The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1859-11-19
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| week.
She, too, was gone, and the weary VIC
man bowed her head upon her claspet
hands and wept bitterly. A soft voice Gk'
q rich flute note came from the bed
Don't cry mother"
| why, Jamie. are you awake, child :?
asked the mother, starting up
Yes, heard that kind woman and bae
woman too; don't cry, mother"
| God bless you" sobbed the wearisc
one, az she touched the white forehead
with her burning lips,
who is it for, did you say p asked the
fashionable Mrs. Merrivale.
1 Mrs. Hail. the dress maker She il
just up from a severe fever, and no one tc
help her and her four little children
have already collected over forty dollArs
Is she member Of our church 2 que
ried the first speaker loungine gracefully
I'm sure don't know whether sheis q
church member at ALL )" replied Mrs Graves
and her voice trembled as she spoke 81
never asked her, for seem to think that
she is one of the Lords poor. At any rate
if she is not. q christian, Il think she is,
however, we will show her what christians
can do"
ave have so much to do for our church
poor said the lady, in little querulous
voice
IL want free offering" said Mrs
Graves, rising
20. well, I'll see-don't go; yes, here 5
a five dollar gold piece in my portmon-
naie; Of course | have your word for it,
that she is decent good lady"
" If she were better of" said Mrs.
Graves significantly, "a very refined, lady
like woman"
A faint color came to the cheeks of her
frasnd-adieus were exchanged and the
ladies parted
Meantime, in the house of the dress
maker, the wife and mother sat disconso-
late and with q sinking heart. How pale
and languid was she? The little girls had
besn busily At work since the morning
they would not let her stir as she sat SO
listless. wishing that she were quite we'll
One had swept the floor. another had made
the bed more comfortable for her poor in
valid boy-and every moment their little
feet, hands and tongues were going. The
boy was busy with slate and pencil, trying
he said, TO make the dear face of Doctor
Graves, who had made their poor mother
well again
Mrs Hall sat near the scan, FIRE think
Ing True she was better, but the cold
winter was coming and she feared it
would be many months before she was
quite strong Suddenly little Susy cried
out" Mother. they are bringing some
thing here" Presently . gentleman en-
tered and asked if Mrs Hall lived there
The widow answered Then here is .
sewing machine l was requested to leave
here"
= 1t must be another Mrs. Hall. sir;
have not ordered anything of the kind
= This Is where the ladies sent me. ma
dam; Mrs DR. Graves was one Of them
They said fifty, Pine street; l am sure it is
for you"
g. For me- cried the widow, clasping her
hands, while a rose color flushed either
cheek sewing machine for me-
%, mother isn't il beautiful cried
little Susy
= Why, mother, what are you crying
for 2 queried little Annie, the eldest Il
God know. how happy i ami! uod
secs how grateful ! am murmured the
widow, looking up through her tears
oh. my God. visit with thy choicest
blessings the dear christian hearts who
have done me this great good My Fa-
ther bless them, for they visit the widow
and fatherle.s in the time of their atfiic-
;ion-O, may God bless them here and
hereafter"
None can tell, save those who have un-
expectediy received some great boon in
time of great depression, how the poor wi
dow felt II seemed that health came to
her frame almost miraculously. The kind,
glorious hearted doctors wife came in on
the same day, not to receive thanks, but to
bs made happy by the sight Of genuine Joy.
To-day the widow is paying for her own
cottage home Her eldest daughter bids
fair to become treasure to her mother,
and an ornament to society. The poor de-
formed boy is an angel in heaven, and the
rest Of the family are going in the narrow
way, that in the end, the shining gates
that opened SO early for him. may receive
them too, perfect through their masters .
grace.