The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1863-10-23

"auI III MS nome, MS lie stripped IT Its
bloom, and desoation all around him.
at is hard-very, very hard" said tn;
poor woman ); but give me strength, deal
God, to bear the burden. Help me to do al
my duty, and to save ny children from tht
evils that beset Them"
Little Mary had, in the little patch O
ground behind the house, little rose-bush
"a pale, sickly thirg-oa which she lavished
the tenderest care. The day that her father
beat Johnny so cruelty, tiny little rose had
burst into bloom, and Mary was in ecstacies
over it. She was fondling it when, toward
evening, the father came home with his jug
in his hand. Forgetting how savagely be
had behaved only little while before, May
IN her JOY, called to him to come and look a,
her pretty little flower. Her delight seemed
to rouse the very worst passions cf his ma
ture-there are some natures, you know, Sc
perverse that they resent whatever is good
and pleasant--and walking deliberately to
t!le bush. he pulled of the rose and stamped
it on the ground. Then saying, with a hor-
rid oath, " Get out Of this" he pushed her
roughly away and lay down with his Jug be-
side him on the grass.
Mary was a sensitive creature her rose
bush was her only pet, and the loss of her
flower was like the loss of treasure which
could not be replaced. Crying bitterly, she
ran to her mother, and for an hour Law Sob
bing in her arms. After a while size was
put to bed, but her means did not cease ;
and even Johnny, lying with his bruised face
at her side, forgot his own grief in plying
his sister
The next morning little Mary was wild
with fever. The want of proper food, with
the excitement she had suffered. had proved
too much for her fragile frame, and now she
lay insensioe, her mother seeking III vain to
call home her wandering thoughts.
Johnny had gone out fo- the doctor. In
the street he met Harry Grant, to whom he
told his sad story. Harry hurried home, and
very soon the minister's wife was sitting with
Mrs. Wilson by little Mary's bed, speaking
consoing words. After a while the doctor
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IN a whisper. Thus a. night long She lay,
sometimes sleeping quietly. then roGsins in
startled manner as ii frightened by some
dream O"ce She sad. " Dom let hsm come,
mamma, and Mrs. Wilson knew she was
dreaming Of her father. from whose cruelty
all her Illness nat proceeded.
The night pass"t; The morning came, beau
titul ana fair; but I.a:y was no Deter. The
doctor called at an early hour, out only re-
malned moment. Taking Mrs. Wilson :
had, ne SAID, " Your little girl must die; she
can hardly live TIL nlsht, probibly no! later
than noon; where is your husband :"
Mrs. Wilson, with white face and choksd
voice, replied, | do not know, sir; may be
at the tavern. But oh, sir, can't yo1 save
my little sirl?'
The doctor did not answer; he only shook
his head, AID. pressing the mothers hand,
withdrew. Bat in a moment he returned
and said, " If there is anything ! can do for
you when she Is gone, let me know" and
again disappeared, muttering TO himself as
ne went. It's q shame 4 doyur;obt Grim.
that any man should 80 treat his family
lounyiro in II. tayern when b;s child Is
dr.nc"
Toxor1, ,oor Mrs Gran, with Harry
came 10 sit with Mrs. Wilson. J,bnnx was
NOT in he had heard what tha doctor said
70 his mother. and soon after slinned out nm.
no,icpd And wber. do von su,noSs he
WON'T We have said be was , brave hoy
and he proved # now He ,bougbt - him.
self Fa,bsr n,,St know wba, tho doc, .,
sail be may heat Mo AGAIN but 7 will %
and tell him. So sabb;ny as he wen,
Joh,,v W;lso, 20, off ,ouord n. ,.rorr
Raacb;no tho door ba saw b;s f,,bsr w;,b;n
STANDING at tho bar With him uc,e sorsr,I