The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1858-08-05

spoke one cross word to you, If every body
else did. Now. Il you should let those chill
dren sit down and rest, just as you and Will
lie did on the brown step, you could keep a
sharp eye on them;" and, this time, that
spitefnl little note in her voice was not
quite so prominent:
"Here, you may pit down on tha corner
little while; but mind you don't stir; for,
il you do you'll have to trudge."
"Little sister," said the boy, in a low
tone after they were seated, "lay your head
here and try to 60 TO Sleep"
The little girl laid her head, with it's show
er Of bright golden curls on her brothers
breast; but the next moment she raised it,
saying: t"f-'
II can't sleep, brother, I'm so thirsty."
"Don't you remember that duy you and
Willie went into the woods after blackber-
res, and how you lost your way cropping in
the twilight Of the forest!" again whispered
the angel, with his hand all the time feeling
| for the fountain. "You found an old light.
ming blasted tree, and you sat down on ii,
and he put his arm around you just SO, and
said; TRY and 60 10 sleep, little sister, And
you couldn't-you were go thirsty Tor you
had walked full three miles. Who knows
but what these children have, too !"
There was a little pause after the angel
bad said this, and then Miss Ste bbins rose
up and went into her pantry, where the
shelves were all of immaculate whiteness,
and she could see her face in the brightly
secured tin. She brought out a white
pitcher, and going into the garden. filled it
at the spring. Returning, she poured some
Of the contents into cup that stood on the
table, and carried it to the children and
she really held it tome little girls lips all
the time she was drinking. .s
Farther and farther down in the heart OF
the woman crept the hand of the angel ;
nearer to the fountain it drew.
Miss Stebbins went back to her sewing
but, somehow, her fingers did not fly as
nimbIy as usual The memories of by gone
years were rising out of their mouldy sep
,ulchres, but all freshly they came before
her with none of the graves rust and damp.
ness upon them.
"That little boys eyes when he thanked
you for the water, looked just like Wlllie's
used to-" once more whispered the angel,
bending, down close to Miss Stebbins' ear.
I"And his hair looks like Wille's, too, as
he sits there with the sunbeam Frightening
its gold, and his urms thrown rs lovingly
around his sisters waist. There did you
see how wistfully he looked at The grapes.
whose purple sides are turned toward him as
they hang over the portco :"
How Willie used to love grapes and
how sweet :your bowls of breud and milk
used to taste, after one OF your rambles into
the woods !! II those children have walked
as far as you did-and don't you see the lit.
tie boys torn boat and the little girls faded
dress all covered with dust ! they must be
very hungry, as well as tired and thirsty
don't you remember that apple.pie you bak.
ed this morning? | never saw pie done
to finer brown in my life. How sweet II
would taste to those little tired things. il
they could only eat piece here in the par
lor, where the flies and the sun would moi
keep tormenting them all the time 7"
A moment after, Miss Stebbns had sto
len with noiseless steps to her pantry, and
cutting out two generous slcos from he
apple-pe, she placed them in saucers, re-
turned to the front door, and said to ,ht
children:
+" You may come in here, and sit down Of
the stools by the FIRE place und eat pect
Of pie but you must mind and not droI
any crumbs on the floor.
1t was very strange, but the old hoars'
tone had almost left her voice. The larg'
tempting slices were placed in the lIttl'
hands eagerly lifted up to receive them
and at that moment, out from the lip of tb,
fountain, out from the dust which lay hea
Wy upon its seal, there came a single drop
and it fell down upon Mise Stebbins' heart
! 1t was the FIRST which had fallen there 70
years. All, the angel had found the foun
tain there
The soltened woman went back to he
seat, and the angel did not bend down an
whisper in her ear again but oil the tim
his hand was busy, very busy at its work
9 Where is your home, children I" inquir
d ed Miss Stebbins. after she had watched 70
while, with new pleasant, enjoyment, th
children as they dispatched with hungr
D avidity their pie.
4 q Mary and haven't any home now
!. we had one before papa did great wa.
over the sea !" answered the boy.
n "And where are you going now an
what brought you and your little sister owe
the sea 2" still queried 7he now intereste
Il woman. e sl
"Why, you see, ma'am, just before pup
!. died, he called old Tony TO him-now Ton
T. was black, and had always lived with us
n Tony said he, | am going to die, an
il you know have lost everything, and th
J. children will be alone in the world. Bu
It Tony, had sister once thatI loved an
she loved me and though / havn't see
o her for great many years, still know sh
d loves me If she's living, Just g we'll as sh
It did when she and used to 20 hand in han