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

MI WOrrell"
"Why, sir, it hardly deserves the name of
house. They live in little howell about a
hundred yards off the road, i'll on the bog,
about quarter of a mile on the road to Els.
car. will go with you and show it."
COB, pray do not think of it, F" said both
lady and gentleman; ''send boy with us ;
it will be quite as we'll"
well ma'am, if you'll allow me I'll go
myself; the boys are all at work, and I've
nothing iii particular to do and, to tell the
truth, | am rejoiced that you are going to
do something for our little favorite, Grace,
for she has really ideas above the rest"
So they set out towards Kennedy's abode,
accompanied by the good hearted farmer
AS he walked by the side of the car, Mrs.
Saunders told him how Grace had attracted
her notice. .-. 40.
That is just what l and my wife, have
observed in her." said Worrell, warm af-
lection, and great thankfulness for whatey-
er little kindness is done to her,"
They approached the howell; 1t was des~
olate looking place; the straight road on for
long way, and upon each side, bog and
heather; nothing to break the eye but the
black turf clumps here and there.
There's the house" said Mr.. Worrell
pointing to the right, off the road.
That" said Mrs Saunders, as she look
ed towards What appeared at the distance
only raised bank Is it possible that hu
man beings live there"
Yet so it was Half stuck against turf
bank, a little raised above it, were the walls
forming the howell in which the kennedys
dwet; Il hole in the top for a chimney, and
the door not above four feet high, with lit
tie hole in one side for window, the entire
not higher than six feet, rooted with large
sods taken from the bog all around the
house bleak and cold hardly path to it.
'And here live beings such as we are?'
said Mrs. Saunders, turning with fearful eye
to her husband, Christians, with the same
feelings affections, and perhaps talents, that
we have, if they were only cultivated; and
look such a wretched howell? could not inn
agne anything worse; and SO dreary and
cold all around o. does it not teach us to
value what we have, when we not merely
think of, but look Oh the misery of others !?
Dear John, should so like togo up to the
house."
MY own love, it is very wet und dirty ;
you would be sure to catch cold"
''But have strong boots on. Mr.. Wor-
reIl, could venture TO go to that house ??
''Why, maam, it's very wet; but if you
were as far as that big stone, there's sort
of path from that up to the door"
Come John, let us try" said the lady,
jumping from the Car. And she did try,
and reached the low door with her husband
and STOPPING went in.
E,oa,, nos - Fi,or e.,
something; the children were crouching over
it their mother was sleeping on the bed
Grace colored as she recognized the lady,
and stood up giving her mother push
atrs. saunders looked round with astonish
ment. The bed of straw, without bed clothes
the half dressed woman on 1.-THE max
child beside the fire, and the other hardly
better of, the smoky atmosphere, and the
damp floor and walls! Dir. and Mrs. Saun-
ders looked at each other with looks Of pity
ing commiseration.
"A nice place you've come to, to choose a
servant said the former, smiling.
80, John, John is it not horrible p
Mrs Kennedy had by this time reused
herself, and stood up.
80, me lady, an haven't chair or
safe to offer ye."
''My good woman" said Mrs. Saunders
are you the mother of this little grip" point
ing to Grace.
Eyes, yer Iadyship."
''Will you allow her to come to my house
for a month; and if | like her, and she proves
honest and obedient and truthful, / may teach
her to be servant 2?
20, I'll go bail for her beiu' honest, yer
honor"
sit is because she honestly brought me
back cap which she was tempted to steal
that | am induced to take her on trial. Will
you allow her to come p
Her mother darted a look at Grace
yell be givin' no hire ma'am?" asked
Mrs. Kennedy, thinking perheps of the gene
rally successful foraging of Grace.
30, come, Ellen" said Mr. Saunders 60
ing to the door.
20, mother dear.--O na'am!" cried
Grace, springing forward with her hands
cIasped-'I don't want hire; I'll go with
you, ma am, dear; love We. Nivir mind
mother"
q can't take you, though, without your
mothers consent; and as will not under
take to give you any wages, she does not
appear to wish you to come"
20, in Gods name take her, ma'am, -
said her mother 81 didn't name anything
when l spoke of hire. Take her wild ye."
II am not going to take her now" said
Mrs. Saunders, smiling. 81 will send for
her to morrow, and my messenger will bring
some clothes for her, and she can give those
on her to the poor little children there"
Thus it was arranged. And Grace felt
her fathers cheek wet with tears as she kiss
ed him, that night when he came home from
work. And he Rugged his little daughter,
and tried to think of some prayer that he had
been taught in the bright days of childhood
long ago. And he saw a CLEAN Of happi-
ness to cheer him through the dark mist. OF
misery. The next day Grace went to her
new home