Kenosha tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1855, 1855-05-17

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with little nervous agitation, still visible
in her face. i know the cry Of the wind
1t never makes a sound like that. There,
and she chung to him quivering like deat
leaf, don't you hear it?'
He certainly did hear something tina
sounded like the cry of a child, and now i
did not die away, as it had when his wife
had noticed it, with single sob. but length
ented into screams. But how it could sounc
so near, or whence it came, was mystery
for the house stood then far away from any
other house--but it was child's cry, tina
was certain.
rI'll GO and see, said he summoning cour
age to his somewhat faint heart, and he
turned to the door. His wife followed close
and fast on his steps. As he withdrew the
little slip Of wood that fastened the latch
there was not then a bolt or lock in the
town-and opened the door, a bundle, so il
seemed, though of what it was hard to guess
fell into the room with q heavy, lifeless
sound. The wind blew white sheet over
it, ere they again could fasten the latch.-
Half horror, half wonder-struck, they drag
ged the coarse blanket to the hearth and
unrolling it, discovered woman and child;
the latter struggling to free itself from its
many wrappers and screaming with all Its
might; the former mo ii less as a
corpse, with lips as ashy, and cheeks as
sunken. Half an hours charity to the babe,
who seemed to have seen a twelve-month,
completely revived it, and it lay on its pill
low with its little white feet stretched to the
fire, as happy as love could have made it,
cooling as sweetly as though nesting on a
mothers warm bosom. But it took longer
to bring back a pulse to its pale protector,
and many time did the good Samaritans
turn from her, leaving the sheet ov-
er her as we cover a corpse. But sigh,
so faint that it seemed dying breath, at
length encouraged them. and they applied
restoratives until satisfied that she would
yet live.
But it was many weary day ere she CO d
leave her bed. When at last she stole from
it, and sat up in the old lady's rocker, and
lulled her baby with old songs, she seemed
to her watchers more like a spirit, than a
sick sad stranger. But gradually through
their tender nursing she recovered strength,
and not only tended her child, but assisted
the old lady in many of her domestic duties.
but she said very little--less than they could
have wished--for in their hearts they long
to know her story They knew she was a
sinner. knew it by the meek penitent way
in which she hung her head when they read
the Bible, at morn and night. They knew
it by the stained face she raised to them az
ter each prayer. But they loved her all
the more. or rather were all the kinder to
her. And, though she revived memories
that it was agony to bear, they folded her
to their affections as they would their own
lost lamb had she not gone ere they could
reach her. The winter passed and still the
stranger fingered, filing with her little one
small place in the house, but large one
in each aged heart One bright golden
spring morn after assisting in the morning,
as had become her habit, she went into the
bed room with her babe, and soon reap
peared wrapped in the same coarse gar
ments they had worn on that frosty night
Of their arrival.
"Give her one kiss, grandma, and you,
grandpa, sail she, holding the child first
to one, and then to the others wrinkled
faces, "aid now, father, mother--do lei
me call you so this once, give the unwcd-
ded mother one and we will so. and wher'
ever l 60 shall pray for you, and she will
be taught to pray for you too, and she rush
ed wildly to The door.
They stopped her, caught her child and
| pleaded with her to stay. "Be TO us still
what you have been. SO ong-our daugh,
ter, and do not take from us our darling ba.
by, we should die without her.
Great tears gathered on the still pale
brow, while tears rushed down her cheeks,
and her lips quivered with fearful agony
She wrung her hands, she beat her heart,
she dashed her lmbs--she seemed like one
who is half mad. "Give me the child one
moment" she exclaimed and clasping il
wildly to her bosom, she bathed its smiling
face, with drops wrungfrom its keenest woe,
then kissed it passonately and held it out
to them. Both stretched their hands, and
the little one, with an equal love, gave tc
the one its right, and to the other its left
hand, and upheld between them. crowed
and screamed in baby's joyful glee.
"She is the child of sin," said the moth
er, with solemnity that awed for mo-
ment the carol of her baby. "the child OF
sin, but herself pure and holy as the off
spring of a welded tic. Will you keep hel
SO if leave her here. If she goes with
me, she will not long be an angel, unless.i in
deed, God take her; would he had taker
her mother when she was as young! L
she stays with you she may ever be one
Will you keep her? and she screamed the
words into their ears as though she would
have made their very Utmost nerves awak
en-.
we will, we will, said they, 'and more
we will keep you too. Stay with us. stay
You shall be to us daughter-replace the
one we have lost; we will be your parents
1t shall be home to US four " / cannot, ,
said she wildly. your daughter was 6
stainless girl am dyed in sin, and she
shook in agony.
And so did those she spoke to and tear
as hot as those that had scalded her face
now flooded theirs. A while they wept n
though their hearts would break; then gath
cred calmness, and while the old lady clasp