Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1857-11-11

get 100 Ill 10 go 10 tnen, We Senerally go
to the grave next"
"But have you had no help, all this
time?" again asked Lillian, almost ap-
palled.
"Tbe neighbors have been very kind,
and gave us all they could, but they are
most as poor as u.s." was the reply.
Thornton, during this conversation, had
sent the boy for physician for the moth
er, and taking a bill from his pocket
book, had ordered him to procure what
ever was wanted from the grocers.
After slipping some money into the
hand Of the sick woman, Lillian arose TO
go, promising to call the next morning.
"Isnt it HORRIBLE" said she, when
they got into the street, to her compan-
ion, who seemed buried in thought,
''isn't it horrible to think that a little
child should die from want in such a
great city?"
81 never before realized it myself" :"
replied Thornton, 81 have always wrap
ped myself up as in my own comforts,
that the cold winds of poverty could not
pierce them"
As he spoke, he again fell into thought
for Lillian Floyd had unconciously, by
her benevolence that night, sown seeds
that were hereafter 10 bring forth fruits
for the great harvest Of eternity.
Mrs. Floyd scolded her niece in a lady
ike way for running home with all the
beggars who might choose to impose up
on her, and after hearing Lilian's story,
said that she would order the housekeep-
er to put up some wine and other things
and send them by servant, but that il
was not proper for her to go there again.
Harriet laughed contemptuously and
somewhat spitefully, and said it was a
new way to create an interest in the heart
of fashionable gentleman.
Notwithstanding these insinuations,
Lillian was early with the bereaved moth
er on that bright Christmas morning.
She now thought the coarse, hard-fea-
tured woman, whom she had seen the
night before, absolutely beautiful, when
she discovered that the little grave dress
had been purchased from her own hard
earnings. and saw her place the stifened
form of the dead child in the coffin with
such no.herly tenderness, and drop
tears on the waxen fingers when she
crossed the little hands.
OH death, and poverty, and sorrow,
that come in such terrible guises, how
little do we know, when we tremble at
your presence, that we are entertaining
angels unawares."
The little coffin had been borne away,
and the poor mother lay on the bed in
all the agony Of inconsOlable grief.
An old worn Bible was on the mantle
shelf, and Lillian, who had determined
10 stay till the neighbor should return,
took it down and commenced reading.
"Suffer little children to come unto
me, and forbid them not, for of such is
the Kingdom of Heaven"
And then she turned to the fifteenth
chapter of Corinthians. Gradually the
sobs from the bed became less frequent
and loud, while in low reverential tone
that gradually rose 10 one of e1ulting,
Lillian read on
$50 when this corrup;ible shall have
put on interruption, and this mortal
shall have put on Immortality, then
shall be brought TO pass the saying that
is written, death is swallowed up in VIC
tory. Oh. death where is thy sting?--
Oh, grave where is thy vicIory?"
Unnoticed by the young reader. Thorn
ton had entered and stood with bowed
head, such tears filing his eyes as he had
not shed since he stood by the grave of
his mother, and there seemed to come
over him the same child like peace there
used to, when he knelt by her knee when
a little boy and prayed, "God bless me
and make me good"
A few days after this, Lillian took her
departure for her village home, but moi
til! Mr.. Thornton had told her that lie
had procured more com Portable lodgings
for her protege and a more lucrative sit
uation for her son.
The glorious summer weather had
come again, and the meadows were
green, and the waters sparkled, and the
young leaves rus1ed around Lilian's
home.
She returned from a walk one day,
when her mother said:
"a friend from the city was here
whilst you were out, Lilly"
ga friend of mine from the city! who
was it, mammal"
1.-The Mr.. Thornton, VIII ON you used
to write SIS much about, as being polite
to you"
"Mr. Thornton," exclaimed Lillian, in
surprise, "why who does he know here?
What did he come for?"
"To fish, he says" responded the
mother.
"To fish," But Lillian made no 9TH
er comment.
The hotel keeper, With whom Mr..