The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1861-01-09

snVck upon Ms etfstf sne went up stairs, |
with two or three Iopg strides, aud entered
the nursery, from which the cries crne.
"What is the matter darling 2" he said,
as he caught the Rsepor in his arms
sWhat sils mS8Iislle Nsggy T.
@oh,, p.ps 4 psbai." sobbed the child,
clipaing to bis meek and lagiOg her wet
face closeto his.
"Jane," said Mr. Ftssier, looking at the
nurse, and spssEing with some sternness Of
manner, @why il AIsggy crying in this man
ner 90
i The girl lapksa xei.edbut pAle-"she's
been aesshtys z VI bet hRswer.
pspa Sst 10 stay here.
alt alone, and she pinched me and Slapped
me so hard Oh, pspa!" And the ehild's
wall rang out again, and she cung to his
nece. sobbing.
HAS she ever pinchod and slapped you
before z" asked the father.
"Sha does it most every day." answered
the little gill.
"Why hHVeH't you told me 4!
"She aid she'd throw M out of the win.
dow if told 0 dear o dear don't let
her do it papa !"
! "It's lie !" exaamcd the nurse passion.
ately.
Just look at my poor leg, papa" The
child sal this in hIshed whisper, with her
lips laid close to her fathers ear.
= M. F.Gzier sat down, and bsring the
chld's leg to the hip saw that it WIS covered
wi h blu" and Groenish spots, all above the
kuee and there was rot lsss than dozen
ot tho-" dI. liyuring marks. Ha examined
the other leg and found it in the same con,
dtion.
Mr.. F azi"r loved the chill with a deep
tenderness. Sac was his all to love. Her
IN 'hrr, between whom aud himself there
never had BEEN any sympathy, died two
I years before; ald since that tine, his pre-
sous darling apple OF his eye-h
been l"t Ia the tender mercies o. hired bur
( sea, over whose conduct it was impos> iblp
) tor him to hav4 any right observation. H.
3 h often earrd rhs, EIn2ay was neglected
y often troubled himselt on her account
d bur u.pci0n of cruelty like this, never,
never came into his Imagination rs possible
r Mr.. Ffezor was profoundly disturbed, but
even in his passion he was calm.
"Jane," he said sernly, 81 wish you to
leave the house Immediately 20
"Mr,. Frszier--"
t H HSGleHee ~ eowed' himself So stern
t and angry, evea iht6e suppressed utterance
. of the word, ,ha. !Jape started, and left the
Z. room instantly.
G Mr. Frazier rung the bell, and 10 the wait
er who answered il said
l. See that Jane leaves the house at once.
d Send her trunk wherever she may wish it
y. taken. Here is the mooey that is due.
4 must not zee her again"
As the waiter let The room GIf. FrszeI
y hugeei his child to his heart agai0, aEC
kissed her with IN eagerness # manner tha
y WAS uru,ua with him. He was iUnd, bu
quiet in his caresses., Nov the sleeping
impu ses Of strong heart were all awake
and active.
o In o email back chamber sat pale, swee
g. faced patient looking woman, reading let
II ter which had just been LEFT her by the post
man.
id "Thank God !" she said, RS she tiaishet
e reading it, and her soft, brown eyes were
y lifted upward. at looked very dark" sht
murmured, "but the morning has broker
again
ID A light, quick step was on the stairs ant
the door was pushed hastily open.
"CbarIes, DEAR"
!" The boy entered With an excited coun;e
nance. "Tm going to have a place, moth
!" er - he cried TO her the moment his fee
le were inside the door.
ar The pale woman smiled and held out he
hand to her boy. He came quickly to he
side
There is no necessity for your getting
n place now, Charles. We shall 90 back t
. England"
N ."Oh, mother !" the boys face was al
x. a4loW with sGnbaams.
I HIRE is aIetier from gentleman 10 New
,e York, who says that he is directed by you
ID Ulcle Wilton to pay our passages to Eng
land, it we will return. God is good, IN,
7 son. Let Us be thtnkluI."
n Charles now drew from his pocket tht
le note which Mr. F. zier had given him an,
I'd handed it o his mother.
"What is this 7" she asked.
d, "The gentleman who promised to get nj
a place told me to give it to you"
It The woman broke the seal. There wert
~ three bank bills of ten dollars each enclosed
and this brief sentence written on the shse
Q. of paper:
,u "God sent your son to q true friend. TAX
courage. Let him come to me tomorrow.
"Who gave you this !" she asked. He
IN pale face was growing warm with suddsI
at excitement.
IA gentleman. But don't know VII,
8. It was. I went into great many stores l.
q ask. il they didn't want boy, and at lac
is came where the gentleman was who sen
II you the letter. He spoke roughly to me Q
#. first, and then called me back and asked N
in who was and about my mother. toll