St. Charles City Republican intelligencer. [volume] (St. Charles City [Charles City], Iowa) 1857-1861, 1860-12-13

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that it gives you no trouble"
Oh, the quic!; throb of joy which
thrilled that lonely, dcsoIatc heart
The gratitude which beamed in that
poor mothers eye as she took the cup
and almost flew up the narrow back
stairway to her moaning baby, whose
| dry lips drank the refreshing draught
with all the eagcrness of famine. She
had friend, and that too in such Ga
noble gentleman
Great was the astonishment Of the
lady of thc house to find, on sitting
down to the table, that her cream
pitcher was empty.
"Cnnid that Sarah have taken it?"
she inquired of the little waiter.
81 believe am responsible for it,"
said Dr. Ross, as he quietly broke an
egg in his glass.
"Oh, Mr.. Ross, beg your pardon,
sir, did not know you were fond Of
milk. Jane, set on u glass Of milk
for Mr. Ross"
Mr.. Ross had been but month in
the house, and as he rented the most
expensive front chamber, which COM
mandcd such lovely view of the riv-
er, and what was still better paid for
it punctually every week, his peculiar.
tiles of taste were to be studied on all
occasions 1t was worth an effort to
secure such a boarder permanently.
That same day in which he had
brought such gladness to the heart of
the poor Irish mother he was uncx-
pcctedly called to town, and there de-
taincd by his business for week.
1t was bitter February evening
when he returned, but the parlors
were glowing warm and bright as he
entered them. He was gladly well
coined by the group assembled there,
: who gathered eagerly round to inquire
the latest news from town, which, in
the blocked state Of the road, seemed
/ lust then a far-oif land. In the midst
of the cheerful conversation the tea
bell rang, and, giving his arm TO the
nearest lady, passed out with the. rest
to the dining-room.
The waitcrgirl had slipped on the
icy steps two days before and sprained
her ankle badly so Sarah waited at
table. But now no Sarah appeared.
: \ second call failed to bring her.. but
after the third harsh clang of the bell
/ the door opened, and all eyes were
= turned toward it, But the picture
which met their view was one which
= caused the ladies to start in terror and
t utter little shricks, while the gentle
9 men looked with curiosity to see what
would come next.
I - can not serve your table when
{ my child is dying" said the halt-frcn-
t zicd mother between her set teeth, and
0 in a voice which half froze her listen
crS.
a Mrs. Harding looked aghast for a
l. moment, but was the first TO recover
herself, and trying to smother her
/. rage, said sharply, " Sarah, | will per-
: NIT 10 more Of this fooIishness. l
9 have given you the whole afternoon
= to tend your child, who has only q
f slight cold, as every one has this
weather, and sure you must shock all
/ the ladies by rushing in to say that
it is dying. You will both leave my
h house tomorrow morning.
II "Not if the Child is really sick, you
| know" said one Of the ladies'.
d OH, no. Of course not" said tho
lady, rccolIectinG she had character
tc to sustain. But then it is not, you
l., may depend. These people are so
It full of fancics-Oh, it is such atrial
?" ladies, nerer try housekeeping if you
II value your peace" and the lady as.
sumed very touching, martyrlike air.
h, Il am a physician" said Mr.. Ross,
N rising and placing back his chair with
ne decided look, "aud if this child is
i'll sick will attend it,
is "Oh, no. indeed, you shall not, must
ii, not, dear Mr.. Ross" said the widow
d. in great CONSERVATION. To think o
your being so troubled for that good
u, tor-notEing-" she checked herself il
ve time to save an unladylike expression
then darting a dark glance at til.
he shivcring creature in the doorway
W. bade her leave the room instantly
he But the mothers heart had reached ;
al pass where there were no barriers.
on "The howly mother bless you, Sill
if YOU be a docther and will come an
as see my poor little Kathleen as lies
rs dying, with never a prayer said eve
Isl her"
he Il will 60" he said, in tone S
ng decided that the lady of the mansio
he knew very well that her interference
mt was idle. She begged the lady bcsid
ca her to preside i'll her place, and fo
She lowed that cchoing tread to the bal
,ck attic-room at the top OF the house. q
t little ragged bed, in a corner Of Il
the chilling room, lay the little, wan su
ing fercr, her eyes wandering restlcssl
i~h from one spot to another, the th
did blue hands constantly moving to al
cx- fro. and the little head turning une
yer silly from side to side on the hard p
led low. The agonizcd mothers sol
her burst forth airCSh.
zed Hush, my poor woman" said Il
suf- in very gentle tone. Then stoopil
,dy over the little sufferer, he raised h
res very tcndcrly in his arms and ba
the mother open the door, Just tn,
av- Mrs. Harding entered, quite out
ars breath.
Tou "Oh, dear me, what are you goiI
les, to do. On, am SO shocked De
. | Mr., Ross, really cannot permit this
! to Madam, VIII You Stahu aslue
he said with glance and tone
hat command which went to the We
al depths of her sordid soul. She quail
Die, before it, and the same stately st
5 of descended the narrow stairway, tn
;sed down the broad, carpeted steps I
,are they stopped before his own do
.ren again he kindly badc the bewildel
mother open the door, and in anotl
ing, minute the wasted babe was resti
the upon the snowy pillows of his O.
bed, the warm air bathing softly
nan chilly limbs. Mrs. Harding again
am peared by his side to offer objectio
but she was sternly set aside.
4 if "Will you send me glass Of wa