Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1860-12-07

little ones came tumbllng out on tn
platform, of all ages, from one to ten.-
There were grandpas, grandmas, auntie
uncles, and cousins in plenty; and lon
before the train had staid it's "twent
minutes for refreshments Nellie an
Bess were trotting away at full spec
with an additional load of two beautifr
Children boy and girl-behind then
towards the "Crow's Nest" as Uncl
zeke always called their pretty plac
on the hill top.
II declare, they're nice looking chill
dren, Zeke ain,t they?" asked Aun
Kissy, in soft tone.
"They are that" answered Uncl
'Zeke.
What in the world had come over tn
two. Nobody ever heard them spea
that way before. Their voices were n
more like Aunt Kissy and Uncle Zeke'
than an eolian harp is like the crashin
of wind mill.
"Would you like to live with me, m
little man?' asked Uncle Zeke, to tn
boy, blue-eyed club of four years.
II don't no thir; will you keep Jessie
too?"
"Well, 1 guess we'll have to let Jessi
go with Mr.. Van Meter"
"Fhen, won't thay; she's my this
ter, and I'm going to thay where sh
thays, cauth mama's dead, and I'll tax
care of her when l get big"
"Me kiss you" lisped the curly headee
little Jessie, looking Aunt Kissy in til,
face, and stretching up her baby hands
eff you'll teep her, I'll stay and b,
your boy farmer" said the boy, tumb
ling himselfin Aunt Kissy's arms also
and giving her smack. II love my
little thister, and I'll love you too, i
you'll make her your little dirl. Mr.
Van Meter said so.
"Bless their little hearts," said Uncle
Zeke, drawing out his big red bandana
II you'll live with me-what's your
name, little one?''
"My name Harry"
eff you'll stay with me, Harry, I'll
let you drive my horses one of these
days, and hold the whip. Don't yog
want to hold the whip?'
"Will you teep my thithter?"
"See, Kissy, what persistent little
rogue" Uncle Zeke turned to the back
seat, and there sat Aunt Kissy, the old
maid of forty, with the gem of ba BY
pressed to her heart, her whole face
radiant with born love. The two
bright eyes were looking lovingly up
into hers, the little hands were clasping
her own, while the cherry lips, parted
with witching smile, showing two
rows of snowy teeth, as they whispered
mamma and then the little eyes gently
closed. and the weary, motherless, father
less babe, slept upon the stranger heart,
sucking its little tongue, while the soft
smiles fitted over it's face as if angels
were whispering to the forlorn feundling,
of "home and mother once more"
"Just look! little tired thing, isn't it
beautiful? I never saw so pretty a
child. You may do as you like, Zeke,
but this little thing and me don't part
any more"
'And | shan't let Harry go begging,
you may be sure of that"
s'Well, Ezekiel, why not. I was think
ing this morning, when you was hurry
ing ME sol was just getting some nice
socks and under ffannels for that good
man-wnat shame it was for us to live
there alone, and SO many of Gods good
blessings going to waste. We could
take dozen, and not miss all they'd eat
and wear" -.
"Just my sentiments, 'zactly. Let's
shake hands on that. These children
shall never go out after home and
parents again. AS | do unto them, even
so may God do unto me"
"Amen,' said Aunt, solemnly, as she
leaned forward toward her brother
their lips met, and their tears fell on
the faces of the orphans, while whole
volume of music went floating out
through the hills and woods, waking all
things beautiful and good into harmony
and love. The best piano training of a
half century could not have softened
and modulated woman's voice so much
as had that exquisite tuner of life harps
the love of little children, in the last
precious hour-that Of Aunt Kissy.
* x X x x x x
That night, week after, when the
clock struck eight, there was a strange
sight in Aunt Kissys neat sitting room
little blocks, from the shop, empty
spools on a string, and queer looking
bundle of rags, with caricatnre, set of
arms and legs, lay about the floor
There was a hammer, too, and some cobs,
and ever so many more things, to be seen
about, that had never had the slightest
countenance there about, in all former
times.
There sat Uncle Zeke, with his boy
on his knee, in one corner, and Aunt
Kissy, who had said a thousand times,
'she'd never raise other folks children, I"
singing lullabys to little Jessie.
'Well, Kissy, what do you think,
shall we give 'em up?''
Aunt Kissy clasped her baby closer
in her arms, but sal never word for a
whole minute, and then she lifted the
little rosy cherub up to her face, and
kissed its sleeping lips.
"Don't you think the fire burns
brighter than common these nights,
brother Ezekiel? am sure it does, and
l never heard the canary whistle such
sweet tunes as he does now.'
Twas all she said. Uncle understood it.
@-" Does my son William, that's in
the army, get plenty to eat?'' asked an
old lady of recruiting sergeant, the
other day. :" He sees plenty, " was the
laconic reply. Bless his heart, then,
[ know he'll have it if he can see it he
always would at home.
BIA An enraged gentleman addressing
from his chamber window, youth who
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