The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1859-11-30

Mother mother = The child pulled at
her arm, and spoke in low, excited whis
per. Mother, who is il
'Who q Mrs. Watson was bewidered.
The scenes Of the night before had faded
from her memory. ....
who is it Where did she come from !
Oh, mother isn't she sweet =
The truth flashed back upon the mind OF
Mrs. Watson, who raised helself quick ly,
and, bending over, saw Ellen lying, still
sound aseep, just as she had Tlaced her on
the night before. She put her finger to her
lips in sign of silence, and then, with Sc.
rious face and tone, said:
Poor child Her mother died last night,
and we must be very good TO her.
The countenance of Grace showed in.
stantly an expression of tender lity.
WHO is she, mother!
1T is little Ellen Jenkins. Doa't you re-
member her!'
sOh, yes. Is Mrs. Jenkins deaf tr
Poor Mrs. Jenkins is dead, and her little
Ellen has no mother to love her, q care for
her.
The heart Of Grace was touched.
'We'll be very good to her. She shall
have my doll to play with, end I'll how her
all the pretty things I've got.' And the
child, after saying this, slipped awy from
the side of her mother, and went lightly
back to the trundle bed. As she did 50, the
blue eyes of Ellen opened. Ere tie look
OF surprise which she threw around her had
faded, doll was held before her byGrace,
who said:
See my doll /! Don't you want % plOy
with it q
A smile lit up the child's face, md she
reached ont her hands for the toy.
Next Grace brought cut her dolls resses
and then one pIoything after another, spread
ing them around on the bed until Ellen sat
wondering end delighted, in the milst of I
perfect storehouse of childish treasures.
John John y Mrs. Watson shook heI
still sleeping husband.
What is it! he asked, when fairI!
awake.
Look over on the ;rundle bcD,' was whis
pered.
Mr.. Watson raised up and ooked, as di
rected. He suid nothing, butlt was som
moments before he turned hiA eyes ava
from the pleasant scene that captv te
them. 1t was long time since he IN
known SO peaceful an awakening. Usual!
fretlul cries, or stormy contentious anon
the children, greeted his car in the morning
and thus opened the day for him in discor'
But now came sound from the udjonin
chamber. The two boys, John ond DicI
we're awake, and this foreboded the Msu'
storm of angry words. Mrs. Watson wei
in 10 them, walking on ,ip-toe, and with hi
finger on her lips.
John! Dick Hush = Her unusu
( look and manner at once arrested their a
tention, and produced silence. Sitting dow
by them, she said, in almost whisper, al
with a sober countenance
I've something to tell you.'
! They were q II attention.
you know Mrs. Jenkins =! Well, 81
t died last night
, The chiIdren's faces grew serious.
'And her poor little Ellen is now an Q
phan, with no one in the world TO love he
John leaned over towards his mother, al
looked at her with an expression of sad
f terest, while Dick sat very still, with
G eyes cast down.
9 1--we som ething more to tell you" cont
/, ued the mother, after pause. They gaz
g with earnest inquiry into her face.
Little Ellen is in our room. | broug
;. her home with me last night after her moth
). died, and she slept in the bed with Grac
;. Something of pity, and something Of 81
y prise blended in the boys faces.
# 'You must be very gentle, and very XII
,. to her. Poor little thing Isn't it sad
d think that she has no mother. And no
boys, get up, and dress yourselves with
|. little noise as possible. Don't let her he
e a loud or angry word. Think of her moth
10 now lying deud, and Pm sure for her sal
Is you will be as qliet as lambs ?
le No further admontion was required. L
order, stiffness, and good temper Of the Oh
\. dren for that morning, and, indeed, for
10 whole day, were memorable. II there "
|. any strife among them, it was as to W
. should be kindest to the mo'herless lit
D. one. The breakfast hour passed to D
Watson something like dream, and VIII
id he went forth for the days business, it
ID in q state of mental quieude such as he
.e not known for years. Still, he did not c!e
" appreciate the meaning Of all this,
,e worried himself at intervals through
a, forenoon, over the question OF what Il
n. should do with little Ellen. AS to ado
9, ing her into their family, that thought, il
had found an entrance into his mind, wo
he have been instantly rejected as wholly
m or octicable, if not prepostereus.
h., In his usual sober, self affecting mo
re- came Mr.. Watson home at dinner.time.
Of he thought CT the poor orphan at all it ,
he with the feeling OF one upon whom is for
ia a, unpleasant duty. On entering the hot
ne he was soon conscious Of strange stifln'
,le Usually the frat sound that greeted his
~. wss a wild racket, or the noise OF si