The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1861-04-27
A TOUCHING STORY.

The following beautiful incident is told
by Pomeroy. of the La Crosse Owls. I'm
ion and Democrat. in a late editorial CORES
pondence from Dunkirk, New York
On the tram last night which left Chi
cago on The Pittsburg and Fort Wayne road,
there was touching incident that showed
forth ike the MONDAY sun, the deep aud
lasting love of sister. There was on
board, in the sleeping car. young lady
from Albany. New YORK. the only sister Of
pale, emaciated invalid who lay on couch,
the motion of the cars as it seemed, hasten
ing with a sort of eager tremble the life
from him. A little over four years since,
duty, as he thought, called him from the
store in which he was engaged. TO Kansas.
He thought some one there might be in
danser-he went forth-concluded to make
his home there-bravely toiled till he fell
sick with consumption, and sent at last for
his sister, girl Of about twenty, and his
only living relative. to come and kiss the
death damp from his brow. She went, and
her gentle care seemed to revive him, ill
he determined to set his face towards the
east and there seek health, or quiet grave
beside his mother.
They started, but the travel was too much
for his wasted energies, and at Chicago he
was carried on board the train, and laid in
the berth, as though he were an unconscious
infant. AS he lay there, pale and coughing,
it was beautiful TO see with what holy. Sis
terly devotion would that girl watch beside
him, fearful lest wish might be formed,
but vet unbreatned, that 81 e did not antici-
pate She wiped the clammy Precipitation
Fl ON his pale brow. She gently smoothed
back his damp hair, and softly kissed his
forehead as she bent over him At times
he would rally little, and ask how far they
had come, and then sink back exhausted
Passengers gathered about, ready and anx-
ious to relieve him, but it was little they
could do. AT times he would, as he turned
his weary head and closed his aching eyes,
mutter-'. OF, hoac Slov-I never shall see
nv home % About midnight he asked the
conductor ''how fast they were going %
about thirty miles an hour"
''And I am going faster get than that 2"
he muttered half unconsciously. as he open
ed his eyes and turned his head which lay
in the lap of his sister, so he could the bet
ter look up into her moistened eye.
A little past one, he aske1 his sister the
hour. She told him. A few moments later
he reached out his skeleton hand to place
within hers. and almost whispered, KISS
me, sister, before I sleep" and closed his
eyes. Slowly the muscles of his neck re-
laxed, his head fell gently to one side as
thought he was sleeping. his fingers loosed
their scarcely perceptible grasp. and he lay
there as quiet as a babe on its mothers
breast He was dead While the cars
were hurriedly bearing him to the home he
SO longed to see, his spirit too impatient to
wait the rapid pulsation of the engine, had
lett the body, and gone to find mother in
the invisible world. While the cars were
rumbIing along at rate of speed fearful.
if one stops to think of it. death had over
taken, entered, and borne off in triumph
victim. and fastened on for another one.
There were more tears shed last night
than those that fell like rain from the eyes
of the tired, wearied and loving sister
The car seemed to become still-silent as
death, as kind friends gently laid his head
down from her lap, and led her weeping
away. There were fearful eyes, moistened
cheeks, and trembling hands, ready to do
all that could be done for the deserted pris-
ON house of the flying spirit, and there were
kind words, but none too kind for the sis
ter who now stood alone in the world.
And there were those present who gladly
volunteered to take charge of and accompa-
ny both the dead and living TO the home
now completely de.olate.
They who insist that man IS altogether
depraved-that there is not somewhere in
the heart a spot that is ever alive to sympa-
Inv for those in trouble, should have seen
the kindness manifested last night toward
the dying, the dead, and the heartbroken.