Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1858-11-23
WHOLE NUMBER 557
Always Iss IIle Way.

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| Rain, j. rain, rain: will it never 7sNp?:
thought little Amy;Howard, as che pressed
her small face close TO the window pape.
IN vain attempts 10 see further round Tie
corner. whence sister Anna must eome
fiom school. 1t was not one of those
rainy days which reyeIy sope loves, when.
I,she drops fall steedi!y and chssriIy, pR.l
1leheff mission sas sfSps8Iy p6ss561si iIi
Iorder TO treatIus to d rs,inbowe 1T was =
cherries, fnizzy. drizzlyTain.7 that seemed
I'unwilllpg To leave cluudland, and bent
upon making everybody sympathize with
his ill-humor. 'C 's-.' ." J' 30
I Poor little Amy looked the embodiment
of fororniy, as she watched the long PEN
dulous branches Of the Elms sway hiLher
and thither, in an ,uncomfortai le manner.
She wondered what made the rain fall, and
if tie poor little doves felt it through their
glossy feathers; but she knew it was quite
useless to ask her mother. for she would
only tell her not to ask SO many Questions.
and TO keep out of her way.
Mrs Howard loved her child, but she
was a bustling. energetic, woman, whose
chief care WIS to keep well ordered and
tidy house, and she did rot understand tha
delicate nature of the little Amy, who had
been from Infancy feeble child and stood
sadly in need Of loving and tender gym
pathy. She was not beautiful--but for.
those who loved her, there was depth of
love iii her little heart, which only needed
answering sunbeams to make it bear sweet
est blossoms, and light Rp her wan face
with the beauty of contentment. ~
This had been such sad day. In tho
morning. she had climbed into chair, TO
watch her mothers proceedings at the
pastry table, when an unlucly motion Of
her hand sent dish Of flour to wniten the
floor, calling forth an impatient reprimand!
from. the mother. Choking back a rising
sob, she left the table, and essayed to play
with her blocks, building with them a wall
to confne White Lily her kitten. But
kitty, impatient at such close 'imprison-,
rneut, made vigorous efforts 10 free herself.
and as she succeeded, scattered blocks il
every direction.
What ails my pet?' asked Anna. as she
took the child in her lap, and parting the
hair from her pale face, remarked the look
of weariness in her eyes. ....,..
Nothing answered Amy, .only my
head aches 50, and l can't play without
troubling n1other.' ..a+ a'F3tI --'t E''
Anna sighed, for she knew the little
heart had sore trials; so, far into the dusky
eve, she sat with Amy's head upon her
shoulder; telling of the olden time when
the fairies danced by moonlight upon the
green sward. when every hill and dale.
every river and tiny streamlet, was haunted
by uuearthIy beings, Then she told Of
heaven, made glorious by God and the
Angels, and, as Amy listened, her eyes
beamed with delight. and she exclaimed,
raising her head with animation :: FL .a
Anna. ImuSt go there, must--is it
such long way?' Suddenly shadow
darkened her face. as she said sadly, Per
haps, though. should get into the way
of the angals-I am so careless a-
Never, darling said the sister. clasp,
ing more closely, the little form. which,
in an almost prophetic sense, was too
surely fading away.
A: midnight, there were hurried steps.
and anxious questions, as the household
was awakened by Annals cry that Amy
was very ILL., After days Of watching, a
weeping group surrounded the bed of the
dying child. e.-"f rs-.'i i.. insri.a
Mother said Amy's little voce. I did
not mean to get in your way so much. l
hope shan't trouble the angels-good- by
mother, 1 am going to sleep And little
Amy was dead. 11a n it*
Long years has the grass grown on
Amy's grave. and harebells have rung.
their fairy chimes above it. while the birds
sirg requiems in the shadowing trees; but
nightly, as she lays her head upon the
pillow, Mrs. Howard sees the pale, weary.
face of her child. and hears sweet voice
say. Mother, did not mean to get in the
way Not all in vain was the lesson
taught by those dying lips. Seeds of gen.
tIeness were sown in the mothers heart,
which, watered with the tears of repent
ance gave promise of an abundant har-
vest Of peace. -.....'