Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1857-07-10

and tho little ono put her fingers TO her
eyes, and silently turned toward the house.
We hurried on ia che direction of the wood
without giving single glanced backward.
l think Kate's conscionce reproachod her
for selfshncss, and know my own pleasure
was spoiled for that afternoon. We found
plenty Of Strawberries red and ripe, among
their beds Of leaves There we're little
blue eyed blossoms, too, that kept reminding
me Of Rosie, and was not sorry when the
sunset shadows heightened, and VIC turned
to go home.
We had gono down the hill out of the
wood, and crossed several rods Of the mead
ow-land when Kate said in hoatsc whis-
per-"Sco there girls, what is that white
thing by tho brook. Do you see itf'
We saw it and hurried toward it. 1t was
Rose. At first we thought she was dead.
Scarcely seemed the fantcst breath to steal
from her parted lips, and tho pulsations Of
the heart were SO weak you could scarcely
feel thom. Sho was in kind Of trance-like
sleer. It was some time before we succeed
ed in wakcning her, and then her limbs
seemed chilled and stiffened by tho subtle
dampness of tho meadow-land atmosphere.
She could not stand. How many times
that afternoon, the little darling had beg.
ged us to "make chair" for her with oul
hands, and we answered that we could moi
stop. We made one now. She twined
her arms around about our necks, and held
on very tight; but shc didn't speak, except
once, and then she only said, ''ain't l most
big enough, sister Kateg"
Mrs. Harrington met us nj the door with
a wild look Of alarm.
"Good heavens, Kate ~ she exclaimed,
"whats the matter with Rose |" and taking
her from our arms she discovered that hei
clothes were almost saturated with moisture
"Kate, child, why don't you spcakG Ha,
Rose been in the water n
"No, ma'am, but she went into the mead
ow and got to sleep, and We found her there
sleeping"
Oh, there were anxious hearts in Deaco,
Harrngton's brown house that night. Yer,
tendcrly was the suffering little Rose era
died on her mothers breast, but not onc1
did she speak coherently. Her cheek,
burned and her eyes sparkled with fever
her dimpled arms were tossed above he
head, and every little while, between he
moans, she would stretch out her hands to
ward somo imaginary object and say
"Pleasc, sister Kate, isn't Rose most bic
enough?"
"Thrce days passed-days of incessan
watching and weariness, and toward even
= ing the little Rose opened her blue eyes at
ter restless slumber. She seemed bette,
and the tears stood in glittering drops O
: the good mans cheeks.
E The mothers great grief was not noisy
She quietly lifted her darling from the be-
and set down with her in her arms. Kat
@ stood by, sobbing as if already tho bran,
d of Cain was upon her brow.
s "Please mama," said tho little one a
IS length, "am big enough to goto heaven
II "Yes darling" was the fearful answer
"Jesus loves little children"
k "And, mama do you suppose he'll for
: give me for sitting down in tho meadow t.
/ watch Katie, when you told me musn'
# never stay thero?"
"Yes, my pet, tho good Savior will for
/ give you for everything, if you arc only sor
r ry; but Rosie doesn't want to 90 to HEAVIER
: and leave her mother does she9"
d 81 heard some one say must 90 whe1
a l was asleep, mother; beautiful lady, oh
such white shining wings and she stretches
n out her arms to take me, but 1 didn't &C
: l woke up just to kiss you and sister one
o moro. Please kiss mo Katie. little Ros
n won't mover be naughty any moro up il
d heaven, and I'll grow up big before yo
c come Katie, so can play with youup there.
l. There were tears, sighs, funeral and
# little coffin. The rose bud opened its petal
IS in the bosom of Jesus. The littlo cart
y flower was big enough for heaven.