Delaware weekly Republican. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1841-188?, 1856-11-13
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GO BACK, ROSE YOU'RE TO LITTLE TO
COME.


or strawberries. oS. it was such delicious day in
June. The birds snng till the air was fairly vocal
their heads 10 appreciation The very brook seem.
ed TO have caught the gen era tion and dams
oed along the mssdows, as If keeping time to
quokstep OF the fairies.
Annette sansrs and had been Invited to spend
the halfholidAy with sehoolnats Kate HArripg.
ton. Deacon Harrington's old fashioned, brown l
house fronted toward the South. Behind 1t stretch
oil broad, green msAdow, and ntill farther back l
was densely wooded activity, famous for flowers \
and berries In the geography Of every child In hey
Held fused to 1.-Two 70 lock Deacon Harrington's
had not singlswe denRed notion Of artistic taste
in my curly head know now that II combined to
an eminent degree the elements OF the picturesque
The low roof, which soped backward nearly to the
ground, was gray with moss. Ivy cropt about the
windows, and over the rustio porch had twined cm
oreeper
There was a rude scat at the doorway. made Of
the little bonghs Of the white birch twisted tegeth.
er In fantastic fashion, and here grandmother Har.
rtngton was wont to sit, with her gray wooden knt
ting WORK. Oh what treat used to think 1t 10
spend ahslf-holliday with Kate Harrington
II wish wore you, Kate exclaimed Annette, |
after we had spent half the long afternoon
chasing butterhies and arranging vegetable baby
house with holly hooks, for ladies parassl, and
tea POTS manufactured out Of vertabls poppy pods
Il wish were like you, and then could be happy
all day long with nothing to trouble me-"
'You could, could your aud Kste's checks
Of black hair-"you think 20, and that's all you |
know about it. have thousand things to yex
me. There's Rose, for instance Mother expects |
me to be constantly taking care Of her, and she's
the greatest little torment you ever saw. BY the
way, girls let's start after those straw bsrriea in
the wood, now she's out of sight for minute so she
Won't tease to go with us -
We were just about half way across the meadow,
when we heard sweet voice crying:
s.Please, sister Kate; Rose wants to 60 TOO"
turned round, remember, and thought low
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6he was very unlike her sister Kate. Kate was q
brunstte, but the little white ROBBED figure tripping
across the meadow had pale, spiritual faco, and
long curls Of gslden hair falling to her tiny waist
beseeohing interest in her large ue eyes and she
stretched her dimpled arms toward US and kept cry
ing IN her earnestness:
please, girls, wait for Roson
look Of vexation crossed Hates face n nd she
called out in tone Of extreme irritability
60 back, kosei you're to little to come! Go back
Kate always had a way Of being minded and III,
lilue one put her fingers to her eyes and SILENTLY
turned towar the house. We hurried on ia Ii,
direction Of the wood, without giving single glauo,
backward. think Rates conscience reproach ed
her Tor herselhshness, and know that my own
Plsasure was spelled for the afternoon. We found
plenty u straw berries rod and ripe, amsnK theIr
beds ofleaves There we're little blu ey ed blossoms
TOO, that kept reminding me Of Rosie aud was moi
sorry when the sunset shadows heightened, and we
turned to go home.
W. hhu Bbnb uoWn inc MIL out OF the wood, and
crossed several rods Of The mea dow, land, when Kate
aaia, In horse whisper :-s'See there, girls what
h?n ~ 's'
We saw it, and hurried toward Il. II wa, Rose
AT hrst we thought she was dead Scaroel seem
ed the fantest breath Steal from her parted Tins
and the pulaatonA Of her heart was so weak YOU
could scarcely feel them. She was in kind Of
france ike sleep 1t was some time before we sue,
seeded In waking her, and then her limbs seem al
smiled and stitsned by the subtle dampness Of th,
meadow land atmosphere. She could not stand :
Flow may tmes that afternoon the little dar Inns
mad begged Us to ''make a chair" for her with GU
hands, and We had answered that We couldn't sion
we made one now. She twinsd her dimpled arm
ABOUT oar DECKS, and held on very tight but sh,
aidn' speak, except once, and then she only said
Amt most big enough, sister Kate2"
mrs harrington met Us at tho door with a wild
l9ok OF alarm. GOOD heavens Kate !" she sx
stained whats the matter with Rose I" And
taklng her from our arms, she discovered her eiohe
were almost saturated with moisture I,Kate, child
WY don't yeu speAk2 Has Rose been in the wa
mo, ma ina but she went into the meadow IN,
got to sleep, and We found her there sleeping"
Va, there were anxious hearts In Deacon Har ring
IONS brown house that night Very tendsrIy wa
the suffering little Rose Graded on her mother
breast, but not once did she spe0k coherentIy, liz
saeeEs burned, and her eyes sparked with fever
her dlmplad arms were tossed above her head an,
every little while, between her moaus she Noul
stretch out her hands towards some Imaginary OF
!eot and say please, sister Kate, isn't Rose MOI
Three days passed--dAys of inces SAINT wa,cbjp
and WEAKNESS, and toward evening the little RIOS
opened her blue eyes, sitter = restless slumbor,
She seemed much bstter, and mother Rlsno Q,
her. Hs '''
e! oannst say she . better, madam. God know
wish could; but Rose must die before mid
night T." and the tears stood In RlittSripe drons 4
the good mans checks.
the mo'ber's great grief was not noisy. sb
quietly lifted her darling from the bed, and sa
down with her 10 her arms Kate stood Nv snh
brow. WV" 1p'" NJ
"Please, mamma" said the little one NJ length
am big enough to go to Heaven ~
es, darling" was the fearful answer UJesu
loves little children"
And, mamma do you s'poss he'll forgive mo for
sitting Gown IN tho meadow to watch Kate, wheI
you tOld me mustn't ever stay there ~
res, my pet, the good Saviour will forgive VOL
ior any thing, if you are only sorry but Rosie
ISsent want to go to Heaven, and leave mother
~ heard somebody say must 20, when wa,
aapsP' moline q beautiful lady, with oh such
uis9 summing wings and she stretched out her arm,
uAke me, but didn't 60; woke up lust 10 XII,
you and sister once more Please kis, ms Ra,ia
lttle Rose won't DO naughty up in Heaven ana ri
crow big before you come, 50 can play with vos
up there ~ ~ PAJ WIN yot
mere were tears signs, a funeral, and n Iitta
%n' Inc rosebud opened its petals on the bosom
tor Heaven % was o's enough
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