The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1860-01-05

answered the girl trying to avert her
face, while the tears swslIed in her eyes
from the effect she made q speak.
But perhaps I can. A soy rate you
know it docs Us good sometimes to con-
ide our sorrows to friend, aud l need
assure you that sincerely erieve because
Of your distress. u
And 20 with kind words and half Gu.
resting movements Of the little hand,
laid on the seamstress' arm, Ms. Clark
drew from her lips her sad story
She was an orphan, supporting herself
b. her daily lsbors, andf she had one
brother, just sixteen time years her
junior. lie had been kind of On under
clerk 10 large wholesale establishment,
where there vas every pskpect Of pro-
motion, but he had. ssrsl Psly injured
himself in the summer, Uniting some
heavy bales Of goods, aud u last dan.
gerous fever had set in, which had finally
left him in SO exhausted state that the
doctors had no hopes Of his recovery
And to think that SHOULD never sc.
him again, Mrs. Clark cried the poor
girl with free burst Of tears TO think
he must die, among strangers, in hos.
pital, with no loving face to bend over
him in his las, hours, or brush away the
damp curls from his forehead, which
mama use to be so fond Of Oh George
my darling, my bright faced little
George, and here the poor girl broke out
in storm Of tears.
poor child, poor child, murmured
Mrs Clark, her sweet eyes swimming in
tears-'how much would it cost to 20 to
your brother, and return she asked at
last.
About thirty dollars. 1 have not 50
much money in the world. You see it il
nearly four hundred miles; but l could
manage to support myself very we'll after
I got there.
A thought passed quickly thre ugh Mrs
Clark's mind. She stood still few no.
ments, her blue eyes fixed in deep medi.
tntion. AT last she said kindly:
We'll, my child, try to bear up bravely,
and We will see what can be done for you,
and the warm, cheerful tones co,nfortcd
the sad heart Of the seamstrcss.
The lady went up stairs aud took the
pieces out Of her ivory portmoni;o. -
There was brief struggle 10 her mind
'SomehoA I've set my mind on this vel.
vet cloak, she thought and Edward will
be disappointed. was going to select
the velvet this afternoon. But then
there's the dying boy, lying there with
strange faces all about him, and longing
rs the slow hours 20 by, for sight of
the sister who loves him, and would not
this thought haunt me every time | pu,
on my cloak. After all, my old broad
cloth is not SO hid, If it is only turned
And | am sure can bring him to my
way Of thinking. No, you must &c
without tho cloak this time, and have the
pleasure of knowing hat v", have smooth
ed the path going down the valley OF
the shadow Of death, Mary Clark. And
she closed the portmon@ resolutley, and
went down stairs.
Janet, put up your work t is moment
there is no time to be lost. Here is
the money. Take it aud 60 to your
brother
The girl lifted her eyes moment, al
most in bewilderment, to the lady, and
then As she conprehended the truth, a
cry Of such joy broke from her lips, that
its memory mover faded from her heart
in al the after years Of Mrs. Clsrk's life.
"'Gcorge George The words leap.
ed from her lips as the sister sprang for.
ward to the low bed where the youth lay,
his white sharpened .'ece cleaning death
like from amidst his thick yellow curls.
He opened his large eyes suddenly, and
flush passed over his pallid face. lie
stretched out his thin arms, exclaiming:
"Oh Janet, Janet, l have prayed
God for sight of you once more before
l died.
cells pulse is stronger than it has
been for three weeks, and his face has
better hue, said the doctor few hours
later, as he made his morning visit thro'
the beds Of the hospital.
Cells sister came yesterday and watch
ed with him, answered the atten- nj
glancing at the young girl who hung
breathless over the sleeping invalid.
"Ah, that explains it. am not
certain but the young man has rccupera-
tive power enough left to recover, if he
could have the care and tenderness for
the next three months, which I've alone
eau furnish.
How Janet's heart leapt wildly at the
very words.
Tha. very morning che had An inter
view Nth the employers of ler brother.
They had been careless but not intention.
ally unkind, and the story enlisted all
their sympathics.
In day or two, George was removed
to quiet, comfortable private house,
and his sister in1talled herself by his
couch, his nurse nd comforter.
Three years have passed The shadows
of night were dropping already around.
Mrs. Clark sat ia her chamber humming
a nursery tune, to which the cradle kept
a sort Of r'ymic movement Suddenly
the door opened
"'Sh-sh, said the young mother, and
she lifted her finger with smiling warn.
ing IS her husband entered.
"sThere's something for you, Mary
1t came BY express this afternoon. He
said this in an uudertone, placing a small
package in her lap.
The lady removed the covers with eyes
filled with wonder, while her husband
leaned over her shoulder and watched