Kenosha tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1855, 1855-05-24

back TO you with her child; do not send her
away, for she has come back only to die,
know that he would open his arms and
say, with all his own tenderness, Ellen, my
darling and when rushed into them his
tears would drop as fast AS his kisses used
to on the forehead of his child. His heart
is proud and self wiiled, but know it well;
there is fountain there very far down,
whose waters will never dry up-it is his
love of his child
And how much would it cost for you TO
reach him. asked Mrs Strong, with fresh
shower of tears, as the beautiful invalid sank
exhausted on the pillow.
just thirty dollars, AMI | cannot raise
one of it, o, tits not for myself that care,
but for him! In little while he will be
motherless. She pointed to the golden head
that lay close to her heart, and Mrs. Strong
felt that hcr prophecy was a true one, as
she looked on those & lassy eyes, on the
sharp features, and the hectic hollow in
eithercheek; for she knew il vas the mourn
ful chirosraphy of consumption.
Thirty dollars! how | wish had il! how
gladly l would give it to herl' soliloquized
little Mrs. Strong the next morning. as she
drew the white coverlet over her slumber-
ing babe and printed a light kiss on the
sweet cheek, fair AS q half ripened peach
blossom, as it broke over the snowy pillow.
Suddenly the mother started, and caught
her breath at the thought that had flashed
into her mind In one corner eff the little
cupboard over the mantle-piece was bro
ken teal urn, and in that broken tea-urn
carefully wrapped upin brown paper, were
the thirty dollars she had been so long and
diligently earnin y-the thirty dollars size
had consecrated to her new sofa. The lit
lie woman rose up and walked the room in
hurried, perpexed manner; her cheek
was flushed and her brow was plated, and
the blue eyes o. the angels looked down in
to her heart as she walked round the kitch-
en-. I've thought SO much about that So
fa,' she murmured to herself I've dream
ed about it at night, till it really seemed as
if I'd got it, setup snugly in the parlor, and
now it will be so hard 10 give it up and
the tears sparkled in her bright eyes. I'd
so set my heart upon it. But, then, there s
that poor, dying woman and her iitlle help
less boy-supposingi it was my Mary, now
and the young mother turned to the cradle
and gazed. with overlooking eyes, mo-
ment on the sweet sleeper there.
She did not hesitate any longer. Size
went to the cupboard and took down the
/ broken ,ea-urn, and the blue eyes OF the
: argri> grew full ef Il ssht----
An hour later Mrs. Strong entered the
chamber where Mrs. Gregory was lying
She carried a small tray in one hand, and
thesmoke was rolling like a cloud of incense
about the mouth of the tea pot, and the toast
looked very tempting, as it lay floating in
It's ocean OF fresh milk. There WAS a sau-
Ger of mince meat for Willie, too. No won
der his eyes grew bris ht when he looked
on it.
! Now let me fix your pillows nicely. so
you can eatit atyour ease said Mrs. Strong
in her kind, busting way. There's the fire
too, must brighten that up little. /
knew 'twouldn't go out; trust me for keep
ing FIRE all night. Slept better, did you,
after left?'
Willie. when you get through with your
breakfast, if your mothers willing, won't
. you run over and sit by the cradle? Mary'n
be awake before long. and you can play
with her, you know, till l come back
Mrs. Gregory, Mrs. Strong
had come close to the bedside and was play
ing with her apron string in kind OF awk-
ward manner-'vou said, last night, that
thirty dollars would take you to your faith
er. Well, | happened to think this morn
lns had Just that sum on hand, and as I've
no special. that is. no necessary use for it,
why you'll be welcome to 1t, so here it is,
and she laid the roll of bills on the bed
/ The bright eyes OF the lady wandered
! from the money to tie glowing face of the
little woman, as though she did not at first
comprehend her. At last the blessed truth
broke into her mind. She could not speak
! her gratitude; but the look of those ewes
was autographed forever in Mrs. Strong s
memory, as the lady Srasped her hand and
sobbed-
God will reward you for this, and 10,
II ne will but spare my lfe!
%. my dear madam, you mustn't think
Of 1t! Starting to day in your state of health!
II have you removed over to oar house,
and in tes days
4 may have taken my last journey. Mrs.
Strong. [ beg you will not Illustrate me in
this. What | do must be done quicklv.-
My days are numbered; and if do not 90
to him now | shall never 30. Will you aid
little more to the great debt which | al
ready owe you, by securing ms AMI Willie
passages in the next stase?'
And Mrs. Strong looked on that pale,
pleading face and yielded.
John, did you not hear my orders? 1
Will see no one this morning
The old man looked up from his writing
desk with dark frown, and the sunIigbt'
that came IN rosy smiles through the heavy
damask curtains, looked very nournfuI as
it tangled itself with his gray hairs.
But the lady. sir; she will not be refused
and she looked SO white and strange
'Father!'
What cry that was! 1t walled along
the lofty walls. and The servant grew pale
and the old man sprang from his seat. She