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

small pine top table, seemed 10 De al
that was in it. But the boy, the instant
he had lighted the candle, ran to the
farther corner, where the gloom lay yet
so heavy and stubborn that its rays had
not strength to penetrate it, and called
out in Joyous voice; "mother, dear
mother-we've got plenty to eat now. >
There was no answer. We followed
him. Our first thought was that the
woman, if there was woman there, was
frozen to death. And there was a wo.
man there-lying wrapped in a tattered
coverlet on child's trundle bed-a
mere bundle of humanay-hopeless--
helpless-it might be dead. He hastily
brought the candle to the bed side, and
Julia taking hold of the poor creature,
turned her face to the light. 1t was
pale and still. There was no life in it.
There was not even trace of suffering.
Only terrible calm and sadness rested
ON it, like the shadow of death. The
boy thought she was dead, and sunk
down on the floor, sobbing and wringing
his hands. But Julia's hand was on her
bosom-on her heart. 8fa
After a second she looked up and said
quickly-"It beats little, We may yet
be in time. Open the basket and give
me the bottle"
Of course there was brandy in that
basket. There was everything in that
basket. If Julia had told me to open it
and pull out the crack doctor ofthe town
/ should have opened it and pulled him
out There was spoon there, too. And
Julia forced open the woman's mouth,
as gently as she could, and drop by drop
put the brandy into it. 1t had its effect
slowly, but by Gods blessing, surely.
That shadow went little by little off her
face, as the shadow Of cloud moves
over piece of ground. Life came
struggling back painfully. The breast
heaved, and she drew her breath once
with low moan. Julia raised her head
and poured half tin cup full of the Ii
quor down herthroat which sheswallow-
ed chokingly butstillswallowed. Direct
ly after her eyes opened, and she stared
wildly at us, like one waking from a
strange dream.-They were just such a
pair of wondrous sapphires as her little
boys. When they opened, Julia look
ed up at me and murmured, "thank God
that we came here" l never saw Julia
look as handsome as she did at that min
ute. There was whole folio volume OF
belief in Providence, with a running
commentary of woman's love in it, Sc
that her face really glowed with a beau
ty that had touch of heaven in it. Life
came back and the mother came with it.
The poor woman tried to utter her boys
name. With the first inarticulate sound
Of her voice, he was nestled close by her
clasping her in his arms, and sobbing-
mother, dear mother, we've got plenty
to eat-you'l never starve any more
There is such good lady here"
Julia, who had turned TO wipe an i'm.
Fortunate drop of moisture from her eye
naturally looked round at this, and the
woman turned round at the same time
Their eyes met. The woman struggled
to say some words ofthanks, but before
they were said, stopped, gazed earnest
ly, almost tiercely at my wife, and then
pronounced her name.
"You know me-" said Julia, quickly
and going up closely to her; "who are
you?" r-"
The woman looked doubtingly at hel
for a moment as if she half resented the
question, and then replied, 81 was Mary
Whitfield"
'Mr. Quigg," said Julia, in her pecu
liarly impressive way, $50 and fetch ;
carriage"
put down the candle, and went.
was quite satisfied that Julia knew wha
she was at, and that whatever plan sh,
| had resolved on was the best kind of :
plan for everybody concerned. Luckil,
for my personal comfort, | caught al
empty hack a few squares off. When
returned, l found the woman sitting W
in bed, wrapped in Mrs. Quigg's cloak
Mrs. O., however, gave me little bool
which prevented my makingan remarl
about the danger of her getting cold
She next desired me, audibly, to tax
''Mary" up and carry her to the carriag
which / did in equal silence, and witt
the same child like confidence in tn
propriety of any act directly, authorized
by that practical woman.
That night the poor thing and her lit
tie boy slept warmly, at any rate, an,
Julia came into my study at very re
mote hour. She had been watchin!
with her.
"Mr. Quigg." said Julia, when sh
came in, 81 want you to put down you
pen, that everlasting pen, and talk t
me-"
! "Certainly," said I, ''my dear-le
us talk
'Well, why don'tyoutalk. Mr.. Quigg
You are really very provoking. VIII
don't YOU ask me all about it?
about WHAT" said | naicely
about WHAT" exclaimed Julia. Yo
are the most peryerse man. | haven
doubt but YOU have been writing som
stupid verses, or some horribly improi
) able story, and forgot that there wer
such things as real men and women
the world. About Mary, 1 mean, to b
: sure"
"Well, what about Mary? though VI
on my word | didn't know we had
Mary in the house"
There You go again." said Julia,
a tone of real despair. You're wearin
my life out, Mr.. Quigg, with your awfi
neglect of what is right on the end I
your nose, whilst You go poking it mi
the MOON"
l began to suggest that the metaphC
: was involved, and Mrs. Q's meanin
! slightly obscure; but Julia cut me terri
Gbly short with-"There, there-do Il
that book nonsense alone and be a liy
man with little everyday commo
sense for minute-I mean that poo
creature we brought home"
, \ light broke in upon me.
ooh, you begin to have your sense