Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1856-12-04
please, sister Kate; Rose wants to go

too.
turned round, remember, and thought
how beautiful was the little creature coming
toward US. She was very unlike her sister
Kate. Kate was brunette, but the little
white-robed figure tripping across the mead
ow, had pale, spiritual face, and long curls
of golden hair falling to her tiny waist
There was a flush on her cheek, and look
of eager, beseeching interest in her large,
blue eyes; and she stretched her dimpled
arms toward US, and kept crying in her earn.
estness:
please, girls, wait for Rose 49,.
A look of vexation crossed Kate's face,
and she called out in a tone Of extreme irri-
liability.
sGo back, Rose, you're too little to come
Go back go back ?
Kate always had way of being minded,
and the little one put her fingers to her eyes,
and silently turned toward the house. We
hurried on in the direction of the wood, with
out giving single glance backward. I think
Kate's conscience reproached her for her sell
fshness, and l know my own pleasure was
spoiled for the afternoon. We found plenty
of strawberries red and ripe, among their
beds of leaves. There were little bue-eyed
blossoms, too, that kept reminding me of
Rosie, and I was not sorry when the sunset
shadows heightened, and we turned to go
home.
We had gone down the hill out of the
wood, and crossed several rods of the mead
ow land, when Kate said, in hoarse whis-
per: See there girls, what is that white
thing by the brock? Do you sec it?'
We saw it, and hurried toward it. 1t was
Rose. At first we thought she was dead
Scarcely seemed the faintest breath to steal
from her parted lips, aud the pulsations of
her heart were so weak you could scarcely
feel them. She was in kind of trance-like
sleep. 1t was sometime before we succeed
ed in waking her, and then her limbs SEEM
ed chilled and stiffened by the subtitle damp
ness of the meadow-land atmosphere. She
could not stand. How many times that fore
noon the little darling had begged us to
snake 4 chair for her, with our hands, and
we had answered that we couldn't stop. We
made one now. She twined her dimpled
arms about our necks, and held on very tight,
but she didn't speak, except once, and then
she only said, 'Ain't l most big enough, sis
ter kate?'
Mrs Harrington met US at the door with
a wild look of alarm. sGood Heavens, Kate
she exclaimed; whats the matter with RoseH
And taking her from our arms, she discover
ed that her clothes were almost saturated
with moisture sKate, child, why don't you
speak? Has Rose been in the water?'
No, ma'am; but she went into the mead
ow and got to sleep, and We found her there
sleeping X
oh, there were anxious hearts in Deacon
Harrington's brown house that night. Very
tenderly was the suffering little Rose era
died on her mothers breast, but not once did
she speak coherenty.. Her cheeks burned,
and her eyes sparkled with fever; her dimp-
led arms were tossed above her head, and
every little while, between her moans, she
would stretch outher lands toward some ina
ginary object, and say: please, sister Kate,
isn't Rose most big enough?
Three days passad-days of incessant
watching and weariness, and toward evening
the little Rose opened her blue eyes, after a
restless slumber. She seemed much better,
and the mother glanced hopefully up to the
kind physician bending over her.
Il cannot say she's better, madam. God
knows I wish could but Rose must die
before midnight and the tears stood in gilt
tering drops on the good mans checks.
The mothers great grief was not noisy
She quietly lifted her darling from the bed,
and sat down with her in her arms. Kate
stood by sobbing as if already the brand OF
Cain were upon her brow.
'Please, mamma, said the little one at
leugth-'am I big enough to go to Heaven?
'Ycs, darling,' was the fearful answer
Jesus loves little children.
And, mamma, do you s'pose he'll forgive
me for sitting down in the meadow to watch
Katie, when you told me I mustn't ever stay
thereW
Yes, my pet, the good Saviour will for
give you for anything, ifyou are only sorry !;
but Rosie doesn't want to go to Heaven, and
leave mother, does she?'
Il heard somebody say I must go, when I
was asleep, mother; beautiful lady. with
oh ! such white, shining wings, and she
stretched out her arms to take me, but l
didt 90. I woke up just to kiss you and
sister once more. Pleaee kiss me, Katie. Lit
tie Rose won't never be naughty any more
up in Heaven, and I'll grow big before you
come, Katie, so I can play with you up
there =,
There were tears, sighs, funeral and a
little coffin. The rosebud opened its petals
on the bosom of Jesus. The little earth
flower was sbig enough for Heaven
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