Kenosha tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1855, 1855-04-05
KEN0sHA, WIS, THURSDAY APRIL 5, 1856.


by unanswered; the winter hung on long. and
when spring actually came with bad and
blossom, warm smiles, and gentle breathing
she was not in condition TO be moved,
though the tcnderest care had striyen to
effect it. x
Some change took place meanwhile inthe
singers way Of life. They had made reno,
val from the little lonely room they had in
habted, to another adjoining the basement
occapied by the old man and Jane. They
did not now go out into the streets as for
merly. on all days. in all weather. Jenny
had learned to weave, and in the evenings
she ard Kit worked on the mats, aud days
storm likewise they remained under shell
ter. Even in fine weather, Kit not unfre-
quently went alone, or accompanied the old
man en- his round, leaving Jane and Jenny
together.
Strange were the themes of conversation
on which these young girls ventured-al-
most as wonderful to Jenny was the pro-
ject which she and Kit had in prospect. as
that to which the consump tive looked for
ward. They could not -nlighten one an
other--Jane had never been in the country,
JENNY had never looked on death.
One day. when they were alone, Jenny
said suddenly to the invalid. after long
bordering on remark dropped by her as
she YEARLY continued her labor
You say you are going away soon. Co.
ing to die. What is that? | knew some
children once who used to play with me
every day. Butthey stopped coming, and
| heard that they were dead. They went
away somewhere, and we never heard of
them after that
I'll tell you all know about it, said
Jane, slowly. Everybody goes away, as
you call it--gets dead One thing and an
other carries 'em off. Fever, or a hurt, or
a cough. used to be strong girl You
could no more have carried me in your arms
than you could lamp post. But you could
do it now, easy. It's the cough. We've
tried to stop it. Grandfather has paid out
oceans Of money. He's almost killed him :
self of setting up nights and working and
tramping about days, to sell, for to get
money formedicines. And every kind we
tried, it seemed TO do good for little while
though I've been getting worse all the
time. Pve stopped taking anything now.
Where's the good? He puts the bottles
here by me when he goes out-but if l
took the stuff, he'd buy more, audit moth
ing bat Ike throwing money in the street
I'm a dying-that's what they call it
every day more and more so. Pretty soon
it will be all overland when you speak to
me, there wont be any answer, and then
III be buried: and what'll become of grand
father then. if Kit and you forsake him?--
It's what Te worked my fingers. to the
bone, to keep him from tho fooor-house.--
What do you suppose sent you here, you
two, so cheerful ana pleasant, 10 such dis
NAL hole as this? Though, to be sure, for
the fortune you may be poor enough.
oh. we come in, you know, when your
father called us back. said Jenny, answer
ing the question that was asked, but not
the thought that was in the head of the
questioner.
Are you going to leave my father?
asked Jane, suddenly bre aking awayfrom
the harrassing doubt.
Kit never will, if you speak the word, l
know, it isn't in her. said Jenny, positively
III Kit says thing, she means it. She
where is it you are going to? can you see?
does anybody know? Oh, if l could open
my eyes minuep
What good would that do? it'sas though
we shut our eyes and jumped-nobody
knows
Amt you afraid?' asked Jenny in low
whisper.
Afraid Of wha.?' said Jane But she
drew her chair nearer TO the box On which
Jenny sat, and leaned forward, spreading
her thin hands above the stove, looking
down with solemn face upon her. It's on
ly what goes on every day. / don't know
AS am saw my brother, he died here
in that bed. he was asleep and never wax
ed up. That seemed pleasant for him and
he looked happy
Here, after he was gomez asked Jenny,
Yes This question seemed TO place
the matter in some new light before the
mind of Jane We buried him out 10
Observation-Disclosures and have been there
twice, it's a long way Off WAS dreadful
tired the last time. Oh, it's so beautiful
and stil--to think of my lying down there
to rest in such place as that!'
But it's in the ground, aint ite is it there
nlways that you stay? Don't you wake
up? what happens? what was it heard?'
A long silence followed the question but
at length reluctantly, though with an aw
full soemnitv, came the answer, Jane had
found for herself in her own silent question
ings upon these things.
After my brother died used to go
sometimes to a church not far off, and l
heard there what becomes of us. I've tried
to believe tit SCENE worth believing
and there don't seem to be anything else
for US. They say that people, good peo
pie 90. after they're dead, from this world
to another, and there we have another father
to take care of us, if we're good, you knows
And he's the enc they ask for things
broke in Jenny, eagerly.
Yes, answered Jane. with fresh conf
dence-for in the glowing face ofJenny she
seemed TO read an assurance which no words
of Jenny could give. 'Andit's there we shall
be angels. and with the angels, and have
wings-oh. Jenny sometimes, but for poor
old father, would have cried out to be ia
ken, I've suffered SO. He was SO kind-but
if I'd had mother to care-but-may be
- 49, Il,