The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1862-11-19

don't know auy stories, and she says am
bore. What is bore?" said the sweet
child. looking trustingly in my face.
/" Never mind now" said |, tearfully;
Z you may stay with me whenever you
like, and We will be very good friends"
The dinner bell sounding. gayly dress
ed young thing vociferated. 10 voice any
thing but musical, "Charle, Charlie 7"
When apologized for keeping him. she
said carelessly, as she rearranged her brace
lets. 20, il don't signify, if you have pa
tience with him, he's so tiresome with his
questions. I've bought him heaps Of toys,
but he never wants to play. and he is for
ever asking me such old-fashioEed ques-
tons. Keep him and welcome, when you
like; but take my word for it. you will re-
pent your bargain = and she tripped gayly
down to dinner.
Poor little Charlie Time in plenty to
adjust those siiken ringlets; time TO en-
broider all those little gay dresses time 10
lInger over the last new novel but for the
soul that looked forth from these deep blue
eyes, no time to SOW the good seed, no
time to watch lest the enemy SOW tares."
From that time Charlie and | were in
separable. The thoughtless mother, we'll
content to pass her time deyouring all sorts
Of trashy literature, and in all kinds Of
idle conversation with her drawing room
companions. The young father. weary with
business troubles, contenting himself with
quiet good night" and closing tie day
lby visit to the theatre or concert-room.
Poor Charlie, meanwhile, put to bed, for
safe keeping, would lie for hours, tossing
rcs,ies.ty from side to side, " with nothing
Ion his mind" as he innocently said to me.
What juy to iii by bis side and beguile
the lonely hours: There | learned 10 ufi-
derstand the meaning of our Sayiour's
words. /" For Of such is the kingdom Of Hea-
ven"
In bis clear sil,ery tones, he would re-
peat after me, "Our Father" asking me
the meaning of every petition; then he
would say, !" Why don't ,ou tell Lizzie /:
Lizzie don't know any prayers 7"
One night sang him these lines
sweet fields beyond the swelling aood
stand dressed ii living green 4
Ne raised himself in The bed. while tears
trembled on his long lashes. and said, 20
sing that again--it seems as il | saw .
Beautiful picture" Then taking nv gaf.
tar, would sit BY his bedside. and watch
the eyes droop aud grow heavy with slum-
ber as sang TO him. And she whuse duty
and JOY and pride il should have been |,
. guide those little feet 10 Him who biddeth
: little children come" was indolenlly and
: contentedly bound IN ilowery letters, of hei
own making. unmindful that an angel.
! destiny was entrusted 10 her careless keep.
iug.
: Little Charlie lsy tossing in his little
bed, with high fever. Il is net ncedful Il
tell Of the hold he had upon nv heart ant
services. Ills childish mother, either una
bic o. unwilling 10 see his danger. had let
. him IN my cliatge-,lrawn from his .iIe j,
the attraction Of militats bali. change,
!. hls heated pillows, gave him tic eouiii.
draught. balhed bis teselish temples, and
: finally at his request. ruckcl him gently |,
z quiet his rrstlessness. lie placed bis TIL
Tie arms carsssingly about nv nerk iii,
said. . sing 70 me u Heaven" When
lnished, he looked languidls up ard si,l
] -" Where's l.tz1ies-l must ice t.lxlie. !
G and a. the words died upon ~ ips, Nj
! eyes dropped, hs hear; flultered like
] prisoned bird. and little Charlie vas count
! ell one ot thc hcayenl, fold.
!. As ! closed his eyes and crossed Iii
: dlmpled hands peacefully upon his litil
! breast, bis last wards rang i,arfulls in III
!. ears" Where's Ltzaie,"
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