Kenosha tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1855, 1855-04-26
THE BATTLE OF LIFE.
By the auihorof rHR Scno ,LNAsrER OF THE Car
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I That very evening Herbert's angel was
enshrincd in bright gold frame. Mr..
Chandler had come home earlier than usu-
al. and, seeing Alice SO delighted with her
picture, had ordered the carriage, and ta-
ken her with him to a shop where she could
please her own taste. The town-councilior
was for her having very heavy, ofnamen-
tai frame; the more gold about it the bet
ter, SO he thought, and SO he told Alice;
but she was simple enough not to see the
force of her fathers observation. Alice
was only child, and therefore she might
have been excused for choosing a light
and elegant frame; for then said she, IT
will seem, papa. more as if the angel were
really flying and in the air.
Mr.. Chandler did not care much for an
gels; he had never met enc in his line OF
business, nor was there any record OF one s
ever having been in the town council; still
he tolerated this one for his daughters
sake.
After Alice had found out that her broth
ers' tutor could draw such beautiful faces,
she became more frequent visitor to the
school room; and, at last, her father hay
ing made an explicit condition that there
was to be no increase of charge, she also
became Herbert's pupil in drawing. This
was some relief to the jaded mind OF the
young man. 1t was hard work to get on.
with the young Chambers; they seemed TO
bave taken vow against all learning, and
Herbert had found out that to be an ideal
schoo;master was much more difficult than
he had supposed Little Alice, however,
was to him the bright spot as tutor, She
was as apt as her brothers were dull, and,
under the teaching of her master, progress
ed so rapidly that she could not only fol-
low his copies, but could even design fresh
subjects of her own.
Very terrible were some Of the pictures
whick little Alice drew; monsters with knit
ted brow and dishevelled hair We're hewn
down by angels and arehangels, whose
swords were flames of fire, and very sweet
were others, for she drew spirits helping on
the aged and young. and bearing up souls
to heaven, all OF which were drawn from
her own fancy. There was one thing how
ever which Herbert noticed, and that was
that the chief angel in every piece had a
1 face exceedingly like the one he had given
her.
Mr.. Cour,enay,' said little Alice one day
as she showed him picture she had been
/ atts.ts4 y1tinfs: do you believe there IS any
one in the world like that beautiful face
you drew the first day / came in? | look
at every one | meet, and | cannot see any
one like her. The most like was Il poor
gill selling roses in the streets, and coax
cd a shilling from mamma TO give her.
Mr.. Courtenay,' said the child, looking
earnestly at Kim, L think It is very wrong
for people to pull those beautiful flowers,
and bring them ia this smoky city to die
But think, said he, 'hoy sweet and le
freshng they are TO many who could other
wise never see flower. Theyare Ike God s
messengers, telling Us IN the midst Of the
hustle OF buying and selling, and amid these
| high and dmgy houses, how beautiful are
the simplest things He makes. Even the
very poor who cannot purchase them can
smell their sweet scent as they walk along;
they are like the charity we read of in the
Bible they Give hoping for nothing again :
II sometimes buy them, said Herbert. for
Imy sister, for they remind us andshere
he stopped short as though he had said too
much. ia .. ..-. -.
What do they remind you of?' asked
little Alice, and where does your sister
Hive? You never told papa you had Sis
ter; / should like to see he- very much,
and l should like her to be exactly the same
as the angel you gave me. ~
7 Herbert Courtenay looked at the child
She was only chiId-to tell her would not
be like telling others, from whom he would
receive that pity which is more calling than
contempt. Little Alice would not think
the worse of him for being poor, so he told
her all about the old manor-house, and the
tall waving trees, about the beautiful pic
lures which hung upon its walls, and then
he informed her that his mother and sister
lived with him, and that he had drawn her
ANGEL from his sisters face. For Edith,
said he, is as beautiful as an angel. and
she is very good 'afa so@
When Alice's mother heard from her all
that Herbert had said, for he had foolisbly
, Imagined that the description of the manor
house would be to his little pupil only like
some CNltT laic, SiiS rus PSStS t'''N VIZ ''''
tory of his family might have been some
what akin TO her own; she therefore deter
mined to find out, and, If possible, 10 light
, IN his heavy burden Il have known sor-
, row she said to herself-'I have known
Il what it is 10 smart under reproach and
seorn. and Mr.. Courtenay shall have any
help that | can give And such help Mrs
Chandler could well afford; her husband
did not stint her, for in his sclbShness be
looked on her as a part OF himself: ana mus
1 she could do very much out of the allow
ance which she had solely for her own use
i From Herbert, then. she drew the whole
) story of his former liie-she drew it from
him rs a woman alone can draw from the
! most reserved the story Of their woe. keep
5 from her what they Will, the story of then
roe they will bring to her!
f Mrs. Chandler asked Herbert great
: deal about his sister, and the young man
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