The Council Bluffs nonpareil. [volume] (Council Bluffs [Iowa]) 1857-1867, 1858-04-10

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IDAY Y, APRIL lO, l0t
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TOO LITTLE 10 COME. wv
There wers three a Mats, Annette,
asd nyseh .ahd No vsse going into he old
wood to hunt strawberries. Oil IL Vas
such delicious day in june. The birds
sang till the hir wa fairly vocal with their
melody, and oil the green trees nodded ihsiSi
heads with aRprobation. The very brooks
seemed TO have the general inspiration, md
danced along through the meAdo~s as II
keeping hnssto the qsickstsp Of the fairies.i
Annette Summers and i had been invited
to spend the hall holiday with our SCHOOL
mate, KATE harrington. Deacon HarfingA
TOMS old fashionable, brown house frouted
towards the South. Behind it stretched q
broad green meadow, and still further back.
was densely wooded activity, famous FOR
flowers snd berries ia the geography, of
every child is Ryefeld. used to love- co.
look q DeAcon Harrington'ss old brown,
house, even il those early days, when | had
not single well-defined notion of artistic
skill in my yoans bead. II know that it
combined to m eminent degree the elements
of the picturesque. The owroof, (which slop-l
ed backward learly 70 the ground, wasgray
with moss. Ivy crept about the windows
and over the rustic porch had climbed atwisll
ing roses, along with heavy clusters Of trum-
pet creepers. ,lI slfi 81 s5,..sa., sggStsg ~,
There was rude seat at the doorway,
made Of the little boughs Of the white birch,
twisted together in fantastic fashion, and
here gradmothcr Harrington was wont to
sit, with her gray woollen knitting work.
Oh what treat we used to think it to
spend half holiday with Kate Harrington.
',ssI wish were you, Kate, ,''exclaimed An
nctte, after We had spent half the long SUM
mer afternoon chasing butterflies, and ar
ranging vegetable baby -house, With holly.'
hooks for our ladies' parasols, and teapots
manufactured out OF veritable poppy pods.
81 wish were you, and then l could gbe
happy all day long, With nothing to trouble
seYou could, could you: and Kate,s
checks flushed as she put away from them
her heavy bands Of black hair; ssyou think
so, and that's all you know about it. l
have o thousaod things to yex me. There
is Rose, for instance. Mother expects me
to be constantly taking care of her, and she
is the greatest little torment you ever saw.
By the way, girls let's start utter those
strawberries in the woods, now she is out
Of sight for minute, SO she won't tease to
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We were half way across the meadow,
when we heard a sweet voice crying ~.
ssPlease, sister Kate, Rose wants to 20,
too" i,-t sss ai& 5SFEst'@ ~.
1 turned around, remember, and thought
how beautiful was the little creature COM
ing toward us. She was very unlike her
sister Kate. Kate was brunette, but the
little white-robed figure tripping across the
meadow had pale, spiritual face and long
curls Of golden hair falling to her tiny
waist. There was flush on her cheek and
look Of eager, bcseeching interest in her
large, blue eyes; and she stretched her
dimpled arms towards US, and kept crying
in her earnestness: 81 qs.4y. s.. 49,
"Please, girls, wait for Rose.'' .,.,srr,s,
A look of vexation crossed kate's face,
and she called out in tone eff extreme ir.
ritability: . gsss.,s 3 .rz.ss..- p e,. 81. .,.<
eco back, Rose,you're too little to come
Go back! 20 back J" ga asFe s-slvr.,f ,.
Kate always had a way OF being minded,
and the little ons putting her finger to her
nose, silently turned towards the house,
We hurried Oh in the direction of the wood
without giving glance backward. think
Kate's conscience approached her for self
ishness, and know my own pleasure was
spoiled for the afternoon We found plen-
ty of Strawberries, red and ripe, amnns
their beds Of leaves. There we're little blue.
eyed blossoms, too, that kept reminding mi
/ Of Rose, and was not sorry, when the sun.
set shadows heightened, to 20 home. .'ts
We had gone down the hill out of the
wood, and crossed several rods of the mead.
ow land, when Kate said, in hoarse whis.
per-: s.Ts So aSt Ea ass g. .st.Ng1 saaTnt
"See there, girls, what is that white thing
by the brook 2 DO you see it? rtT
We saw il and hurried toward it. ltwa.
Rose. At first we thought she was dead
Scarcely seemed the faintest breath to stea
from her parted lips, and the pulsations Of
her heart were so weak you could scarcely
feel them. She was in trance-like sleep
It was sometime before we succeeded in
waking her, and then her limbs seemed
chilled and stiffened by the subtle damp.
ness of the meadow-land atmosphere. She
could not stand. How many times that af
ternoon the little darling had begged of u.
to make chair for her with our hands, and
we answered that we couldn't stop. WI
made one now. She twined her dimple
arms about our necks, and held on very
tight but she didn't speak, except once
and then she only said, ssAin't I most big
enough, sister Kate ?'' Il Ef''' '==af,. %'s-'5'
Mrs. Harrington met us at the door with
look of alarm. III F.Sa@F sci
"Good Heavens, Kate p she exclaimed
"what's the matter with Rose 20 And tax.
ing her from our arms, she discovered ttmt
her clothes were almost saturated with m mois-
ture. Skate, child, why don't you speak
Has Rose been in tho waters' TEs$s7Hat
"No, ma'am but she went into the mead
ow and got to sleep, and We found her there
sleeping. III d. -. ss,<. . M
| Oh there we're anxious hearts in Deacon
Harringtons brown house that night, Very
tenderly was the suffering little Rose era
| died on her mothers breast, but not once
did she speak coherently. Her cheeks burn
cd, and her eyes sparkled with fever; her
dimple arms were tossed above her head,
and every little while, between her means,
she would stretch out her hands to some
imaginary object and say: ''Please, sister
Kate, isn't Rose big enough 2" -. -
Three days passed-days Of incessant
watching and wearyness, and towards even
ing the little Rose opened her blue eyes, af-
ter restless slumber. She seemed much
better, and the mother glanced hopefully up
to the kind physician bending over her.
81 cannot say she's better, madam. God
knows wish could but Rose must die
before midnight I" And the tears stood in
glittering drops on the good mans cheek.
The mothers great grief was not noisyy.-.-
She quietly lifted her darling from the bed,
and sat down with her in her arms. Kate
stood BY, sobbing, as if the brand Of Cain
were upon her brow.
ssPlease, mamma,,s said the little one at
length, Gam big enough to 90 70 Heasen9''
"Yes, darling" !" was the fearful answer;
Jesus loves little children" .F.,t sf
"And, mamma, do You s'pose he'll forgive
me for sitting downin the meadow to watch
Katie, when you tQld me musn't ever stay
there 20 ssEI :. fss7Bs - sf1e5
Eyes, my pet, the good Saviour will for
give you for anything, il you are only sorry;
but Rosie doesn't want to gcto Heaven, and
leave mother, does she 2p ~ 81 ,sz
81 heard somebody saw | must 90, when