Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1856-04-02

light kIndled like dark tame m her eyes,
and the hectic burned IN The hoIl,,w oi g.
ther creek, bright as Daaascuc rose, =
know if could see him--f could go in
suddenly, pale and dying. with sny chiil
by my side-if ! should put out my arm,
and cry, Father, it is yonr Ellen-ihc FL
len that sat every night by your side. ani
was held every morning to your heart, and
she has come back only to die,' know
that he would open his arms and say, with
all his old tenderness, Ellen. my darling
and when | rushed into them, his tears
would drop as fast as kisses used to on the
forehead of his child His heart is proud
and selfwilied, but kno@St well there
is fountain there very far down, whose
waters viii never dry up-it is his love for
his child"
'And how much would il cost for you
to reach him p asked Mrs. St our, with a
fresh shadow of tears, as the beautiful in-
valid sank exhausted on the pillow
Just thirty dollars, and cannot raise
one of it, o, it is for him! In liz
tie while he will bemotherless.' She point
ed to the golden head that lay close to her
heart, ani Mrs S;rong felt that her proph-
ccy was true one, as she looked on those
CLASSY eyes, on the sharp features, and the
hectic hollow in either check for she knew
it was the mourufu chirography of con-
sumption.
"Thirty dollars! how 1 wish had it
how gladly | would give it to her." solilo-
quiz little Mrs St ong the next morning,
as she drew the white coverlet over her slum.
bering babe and printed light kiss on the
sweet check, fair As half ripcnd peach
blossom as il broke over the snowy pillow.
Suddenly the mother started, ani caught
her breath at the Thought that had flashed
into her mind. In Que corner Of the little
cupboard over the mautle piece, was bro
ken tea-urn, and in that broken tea-urn,
carefully wrapped up in brown paper, were
the thirty dollars she hal been SO long and
dill emily earning-the thirty dollars she
had cousecratcd to her new sofa The lit
tie woman rose up and walked the room
in a hurried, perplexed manner her check
was flushed, and her brow was plated, and
the blue e,es of the angels louked down in
to her heart. a she walkei round the kitcl
en-. "I've thought so mnch about that So
fy," she murmercd to herself, I've dream
ed about it at night, till il really seemed
as if I'd got it sct in the parlol, and now
it will be so har / TO give ii up, and the
fears sparkled in her bright eyes al u
SO set my heart upon it. But. then, there's
that poor, dying woman, and her little
helpless boy-suprosing it was my Mary,
now?'' and the young mother turned TO the
cradle and gazed, with overfowing eyes, a
moment on the sweet sleeper i.ere.
She did not hesitate any longer. She
went to the cupboard, aud took down the
|. broken tea-urn, and the blue eyes of the
angels grew full of light.
An hour later Ms. Strong eDt.red the
chamber where Mrs. Gregory was lying.
She carried small ray IN oae hand, an
the smoke was rolling Ike a cloud Of IL
ceuse about the mouth Of tn teapot, and
the toast looked very tcup'ing as it lag
| doating in its ocean of fresa milk There
was saucer Of mince- meat for Willie, ton
No wonder lis eyes grew bright when he
looked on it.
'Now let me FIX your pillows nicely, so
! you can eat it at your case" said Mrs.
Strong, in her kina, bustling way. "Tbere's
the fire, too [ must brighten hat up Ii
tic. | knew ,twouldnt 90 out; trust ne
for keeping fire all night. Slept better,
did you, after | left?'
"Willie when you gettbrough with your
breakfast, if your mothers willing, wont
YOU run over and sit by the cradle? Ma
ry'll be awake before long, and you can
play with her, you know, till come back. +"
Mrs Gregory'-Mrs. Strong had como
close to the bedside and was playing with
hcr apron string in an awkward kind of
, manner-'you said, last night, that thirty
dollars would take you TO your father.
Well, happened to think this morning,
, had just that SUN on hand, and as I've 10
D special, that IL, no necessary use for It, why,
you'll be welcome to it, so here il Is and
she laid the roll Of bills ON the bed.
E The bright eyes of the lady wandered
! from the money to the glowing face Of ths
little woman, as though she did not at frsr
q comprehend her
:. At last The blessed truth broke into hel
!. mind. She could not speak her gratitude
.e but the look of those eyes was lithograI hel
d forever in Mrs. Strong's memery, as tht
,e lady gr4sped her hand and sotbed, 600
d will reward Oh for this, and 10, if b.
k viii but spare my life =
ID 90, MY dear madam, you mustn't thin
of of it. Starting to day in your state 0
health! III have you removed over to Gu
rs house. and then in few days $"
of 81 may have taken my last journey
Rs. Mrs. Strong beg you will not frustrat
70. me in this. What do must be done q ,,icl
70 ly. My davs are numbered and if
he not 90 to him now | shall never 20. Wi
ali you add little more to the great del
he which l already owe you, By securing Wi
tc- lie and me passages in the next stagcT
We And Mrs, Strong looked on that pail
nd pleading face and yielded
r
lly John, did you not hear my orders?
he will see no one this morning"
,as The old man looked up from his writiu
Mt desk with dark frowp, and the sunligI
for that came in rosy smiles through the heay
ure damask curtains, looked very mournful
ce, it tangled itselfwith his gray hairs.
But the lady, sir: she will not be refu
ed, and she looks so white aud strange"
let "Farher!' !' What cry that was
ry, walled along the lofty walls, and the serya
no grew pale, and the old man sorapg from