East Saginaw courier. (East Saginaw, Mich.) 1859-18??, 1860-09-13


We were just half way across thu
meadow, when we heard sweet voice
crying,
please, siSter Kate, Rose wants to 90
too
| turned round, I remember, anc
thought how beautiful was the little crea
ture coming towards us. She was very
unlike her sister Kate. Kate was q
brunette, but the little white-robed fig.
ure tripping across the meadow had a
pale, spiritual face, and long curls OF
golden hair falling to her tinny waist
There was flush on her cheek, and a
look of eager beseeching interest in her
large blue eyes; and she stretched her
dimpled arms towards us, and kept cry
ing in her earnestness:
please girls, wait for Rose"
A Look of vexaton crossed Kate's face,
and she called out in a tone of extreme
irritability:
60 back, Rose you're too little to
come. Go back! 90 back?'
Kate always had a way of being
minded, and the little one put her iug-
ers to her eyes, and silently turned to-
ward the house. We hurried on in the
direction of the wood, without giving a
single glance backward. | think Kate's
conscience reproached her for selfshness,
and | know my own pleasure was spoiled
for the afternoon. We found plenty of
strawberries, red and ripe, among their
beds of leaves. There were little. blue
eyed blossoms, too, that kept reminding
me of Rosie and L was not sorry when
the sunset shadows heightened, and we
| turned to 90 home.
We had gone down the hill on. Of the
wood and crossed several rods of the
meadow land when Kate said in hoarse
whisper, see there girls, what is that
white thing by the brook. Do you see itY
We saw it and hurried toward it. 1t
was Rose. At first we thought she was
dead Scarcely seemed the faintest
breath to steal from her parted lips, and
the pulsations of the heart were SO weak
you could scarcely feel them She was
in kind of trance.like sleep. 1t was
some time before we succeeded in wax
ing her, and then her limbs seemed
chilled and stiffened by the subtle damp
ness of the meadow land atmospheric
She could not stand. How many times
that afternoon the little darling had
begged us to make chair for her with
our hands, and we answered that we
could not stop. We made one now
She twined her dimpled arms about our
necks, and held on very tight; but she
didn't speak except once and then she
only said, 'ain't most big enough, sister
Kate y
Mrs. Harrington met us at the door
with a wild look of alarm.
Good heavens Katep she exclaimed,
whats the matter with RoseY And
taking her from our arms she discovered
that her clothes were almost statured
with moisture. Kate, child why don't
you speak? Has Rose been in the water?'
No mama, but she went into the mea-
dow and got to sleep, and we found her
there sleeping.
'Oh, there were anxious hearts in Dea-
con llarrington's old brown house that
night. Very tenderly was the suffering
little Rose Graded on her mothers breast,
but not once did she speak coherently.-
Her cheeks burned and her eyes sparkled
with fever; here dimpled arms were
tossed above her head, and every little
while, between her means, she would
stretch out her hands toward some imag-
mary object, and say; please sister Kate,
isn't Rose most big enough?'
Three days passed-days of incessant
watching and WEAKNESS and towards
evening the little Rose opened her blue
eyes after restless slumber. She seem
ed much better, and the mother glanced
hopefully up to the kind physician bend
ing over her.
Il cannot say she's better, madam
God knows / wish could; but Rose must
die before mid-nightp and the tears stood
in glittering drops on the good mans
cheek.
The mothers grief was not noisy
She quietly lifted her darling from the
bed, and sat down with her IN her arms.
Kate stood by, sobbing, as if already the
brand of Cain were upon her brow.
please, mamma, said the little one
at length, 'am | big enoug to go to Heav-
en- ?"
Yes, darling was the fearful answer.
Jesus loves little Children
and, mamma, do you s'pose he'll for
give me for sitting down in the meadow
to watch Kate, when you told me i
mustn't never stay there?'
Yes my pet, the good Savior will for
give you for everything, if you are only
sorry; but Rosie doesn't want to 90 to
heaven and leave mother, does sheY
Il heard some body say / must 90
when was asleep, mother; beautiful
lady, with, oh! such white shining wings,
and she stretched out her arms to take
me but | didn't go. l woke up just to
kiss you and sister once more. Please
kiss me Katie. Title Rose won't never
be naughty any more up in heaven, and
I'll grow big before you come, Katie, so
| can play with you up therel
There were tears, sighs, funeral and
little coffin. The rosebud opened its
petals on the bosom of Jesus. The lit
tie earth flower was big enoug for
heavenp p
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