Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1857-02-26

10 yet away anu CllCo hdiuCA, Uoe
kept my hold, and kept him trotting
faster and faster, until we came within
a square of the house, and then | caught
him up in my arms, and ran as if an VI.
P. was after me; whipped out my night
KEY, bounced into the house, and then
into the nursery, and slapped him down
in one of the ehildren's little chairs, be-
fore the fire. Mrs. Quigg looked aghast,
and the baby screamed. That was
nothing.
"What in heavens name is the matter
with you now, Mr.. Quigg," said Julia,
shave you been drinking apple.jack
again? thought you had recovered
your senses since you came to town
What boy is that?''
eHe's so cold" said /, "but he'll warm
up here"
l was warm enough. 1t is surprising
how soon little act out of the common
course ofour daily seltishness does warm
one all over. In fact | was quite in a
heat, and threw off my muff1ing, and
wiped my forehead, and looked at the
little fellow by the fire, and felt all in a
glow; and while was in glow, told
Julia Just what | have been writing, on.
ly putting in few more fiourishes, and
possibly Dragging little as it is a hus-
bands duty to do, by way of keeping
up proper spirit of admiration in the
family circle-possibly Dragging little
about my tenderness of heart, and my
general desire to pick up all the cold
little boys in town and bring them home
to get warm; together with an explana-
ton of my great wisdom and foresight
in not doing so on account of the size
of our house, which although it has a
''brown stone 'front.'" and is four stories
high, is also just fifteen feet wide in the
clear, by fifty feet deep. A long time,
| may say very long time before | had
finished my very proper little piece of
self Qualification, Julia, who / am bound
to say is altogether too practically char
table to stand high in the religious
world, had given the baby to the nurse,
and producing suit of master Bob's
worst, for Julia is economical also, but
a warm suit for all that, had the little
fellow on her lap, and his poor thin rags
off of him, and other covering on, almost
as soon as Wall street broker could
tell lie. Master Bob Quigg recog-
nizing pet pair of play pants in the
goods transferred, entered caveat in
the nature of a premonitory whimper.-
Whereupon, that stupendous Julia took
occasion to convey him moral lesson
which | hope will do him good. 1t GER
tainly did me. s
''Bob," said Mrs Quigg. ''what did /
.ead to you in the Good Book last night
Didn't read how our Lord said, The
poor We have always with YOU Your
father don't bring little boys here every
night perishing with cold; but recollcct
when he does, it is our Lord who sends
one of his poor to be taken care Of"
Master Bob Immediately departed and
returned with his Sunday jacket, and a
request that it might be added. There
was tear and laugh at that, among
us, which Bob did not exactly under
stand. However, his mother babe him
get certain pair of shoes instead, and
the compromise satisfied him.
Betsy, our eldest, had disappeared for
a time after our arrival; but very shortly
came back with plate full of eatables.
The little boy ate 4 piece of bread, and
looked ravenously at the rest. But,
piece by piece, as he took them up, he
put them into his little basket beside the
boxes of matches. Betsy stood this sort
of thing as long rs q child of eleven cod
be expected to, at last she broke out,
eff you're hungry, little boy, why don't
you eat? | brought it for you to eat
It's all good"
The little fellow looked up with a
strange, wearied smile, smile which
on an older face, would have been q
sarcasm on life, and said: "Mother is
hungrier than | am. She hasn't had
anything to eat since day before yester
dav."
looked around to see what Julia tho
of the fact of such things happening ii
our great city of New York, so famous
for sending food to starving people il
Greece and ireland, and other distressed
countries at great distance; and, be
hold, that practical woman was putting
. on her bonnet and cloak.
whats your name, little boy?" sale
| she.
edward, ma am"
''Are YOU warm now?'
, eyes, ma'am."
''Then, we will go and see your moth
, err"
''But julia" said /, "The night il
r awful-you wouldn't venture. Why
, not send n servant"
"Mr Quigg," said Julia, with one O
! those seraphic smiles of hers, which be
! ing translated into the vernacular mean
+, 1--WE made up my mind, and you ma
cut me up into inch pieces without alter
I ing it,
E .'Mr. Quigg,we could go to aparty i
the thermometer was six hundred beloy
zero" | wish to suggest that was fig
: ure unknown to well bred thermometers
: but that smile froze the suggestion L
q my brain. "We," meaning me, 'coul
+ 90 to Wall street to make money, If
blew the roofs off the houses; and
charity is the road to heaven, it's yer
safe, Mr.. Quigg, to risk getting You
toes, or your fingers, or your nose trost
+ bitten, travelling it night or day, III
!, Quigg."
Anybody who has a grain of commo
a sense, and understands the duty and at
!. thority OF husband, knows that fiy'
minutes after that, Mrs. Quigg was tray
cling the road to the boys mother
+ and that | was following dutifully a
:. ter. with q miraculous little basket III
e of, heaven knows what, or what not, o
!. my arm.
o We came to the place. 1t was i
: - street An old stable, which Ia
e grown very weak in the underpinning
e and leaned heavily sideways on bear