circumstances Q
her protracted suffering. her mental angus
and the suddenness of her husbands re
turn, she might be overcome beyond tn
means Of restoration. But no sooner hat
she begun to revive, than the doctor callet
the attention of the parents to the condition