The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1858-06-24

w lIHdIlS CdiISu uST CuiiuTtU
who occupied bed in the opposite sids
of the room. They came to her bedside
and there behcld scene which the hear
of childhood can never forget. A faiu
blessing was all she could utter, for the
messenger Of Death had appeared, and
she was about to answer his call. Slow
ly the veil was drawn, and family bea
the heart-futteriDg now, and now losing
its hold upon the gentle spirit which took
its fight to the hoGc of its author and
preservcr, leaving its marbled tenement q
cold statue, upon which gazed the orphan
sisters.
1t was bleak morning on which Ma
~ and Emma Williams left their home,
in Providence, in the carriage of a mar
ketman who offered to carry them part
of the way to Worcester. Mrs. Williams
bad generally procured her provisions
of this man, aud be, having learned from
Mary her desire to go to Worcester, and
knowing that her little stock of money
was nearly exhausted, thus offered to take
them in bis carryall.
{ Mr.. Todd had driven as far as Black
stone, when he was ovcrtakcn by a mes
senger, who communicated inform alton
concerning some matters at Providence
which dem anded his im mediate return. He
expressed much regret at being unable to
carry the sisters further, but Mary assur-
ed him that. with what money she bad !,
they would be able to complete their
journey. Finding that the stage coach
had gone for that day, in the afternoon,
it being quite pleasant, Mary proposed
ito f Enma. that they should walk on as far
as they might feel able, and stopping at
some farm house over night, and take the
coach in the morning. Emma said she
could walk several miles, and they start
ed on. with good courage, walking until
sundown, when mary thought it best to
look for stopping ace for the night
They had reached a point 10 the road
where it wound round a hill with sud-
den turn, when carriage, driven furious
y, came dashing along-appearing so
suddenly, that Emma, who was walking
in the middle of the road, while attempt
ing to spring out of the way, was struck
by wheel, and hurled to the ground
The driver-aud unfortunately this is
not the only case of a similar character
on record-took DO notice Of the accident,
but piled his whip, and was out of sight
in moment. Mary FASTENED to her SIS
ter, whom she found senseless. In this
situation, unable to think what 10 do, she
sat down upon the ground and gave way
to food of tears. Presently Emma. e.
yinced signs of returning con sciousness,
aud complained Of pain in her arm
At this moment, the jog-trot of a farm
horse was heard; and soon the auimal ap-
peared at the turn in the road, followed
By wagon of antique design, in which
sat its owner clad in frocking, with whip
brought to the shoulder, like the gun of
soldier, while the hand not thus engaged
was busily employed in "fshiDg for pick
crcl," as the incessaut jerking of the
rens, to which some persons are addicted,
is called in the country.
As be came up to the spot where Nary
was supporting her sister, who was groan-
ing piteously, be drew up; and only able
to distinguish, in the twilight, the dresses
of the girls, be was puzzled at first what
to do or say. But finally be opened his
mouth, and in genuine rustic language,
called out:
"What are yeou doin' on thar'-who-
ever yeou be-"
80, sir" said Mary, "my poor sister
has been run over oy a carriage, just now
and | fear badly injured"
run overl' said the good hearted
farmer, alighting from his wagon. And
whar's the man that done it?~
"Alas, sir, whoever he was. he did not
stop to see the injury he bad done, but
drove away as furiously as he bad come"
Didn't stop-hey' The brutel III
be bound twas the same chap that come
nigh runnin inter me little while ago
one of the good for. notbin' sprigs that
comes out on bust from Blackstone once
in while"
Then STOPPING to assist the wounded
girl, and taking her by the arm, her
scream and the helpless condition of the
LIMB, assured him that it was broken.
"Poor little galp said he: "tbey have
done an ugly job for yeou. Whar do
your folks liyel"
"Our parents are dead, replied Mary;
"and we are trying to make our way to
Worcester"
"Old folks dead, and yeou poor little
critters left with nobody to take care on
vel Meow that's too bad! But if yeou
will come along o. me to my house, you
shan't want friend"
my good sir" said Mary, "you are
very kind, and / know not what else we
san do but accept Jour assistance"
The farmer lifted Emma carefully into
Dis wagon. and Mary climed in over the
Wheel, taking Emma partly in her arms,
EbiIe the old man, saying that bis house