Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1833-1861, 1857-07-03

willied be finely pleased TO sit. u 20
could COON wi me now" .'tt tf
! assented At once, prcked up what |
required. and We sal led forth. 'sYos
are employed in mill, | suppose.
said I. as we walked on. 80 -a
cay. avn spinner at Wotton's.
We stop'h sooner Of Saturday, an so
aw took tn opportunity o. coomin'."
And what Is the matter with y our
little boyf" ..,. itaia
"Why, avn fear'd he's in a con-
sumption. He geet his back hurt when
he wur little un. an he's never look
ed up SIM Poor thingl he's worn away
ill he's nowt but skin an bone. and has
a terrible cough. as well y shakes him TO
pieces. But hes allus lively. though he
can not stir of his little bed: an he's as
merry ~ q cricket when he sees me COON
an whoam at meet specially II he spies
new book stickin' out o my jacket,
pocket. He likes resdin. an aw buy
him book when awe spare shillin'.
But here's Grimes Court We nun
turn up here. il yo' please'n H.
Turning out Of the dingy street we
had been traversing. we entered q
gloomy little court. containing much
dirt and many children: where the heat
from the closely packed houses, combin-
ing with the natural warmtn OF the air,
produced an atmosphere like that Of .
baker's oven. The contributions Of the
inhabitants. In the shape OF rotten vege-
tables. ashes, and dirty water. formed n
confused and odorous heap In the center
Of the court, AMI among these ancient
relics wretched misantbropic-look
hen was digging with the zeal Of an
anliquary.
"Why 10 this rubish suffered 10 be
here?' said: "the scent from il must be
both offensive and injurious. Are there
no recep,acles for these maltersf no
sewers to receive this filthy waterf"
"Thers'sa . sewer, but ifso choked up,
an when we TENN ony watlber dow n I;
IL breyks through into that cellar at tn
corner, an then IN owd mon a. lives In
IL grumbles.' cause itruns on to HE shelf.
on mars his Bit o. meyt. SO we're like
to TEEN IL down th' middle o. the court.
an let it 90 where Il will. As for tn
ashes. an tate. .pillin's, an sich like.
wen nowhere else 70 put 'em, for we can
no, burn EN-"
"Haye you no yard behind your
house?r a
"No; tn cottages ss they build'n now
are mostly set back 10 back. to save
room an bricks. There's but two places
in 'em, one above. an one below; 80
we're like 10 put tn viciuals an th' Goals
under tn stairs. They think us poor
folk need no breatbin' room"
II seemed 10 have been cleaning day
At oil the houses; the women. In clean
caps and aprons. were setting the tea
things. while their husbands. most Of
them pale-faced operatives. lounged
outside enjoying their Saturday.evon-
ing's leisure. So
A plessant-looking. neatly dressed
woman met us at the door Of The house
before which my conductor halted. and
with smile and courtesy invited me
TO entcr. The room though small. and
crowded with furniture. was extremely
clean, and M neatly arranged rs the
heterogeneous nature OF It's contents would
, permit. An old clock. with dim. ab
sent looking face. tiesed merrily in one
corner. and on the chest Of drawers
opposit tho door were number ol
books. stages horn, and stuffed owl
which squinted with one Of h's glass
eyes. and stood on bis legs with the ali
Of bird who was more than balf-sea'
! over.
"ls that Mr. worthinglon. father''
cid small. weak voice.
"Ay. this is him. willie," said my
companion. going toward the window,
beside which / now perceived small
bed. and In IL little deformed boy. He
was propped with pillow, and held
out his thin hand with smile a. l ap.
, preached. The pale face. tho transparent
!, skin. the large bright, eagar eyes and
psrehed lips Of tho little patient. told
but too plainly the nature Of bis dsease
! His mother was still busy with his toilet
or. as she phrased Il. "snoddin' him or
; Bit" 80 taking seat beside him. ] ar
ranged my paper and pencils, while The
good woman brushed his hair and smooth
cd the collar Of his night.dress.
"There. sw think he II do now, john
: viii mt he?' said she. addressing bel
husband, who had watched her opera
tons with great interest.
|, "Thou's made him look gradely weel.
answered John: "an' 90 now. Mr.. Wor
tbington. VIII leave Willie an yo' /.
keep house. while my wife an me goe
: 10 N market" sfil..f
: The worthy couple departed; and
8 commenced my sketch. feeling rathe
J, doubtful whether ! could reproduce oI
7, paper the lit.le, wan. hslt-infsntine
!. half.aged face that looked up at M
" with strange, quiet smile.
J. ",re you not weary sometimes, willi'
J. with lying here constantly" ! inquired
! Sometimes" he answered, "but no
}. often; lhcres always somvthin' ~ lool
n at, you see; either th' childer ouisid. o
n tn old hen. or th' donkey.m man as sell
y blackin'. Once" con inurd Willie
}. growing confidential. "ibere was 4 rea
% Pun, b an judy came into th' court. o
III msn "A was with u saw me throug|
% IN window, an asked mother II va
" bedridden; an when she told him l wa
!. he brought Punch an Judy close 10 III
l. window. an let me watch EN- ever sucl
}. q while; an he said he'd come aSal
}. some time"
"HAve you some plants there, willief
d saiii. pointing 70 two tlack jugs. 6lle'
d with soil. In which some small brow
stumps were visible.
ayes; they're rose-trees ~ mothe
ID set for me. Che says they're dead; bu
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