The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1864-03-03

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aslape, an hid it to bring to you"
! And the child looked up into the lady s
/ face and the latter saw truth stamped in the
{ lnornful blue eyes that looked into hers; and
a tear quivered on her own eye-lash as she
| turned towards the house, and called her chill
dren.
Come her, Charles and Jane You see
| this little girl. Shs was here the day before
yesterday, as you both know, and received
great deal from me. As she was coming
to the house on that day, she was tempted
| to do very wrong-she broke one OF Gods
commands, and stole this cap. She might
| have kept it without even being suspected
of the theft, for we thought it was the beg
gar man that stole it. Well this little girl
was moved with gratitude towards me, and
of her own accord brought back the cap to-
day ! do not know if she was aware of the
great sin of which she has been guilty but
what wish to cali your attention to is, the
remembrance Of Kindness and her modes
ty in confessing her fault. Go, my little
girl" she continued, addressing Grace go,
to the kitchen, and will send you something
to eat'' -.- ...........,. ...... ...........
The lady returned to the house with her
children, and ringing for the servant desir-
ed him to tell the cook to give the little girl
some food, and to let her know when she had
| finished
Presently the man entered, saying that the
| little girl wanted to go.
| "Why, she had not time to eat anything"
observed his mistress.
! ''She hasn't eat anything, mann; she says
| she wants to take it home"
| Il, II j,t, taC I'D m
| her"
| They found her in the kitchen, tying up
some bones and potatoes III all old handker-
| chief
"Why won't you eat anything my poor
/ girl ?" asked the mistress Of the house
"Ah, lady, Pm not hungry, an it's late
an far way oil, an'-an-' ..
! And the remembrance Of her little brother
stole across her mind, and she burst into
tears.
Don't cry don't cry" said the lady kind
| ly. "Whats the matter come, tell me-"
And the voice Of the kindness went to her
| heart-how little she knew it!-she sobbed
more bitterly.
''Colne, dear, tell me, said the lady more
kindly
Poor Grace the good lady called her
''dear''-her the poor beggar girl And the
corresponding chord in her own heart, till
| then unstrung, answered the tender word.
She screamed, as she threw herself at the la
dy's feet.
'sNed, poor Ned, was d.owned yesterday,
au'-an'- buried the day
She choked with sobs She knelt there
the servants stood around her. There was
hardly dry eye; the children wept bitter
ly-the good old cook raised her up.
'Ihere mavourneen, don't take on so.-
And your brother was drowned, acushla ma
chree Is there any more Of ye"
Two little vans sobbed the girl.
''And, my poor childyo came over here,
to return my cap the Gay your brother was
buried" said the lady, actually crying her
self.
eyes, MAN, answered Grace, not exact
Iy understanding why she should not have
come on that account. The poor seldom al
low the death of their friends to Interfere
with their occupations.
Where do You live, and what is your
name?'
''Grace Kennedy ma'am; and / live
about four miles from this beyant Oscar, near
Mr.. WorreII's"
Margaret" said the lady, addressing her
cook, give her some broken meat aud pota-
toes, and let her go home.
So Grace hurried home, and found hepta-
ther there who had Just arrived before her.
And the children had been left all day by
themselves for their mother had not been
home at all ; and their fire had gone out,
and there they cried all day, cold and hun
CRY.
How their eyes glistened when Grace pro
duced her store! She had not touched bit
herself-she waited to eat with them; SO she
set to work and heated some, and the four
had happy, comfortable meal
Mick and his mother arrived iate-the lat
ter again drunk. Some brawlug and abuse
took place, until she was at last persuaded
to go to bed. And Grace lay down beside
her little brother and sister, and slept more
/ happily than she had done for some time
To return to the family who had been 50
kind to her.
The lady whose cap she had returned was
wife to Mir. Saunders, agent to a consider
able property i'll their neighborhood.
! Little Grace had excited warm interest
in Mrs Saunders heart. The children had
become quite fond of her. and eager to learn
| how her little brother was drowned.
As the family sal around the fire. after
dinner, she mentioned the circumstance to
| her husband.
| do not think, she continued, that it
was an honest principle which induced her
| to return the cap, so much as fine feeling
of gratitude, which would not allow her to
iniure one who had been kind to her but 1t
is a fine, noble nature on which to graft good
principles Do, dear John, let Inc try an eX-
pertinent with that little beggar girl. Let
me take her from her poverty, and bring her
up as a servant, say, and see what that fine
disposition will be with education The eX-
pense will not be great, as she is quite old
enough to be useful in many ways, III the
house"
ooh, do, papa, cried Jane, ''and l will
hear her lessons"
q see no objection to youep plan, Ellen, if yor
wish" answered Mr.. Saunders; 'but Woulc
recommend you to make more inquiries re
Iative to her parents and their character. -
) Where does she live?'
beyond Oscar, near a Mr.. Worrells."
s'Oh, / know Worrell very well he is {
most respectable man, and will, dare say
| be able to give us every information. l hav,
some business in Hollywood tomorrow;
: will drive you round by Oscar if you wish
aud you can ask WorreIl all about her
4 That will do exactly, John, said the la
$ dy, as she left the dining room.
E The next day was wet, greatly to the dis
Y appointment of the children; but the day at
t ter, the sun shone out beautifully, and tn
whole party set out on the car. Mr.. Saun
4 ders did his business in Hollywood, and thel
turned to 90 home 10y the Oscar road. The
:. learned from MIR. and Mrs Worrelfs full an
true account of little Ned's death, and ais
d the cause of it, as appeared on the inquest
I Mrs. Worrell was loud in her praises
: Grace's disposition, saying, what pity
was that she has such a bad example betor
her.
S The fathers good enough said her hus
band. IF he had work; but the mothers
:, terrible bad woman. 1t was only the othe
night-the very night the little boy was bu