The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1861-01-24

Back back! Good heavens I! the
child is under his feet-back--back y
40! mamma, it is our horse run over
a poor little boy-oh mamma-mam-
ma !"
els he hurt much, coachman - The
woman's face is pale as arhcs. 'Yes, he
is hurt badly-take him right in-don' t
wait-carry him right in and upstairs.
1t was our carelessness-the child shall
be attended to-
There is no anguish now. Perhaps
God saw he had borne all he could, and
SO took the poor little broken heart up
there, to heal. How very white and
quiet 80. sweet face-a sweet,
sweet face ~ murmurs the oman, bend.
ing over the boy, and tears fall upon his
forehead-tears--but he does not feel
them.
90! the poor little boy p sobs Nelly,
"the poor little boy. l wish he had kept
on the side walk ; l wish he had staid at
home with his mother"
Alas /! in this world there was no moth.
er to keep him.
The doctor came. said he was not dead
but would very likely die. There was
hospital near the poor thing had better
be sent there. But the good woman
would not hear to that. She would care
for him herself, she said; he had been
injured by one of her horses, and she felt
that it was her duty to attend to hin
Besides. it was likely that the child had
no mother. Such boy as he, With
face so sweet and girlish, so pure ano
lovable, would never be sent on the
streets, like that, if he had mother
Besides--and here her tears fell-there
was little mound, not yet green, over
just such child. No, no, it vas OF in
her heart to put the poor wounded boy
away. Let him stay--whether he lived
or died.
The weary, weary days passed on.
One morning the little boy opened his
him blue eyes, but he did not know him
self. His glance fell wearily on his
hands. There were white bands around
his writs, with ruffles on them. The
bed was SO snowy white, too, and GRIM
son light fell over everything.
Dear God +! l am in heaven muir
INJURED the child-''yes, God will take
care Of me now"
What vision of loveliness glanced
forth from the shadow behind the bed
The rich curls fell all around a face o.
exquisite beauty, the beaming eyes look
cd love and gladness upon him,
90! yes--and that is an ANGEL h'
said softly. "I am glad. They won
knock me over again-they wont wan
me to steal apples here, and perhaps
shall never die again. Now | want te
see my MOTHER
"My dear boy, are you better this
morn.ng?'
He turned slowly, wearily.
care you better, dear -
lis it mother?' he murmured.
90! yes - and there was quick sobs
and tears; "yes, my little child, | vii
be your mother, and you shall be my son
Will you love me dearly p
Yes, l do love you: mother; is il
heaven Z"
Heaveu-no, darling, it is earth
but God sent you here, to our hearts
and you shall be loved and cared for
See, here is little sister, and you will b.
very happy with her. Kiss him, Nelly
Her rosy lips touched his pale ones
and heavenly smile lighted up his face
The past was not forgotten, but it va
gone No more mouldy crusts, oaths
harsh words, and blows. No more beg
ging at basement doors, and looking hal
famished, to envy a dog gnawing his bon
in the street. No more fear of rud
children, who never knew where thei
own hearts laid; no more sleeping o
door steps and listening in terror to tn
drunken quarrels of the vicious and dc
PRAYED.
Yes, the past was gone, and in tn
rosy future were elove-home-even GO
and the angels. Certainly sweet spirit
had guarded that child, and guided hin
ou. of seeming evil into postive good
Surely henceforth he would put his han
trustingly in theirs, aud turn his fac
heavenward. Yes, it was SO to be. Th
dear, teachable child, jewel picked fror
the mire--a brand snatched from tn
burning, was yet to illumine the dar
paths of this world, with his holy, hea,
en-like teachings. Like dove he W.
to go forth over the waters, and ind tn
olive branch with which to garland h
glad tidings. Blessings then on all VII
hold their arms out toward needy itl
children, making their homes arks i,
refuge Beautiful stars shall they hay
in their crowns of rejoicing-for surel
there is 10 jewel brighter in all h
world, and perhaps in all eternity, tha
the pure soul of little child.