Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1859-03-05
Prom Godey's Lady's Book, for February.
WINTER: OR JESSIE, The LAME GIRL.

In all the pretty little village Of Snowdonville.
there was not a prettier or happier little maiden
than Jessie Harris. She was the only daughter of
a poor. hard'working widow, who had lost her hus'
band and received a son on the same aight.--
George Harris had been a quarrynan in the large
stone works that we're a few PAGES from his little
house, and had been killed by a fall down a deep
shaft. His widow heard the news while she was
anIioosly waiting his return to bless his newborn
son, their only boy. Little Jessie, then about
thee years old, and George. the infant son, were
tins left fatherless. Much sympathy was shown
in Snowdonyille for the widow and the wealthy
ladies, Mrs. Ralston, Mrs. Hewitt, and some 9th
ers, sent her plain sewing to do, paying her a fair
price, and thus enabled her to support herself and
child comfortably. At the time my story opens,
Jessie was about eleven years OLD, and George
eight. Jessie was the beauty and the pet of the
village school. With dark, waving hair, soft ha.
Eel eyes, and a rich, hearty complexion, she had a
RICH: to claim the first and her talent and indus.
try won her the last. AS pretty and smart as
Jessie Harris was quite a saying in the village.
My story opens on a dark clustering winter
evening, when the snow fell thick and fast, and
the high wind threatened to shake in the windows
OF the little cottage where my heroine lived. Wild
ow Harris was seated near the fire sewing and
Jessie's nimtle fingers kept time with hers as she
put a patch on Georges school coat. George as 6
special privilege, lay on the %settse, really to 60 tc
bed, but permitted to stay with his mother, be
cause the wind made him afraid to 60 up stairs
alone.
'Metber,' said Jessie, Miss Miles said something
very nice to me to-day
'What was it?' inquired her mother.
IL She said that if study very hard and improved
as much as | have done, l will be able to take the
school when l an old enough. She wants to give
1t up but she is 80 attached to the girls that she
will not do go until come ono can take her place
that che can feel confidence in. Mother mother
what was thatP
Thes we're all on their feet with white faces and
trembling fgures. A fearful crash. followed by a
shriek Of agony. he'd caused Jessie's exclamation,
With trembling fingers. Mrs. Harris Unattached the
door. The wind blew it open. sad 6rifted the fall
ing snow into the room. Nothing WAS beard for
an instant but the bowling Of the wind then came
q low moan, aud a voice cried 'HelpT
Notler some one has fallen into the qaarry.'
Aud Jessie sprang out. 4 know every step Of the
way do not fear for me- Then. raising her voice
she cried. Courage! l am coming
Her mother followed and. needless Of the rag
ing stsrn Jessie went forward to find the sufferer
Call again. Whe~e ere souf
There was no answer.
Mother she said, turning round. run to th'
; village for help. / am small and light; Z will e
down into the quarry sb .Ggi
God keep and preserve you /. said her mother
for you 60 on bis GRAND Aud 9Th this bless
iss, she left her brave child sloneiu the Storm