Kenosha tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1855, 1855-01-25
= From the Ladies' Enterprise
THE LITTLE FRUIT GIRL.
By NANCY NErTLE.

4" INFORMATION WANTED OF the poor little girl
wboussd to set on the steps yonder, with few
lczenges for sale.-lLsdies' Enterprise, Nov, list.
When the sky grew dark, and The storm
beat loud, that gentle child returned to the
desolate home Of herinvalid mother The
small roomwas damp and chill The sickIy
mould had fast gathered on the walls; and
all the surroundings of the sick couch re-
minded her of the chill touch Of the dread
conqueror, that would soon she felt, spread
deeper, darker desolation O er thespot. A
The shades of night deepened the gloom
ofpoverty and sorrow. The faint voice of
the invalid greeted the ears of the di sconso-
late chlld, as she entered the door a g
Louise, my poor Louise, come to my bed
side. IT'S cold and dark. Is my darling
warm? She has been long gone. But she
will stay with me now My7child, tits hard
to leave you'll hard. o h, to leave you
thusp as5 81 hg~EH gsfi8saW 5ftsea plasl1 avi
With heart almost stllled in its unut!er-
able woe, Louise lighted the last candle in
the house, and hastily approached the bed.
Cold and white as the sheetthat enwrap-
ped her, she found the sufferer She threw
her arms wildly around the shivering form,
and clasped her in long embrace
| Mother said she at length, scan you
taste the orange | have brought yois2 Can
you drink this cordial that good lady gave
me? aQuick quick! drink, dear mother, it
will warm you.' And she placed the vial
to the rigid lips. aiua sna ha# aaaa osl
With eagerness the invalid swallowed the
contents, and sank back exhausted t
Gold! cold! My mother to die with cold
and hunger! O, it cannot, must not bel /
will consume the last article of our house,
hold for fuel!' Ih -
n She caught the rickety table and wrench-
ed il into many pieces; and by aid of few
chips. which she had brought home in her
apron, she soon made a sparkling, cheerful
fire upon the hearth. A kettle was filed
with water and hung over the blaze, which
soon sent forth cheering song ats
With flannel dipped into the warm wa
ter, she commenced chatting the icy hands
and arms, that lay motionless outside the
frail covering of the bed. She bathed the
face neck and breast of the sleeper, rubbed
with quick motion the limbs and feet of
that apparently iifeless parent, till at last,
with a wild thrill ofjoy, she perceived that
warmth was returning rapidly to those
limbs: these tender palms; the feet; the
stemples-joy! JOY unspeakeblel
A faint smile came to the Iips-a tint to
the cheek of the sick one. Her large eyes
opened full upon the face Of her tender
nurse. Ar f@a @sHG lsET u 8H8haaQ
5 My child she sai9 family, 4 am b ct
ter. For your sake would live yet longer
D, for one little morsel of suitable noursh-
ment for my fainting system. Butwe have
never begged-can you Cow? My child a
beggarl o., God, thy will be done!' ie
Mother, mother, have courage. God
will help us. will fly from house to house,
until find some gentle heart and liberal
hand. You shall not die for food.a 1 viii
soon be back--and think, dear mother i
shall bring you somethingnice. Some tea,
and "A chicken for broth--or something else
as good ~ $500
God help you my angel child said the
mother, as Louise darted through the low
door. s. 'ss''s .@ "'' 'A'.o
Twas the eallies. dawn Of morning.
Few shops were yet open-the streets were
still quiet. Here and there servant was
seen sweeping the walks. or cleaning the
door steps. p s e slsAssll 7iS.
Louise approached the first she saw,
and begged her for the love of heaven, to
give her something delicate for her dying
mother. s7Aa org g $3.50 aa4 e
The dying don't eat was the answer
she received. And the busy, hcartless SER.
want turned away. i'fe0@
oh she exclaimed. somebody will list
ento me-somcbody will bekind to the poor
and sufferingp
Alas! she was again and again rudely re-
pulsed. Suddenly, asthe actual fear Of be-
ing unsuccessful came upon her mind with
its deadening blight, she sank down upon
the cold stones and weptin agony tina, she
could not control.
just then soft voice, from window
above her head, called M
'Phebe, what ais the child? Why do
you not listen to her? You may know she
is suffering. The lazy and INDECENT are net
wontto be abroad at this early hour. Bring
her into the kitchen, and keep her till l
come down
Not long did Louise wait. A sweet, pen
sivc girl of about sixteen made her appear.
ance. q s
How gentle, how angelic she looked, in
her simple morning robe, scarcely adjusted
her tangled ringlets, all uncombed, floatcG
in disorder about her shoulders.
what ails you, poor child? she asked in
manner SO natrcnly that Phebe smiled.
as she looked from one to the other, and
wondered, which was the youngest child
of the two. a%
In few words Louise told her story
begging her benefactress not to detain her,
as every moment seemed to bear her desti- |
ny on its wings. @ = ss
i will not detain YOU said the young |
lady. 'Phehe-the chickens we were to |
have for breakfast-bring them quick
But my master
Quick. never mind; willhelp you make
the broth some nice tea; and, Phebe, FL
a basket with all the deIicacies you can find |
Hasten. and win give you new dress for
Christmas
She is little impostor, Annie. and you
shall not aid her. on the strength of her
own story, interrupted middle aged lady
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