Kenosha tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1855, 1855-03-22


in the door step or walked in the court sing
ing the songs her quick ear had caught, oil
the street organists, telling the children tales
of life as it went on in her imagination to her
isolated fancy.
TWAS strange to observet hecontrol which
she exercised over such of the wild elements
AS ragged around her when they came into
close contact with her. Unanghtoi others.
the only lessons she could impart were such
as the instincts of her heart prompted. The
notion that there was something in her au-
thorily which twas quite impossible to with
stand, which they were under some obliga
ton 10 obey, seemed to prevail among the
children generally. When she sang. silence
regned thoughout the group Of listeners
clamorous voices sofiened when they adj
dressed her or each other in her hearing.
Her blindness seemed to have made room
for the large endowment of a commanding
sense unknown to them, which ruled them.
She was the general depository of the
troubles of the elder children. and certainly
the wisest counsellor they could have found,
for she could share and sympathize with
them in their Affections, and tho she could
not AID them to escape, nor knew if such a
thing were possible, she could bring them
up to an endurance OF their fate.
There was no positive beauty in the blind
girls face-by no possible rendering could
the word have been made to apply to her
but the deprivation OF sight had tended to
produced the developementofyearsa some
what startling countenance. Il had known
besides greater changes than the mere pas
sage of years might seem to warrant; the
anxious, intense, lmploringexpression which
once appeared there, vanished, as time went
on. That had grown upon her childish fca-
lures as the greatness ofthe idea OF her loss
was forced upon her, but it had disappear
ed again; resignation Was in its rlace, and
the repose Of her countenance was sad
thoughtfulness, the calm of knowledge, lin !.
tied tho that might be, rather than, us once,
of Inconsistencies. The batiied spirit with
in, which once seemed constantly on the "a
lert to make its escape into the light of day,
the presence of human beings, the activity
Of uuobstructed life, had in some measure
yielded obedience 10 the Omnipo;ent. Peace!
be still which came to her ALSO tho whence
or how she could not tell, or know
1t was after the knowledge of her blind
ness had been unfoldedt to the mind of Jenny,
that the Irish girl named Kit came under
her influence.
Kit a street beggar, an impulsve, pas
sionate child, always in difficulty, quarrel
some, ugly, Interchangeable. Her home was
one OF utter misery. Fiyhtngand bloodshed
4 I.
ness constituted the portion to which she
was born. 1t was not the school best adapt
ed to the Development OF Kits s!umbering
virtues; on the contrary, every worst quail
!y Of her nature was called inio open exer
else, and so grew and strengthened. Only
when her tired feet climbed to Jenny's cor
ncr, and she sat down i'll the quiet place be-
side tie blind girl! and shared her crusts
with her, only in such moments did she eK-
perience the joys Of peace and security; in
HE streets she was dauntless and prepared,
literally, to fight her way thro' whatever OBJ
structons. but here, and only here, when
night came down on avenue and alley, sit
ting beside her blind friend. listening TO her
song or story, did she feel the trus;lul love
and confident repose which the young child
of better fortune seeks in his mothers arms,
when night finds him tired of play.
The friendship had begun without pros
pect or apparently inducvment to continu
ance and progress. The singing voice of
Jenny attracted Kit one night, and she stop
ped 10 listen when on way tothe place where
her parents lived. The influence of the
singers face was deeper and more abiding
than her song. It haunted Kit, as the face
of Ma lonna haunts the memory of youth
full artist. Day after day, she paused to
look upon it, sometimes without exchanging
word with Jenny. but oftener to lay in her
hand some token of the fruits of her days
labor. And 1t was but short time ereJenny
could detect Kits footfall-from The first
time that hersmiling and expectsntf face gave
an indication of the fact, Kit loved the blind
girl--and in her heart adopted her.
Jenny. however, was not the sole recipi
ent Of the good iirtiueaees arising from this
friendship. Physically Kitwa much strong
er than her sister in misfortune In spite Of
exposure in all seasons, insufficient and poor
food and raiment, she vas developing in
strength and resources of defence; but Jen-
ny became in some sense her protector by
occupying The place OF counsellor, even while
in turn, she derivedfro the contagious in
fluence of Kits free speech and movement,
her bravery and decision, courage activity.
both of brain and body.
Love is the pivot on which the whole world
of fiction turns only because it is the central
thous int of al! true being. The lofiest ideal
ofinvenive genius is but the reconstruction
of created elements Love is the centre of
the universc-itis God. It's the centre also
of all real human life. 1t is the point around
which ali social JOY and harmony revolves;
from it radiates, as from the central sun,
the purest light that can enlighten family or
state. or world. The redemption of the
world is the tenderest evidence given oflove
by Divinity; and consequently, its mostp
feet evolution in humanity is found in the
sympathy of brotherhood. What great, what
living soul but seeks the redemption, not es-
cape, Of its brother from the evil that is in
the world.
These poor tenants Of the alley gave in
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