The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1862-09-04
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80, mother, mother, am so tired"
The dew-drops quivered like imperial dia
monds upon the broad green plumes of the
corn-held by the waysIde; the grass THAI hem
over the tootpath was heavy with evening
moisture, and the solitary old pine-tree at The
curve of the road upheld it's black fringed arms
against sunset sky, where the rudy crimson
had long since faded into sombre gray. Birds
were warbling their last vespers, under the
shadow OF softly moving leaves; blossoms were
closing their fragrant cups, along the course Of
u thousand dulcet-voiced streams sleepy little
ones were gathered safely round every hearth
stone; yet these two wanderers cung topethe,
homeless and alone, III the falling shadows OF
the night.
Cheer up, my child, we have not very far to
go. Come closer--et me brush the dew from
your curls. Now take my hand
But the child hung back, sobbing with wea,
rlness and exhaustion, aud the pale Young
mother bending over her in the vain attempt
TO soothe the hysterical excitement, did not
hear the rumble of advancing wheels until
they passed close to her, and a rough. hearty
voice exclaimed
What ails the little girl? Amt sick-is
she?'
Mary Ellsworth had never seen Farmer
Raynestord before-yet the moment her ewes
rested on his wrinkled, sun burned face. with
the shabby brows overshadowing kind ewes.
she felt that he was friend, and made answer
promptly. .....
Not sick, sir, bat very tired. We have
walked long way to-day
Got much further to go?' asked the farm
er, tickling his horses ear with The end of his
whip.
TO Breckton'
Mr. Raynesford gave low whistle.
That's four miles off, and the little gal is
pretty nigh used up Already
i know it, said the woman, with a sigh,
but have no money to hire a lodging nearer.
In Breckton hope to obtain work in the fac
tory
Farmer Raynesford gave the seat OF his wag-
on thump with the whip handle that made
old Bonny drop the mouthful of clover he
was nipping from the road side, and prick up
his ears in establishment.
i won't hear no such thing said he, ener-
gercally why, that child cant go twenty
rods further Here, get in long with me
You wontbe none the worse tor bit of supper
and good nights rest. l know HannahT
scold ! he muttered, as he lifted the little girl
to his side and extended his hand to the molh-
err but can't see folks perishin' by the
wayside and never offer to help EN- | don't
care ii she scods the roof of The house off,
He drove rapidly along, making occasional
interjectional remarks to his horse, while Mrs.
Ellsworth drew her thin shawl around the liz
tie golden head that already dropped drowsily
upon her shoulder, and thought with a dee D
sensation of gratitude upon the shelter Heaven
had provided in her sorest strait.
| IL was an oddly-shaped old farm house. gray
with the storms OF nearly halt century, with
broad door stone, overhung by giant lilac
b,,sb md n r. 19cI,,
! bloomy month of June, a great FIRE roared mn
the wide throated chimney, and shining rows
of tins winked and glittered at every upward
leap of the flames. Such neat kitchen as it
was! The floor boards white as snow, the win
dows clear as diamonds, the hearth timely
brushed up, and the table spread for supper in
the middle of the room. Mrs. Ellsworth's heart
involuntarily warmed at the genial sight.
Mr.. Raynesford jumped out of the wagon,
| threw the relns over q post, and went in to
coneiliate his domestic despot.
| Look here, Hannah said he to tall, angu.
lar looking female who emerged from pantry
near oy, at the sound of his tootstep, her face
nearly or quite as sour as the saucer of pickles
she was carrying, Jest set couple more plate:
on the table, will you? I've brought home &
woman and a little gal that found piece be
low heer, cen almost tired to death. They was
calculatin to walk on to Breckton. but
thought it wouldn't hurt us to keep 'em ove
night -
I'm astonished at you, Job Raynesford,
said his better half, in a tone of indignant re-
monstrance. We might jest as well hang gu
a tavern sign at once, ana done with it-you'r
always bringing home some poor mis- able cree
tur or other, and
There, there, HANNAH interrupted Mr.. Raw
nesford. I'm always willin to hear to yor
when you're anywhere reasonable, but it ooe
Gear ag' n my grain to see poor folks sufferin
and never stretch out helpiu' hand Tain
ScriPter nor faint human natur'
We'll, go your own gait, Job Raynesford
responded his wife, tartly, only mark no
words, if you don't end your days in the poor
house 'twont be through no fault O. yourn!'
? She shut the pantry door with bang tina
g made all the jelly cups and milk pans rattl,
: while Job, with an odd grimace, v ent cut I
help his guests to alight.
Don't mind my old woman, said he, apolC
getically, as Mrs, Ellsworth sprang to tn
ground she's kind O. sharp spoken, but sh
means well arter all. We amt all lest alike
our notions, you know'
IF all the world were like you, sir said tn
young widow, with tears in her eyes, Their
II would be less want and suffering by farn
h Farmer Raynesforl pretended not to hear
n he was busy lifting little Mary out
Set on them Dlackberres, Hannah sal
= be, towards the close of their evening meal
the little gals SO tired she can't eat nothil
: soid7'
4 was calculatin' to keep the blackberrie
for the donation party tomorrow, said Mr.
n Raynesford, rising with rather an unwilin
air.
Nonsense quoth the farmer, with broa
laugh. I'm havin' donation party of m
own to night! Here, little one, see if the.
, berries don't put the color into your cheeks =
All the evening little Mary sat by the heartI
with her hands in her mothers, and her larg
blue eyes fixed earnestly upon the kind ia
mer S face.
What are you thinking about dearest
asked Mrs. Ellsworth, once. She drew Ion
sigh, and whispered
90 mamma he is SO kind tousp
The tops of the far off eastern woods no
just being turned to gold by that wondTons
chemist, the rising sun, when Mary Enswor,
4 and her little girl set out upon the lone wa
: to Breckton. Job RaynesfIrd went wiz The
e. to the gate, fumbling uueasily in his poke
and glancing guilty around, to make an
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