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

| God to bless the good lady who gave her
all these good things. And then she dream
ed that she and Ned were wandering over
the country again and that she was going
alone to the hut on the bog, with the bag
on her back and she slipped and Ned tried
to help her up; and she awoke and found
herself in her nice little bed, instead: but
poor Ned was gone. And then she would cry
and fall asleep again.
Another month rolled over, and Jane was
not tired of teaching Grace her lessons. But
were Grace's trials ended? Had she no
temptations to resist like other people? Mrs.
Saunders allowed her to learn her lesson in
the school room, and write on the slate,
which she had just commenced; and some
times she brought up her work to be taught
more regularly than Catherine the house
maid taught her below stairs. And one day
they all went out to drive, and she had learn
ed her lessons in the school room after they
had left aud written a copy of strokes on
the slate. And now she took up her work
to go on hemming a rubber that her
mistress had given her as trial,
and after two or three stitches she
awkwardly broke her needle. What shall
shedo Mrs. Sunders always blamed her when
she broke her needle-she said it was caress-
ness Ifshecould but get another. Oh, there
was MissJaneS work-box on the table. If it
was open ? She stood up-paused for asecond,
then went over to the tabe-stopped again.
She tried, was it open? 1t was. 0, what a
pretty looking glass in the back Of it! And
Grace looked at the glass, and made it seem
ten times more charming. What nice
thimble lit Just fitted her. She had a
very ugly thilnble compared with it. And
a dear little pair Of scissors But where was
the needle? She has seen Miss Jane take
them out of little Book. Where vas it
Ha! there's a little blue ribbon. What is
this And she pulled and the whole thing
came up: and there was the needle book
underneath. She opened it and got nee
die. All, Grace! shut the whole thing up
now. Do, darling Grace! There's trouble
before you, Grace. No. She put the needle
book back There was something blue in
the corner. What is this She took it up.
A nice little blue bag, with bright beads at
the ends, rings Oh it, Oh, how pretty!
and so heavy. Poor Grace And she pulled
up the rings and turned it up; and then
shining white money poured into her hands
/ siXpences- jngs-and big shilhngs She
never saw SO much before. Now dear Grace
- steady, resist-do not sully your name by
! taking any. The silver glittered on her
/ palm. All Miss James. So much. She did
not know how much Would Miss Jane,
miss one little sixpence? And she took up
one with her other hand. A little sixpence
from SO much. She looked at it,
| All Miss James Christmas boxes She
was keeping up to buy something. Miss
Jane her little mistress, who was SO good
to her. Would she take her sixpence P
Miss Jane who taught her, who was her
friend and advised her--Miss Jane who
spoke to her Of poor Ned, who told her of
God and Jesus Christ-Miss Jane who said
Gods eyes are in every place, beholding
the evil aud the good The sixpence drop
ped back to the rest. Hurrah hurrah
she had conquered She did not sin-she
held the bright jewel of honesty and grail
tude still unstained. God keep thee by His
grace, my darling child She took the
purse again to put the silver back But
stop. lis not over yet. A shadow dark
ened the window of the room which opened
on the grass-plot in front. Her mother
looking in at her. Now Grace trembled-
now she prayed that the bolt was shut in
side-for twas really door though like a
window. All, Grace your evil genius was
near you when you went to look for that
needle There she is--her mother looking
at her She laid her hand on the door-it
opened-she came into the room.
Hath, yer thrivin.' Grace ahagua,
since We left home-yeve made yer fortin',
an we're countin yer money. Begorra, it's
quick work wild We. Maybe yed tell us the
secret she continued coming towards her
stealthily,
'Arrah don't be grippin it up in yer han
I that a way show us how much til s
/ Mother, mother! whispered Grace, al
most choking, it's all Miss James And
she put her hand behind her.
! Come he aisy now-an' if ids not yours
what is it in yer hand for 2
Grace was pale, she became crimson.
Show it here, continued her mother, sure
| III not ate it,
Yell not take any! asked Grace, in her
innocence"
Take any :--is id me Sure, hasn't your
| father plenty now p
''WeIl, there, said Grace stepping back a
! step, and opening her hand.
ooh, begorrra said her mother peerlng
close, four half crowns an shil!ings an
She sprung on Grace, seized her wrist
took the money and left the room. All !
Grace, what will you dc? All lost now, hon
Or, character and all
She was parayzed at first. She stood
and gazed at the open window, and then
rushed out. Her mother was just entering
a shrubbery at the rear Of the house. On
/ Grace speed after her. Run, Grace run
catch the thief-get the money back. Now
Grace-on the shrubbery walk-there she
Iis-speed thee on chiId-its for honesty and
honor, more than life. The end of shrubbery
then the feld-then the road AS she reach
ed the field Grace overlook her.
'Mother dariut yer jokin Give it to me
Its not mine it's Miss James. Give to 1t me.
And she caught her dress, and held her, Moth
er, mother; give IT."
Curse you, let me go" was the answer
And still Grace held on A blow and she
fell insensibe The thief hurried on. Grace
recovered. Where was her mother and the
money? Follow on still. Poor Grace still
run on-along the roadside is not there
still on.
| O! mother robbing your young child,stop
and give that money to Aar.
| Still on The dark night came, with the
little stars only as guides, Still on-out Of
breath. There is Oscar and the police
Shall she ask did she pass? Oh no she is
her mother.
Still run on. Turn on the bog road-dark-
er stiIl--On-On.
The bog on each side-the long bleak
road. she is opposite the old hoveI There
, is no light in that direction. How she
knows the path dotted with stones
There was no door to the butt was emp
ty. Where were they? Gone! She stopped
and sat down in the old home she knew so
well. and cried. Where were they all. Mr..
G Worrell might know. On again.
Worrell opened the door himself
! "What 90 you want at this oftime night!
| he asked.
/, .Ies Grace, sir-Grace Kennedy"
. sAh Grace.is it you? What brings you
y here, Grace
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