The Xenia sentinel. [volume] (Xenia [Ohio]) 1863-186?, 1865-04-21
Bread Upon the Waters.

cement house, low, narrow and unWhOle-
Esome, and pale.faced child was its only
Eliminate. She was a confirmed invalid
you might trace that in her hollow checks
land the strange, unnatural lustre of her
Slarge blue eyes; the fame of life was
IS burning low on the alter of her childish
being, yet here she was alone, in the old
arm-chair, in which she reclined with one
pilloW, and a rude pine>box was the only
5gs3suppOrt for her tiny, blue-veined feet
There was no carpet on the mouldy floor,
Eand in more than one place, door and win
RdoW had yielded to the remorseless hand
sof decay, and presented most dilapida-
4ted aspect. Yet all the scanty furniture
awas arranged as neatly as possible, and
Esthere were even some attempts at taste, as
@in bit of gaily colored chintz spread
5Over a child's footstool, and a solitary
shoWer placed in the window-seat; where
E3the sunbeams could touch It's emerald
ssleaves.
g That flower! It had been poor Katy's
.companion long. Its royal beauty and
luxuriance seemed strangely out of place
Gin the sqaulid low ceiled room, yet it
egreW and fcurished as if in the vevet
sssod Of Beldemo's stream. Andlittle Katy
salay back in her comf0rtless chair, and
s5looked at the splendid rose which quiver-
s3ed like a ruby drop among the leaves, and
Eiwatched the sunlight writing its golden
-smessage on the crimson folds Of the bios
SONS with a vague feeling of wonder. 1t
s3was so strange that the radiant sun, whose
55glory lay on marble pillars and stately
sdweIlings far away, should come to peep
95into her lonely room.
: "Is that you, Jamie ?" said she softly,
Gas the door opened, and boy of twelve
scame in.
& 'Yes. Do you feel any better, Katy?
8 Are you tired of being left alone2
4 Not very; but there is such a weary
s,aching around my heart, and sometimes it
sseems all on fire. How cool your hands
8feel, Jamie 2
q Never mind, Katy, I've been saving
sWood, and earned whole quarter, and
aI'm going to lay it out in apples and oran-
zges to sell down town. I'll make a mint
3Of money, and then won't we have a good
5supper when mother comes home from
swork I shouldn't wonder if we had
sbit of cake and bunch of grapes over
sand above the medicine the dispensary
doctor ordered for you
I Katy smiled and shook her head, as if
adepreCiating this piece of extravanee:
yes, We will, Katy resumed her broth
Ger; 'tain't often we taste anything but
8dry bread and cheese, and haven't for
agOtten that it's your birthday, sis; you're
ten years old to-day. Besides, you need
something to put shade Of color into
those cheeks; the doctor said you must
have something to tempt your appetite
He bent down to kiss the marble fore
head as he spoke.
'How lovely that rose is to be sure
! Its almost as good as company to you,
{ katy, isn't it? Are you willing I should
: leave you alone for a little while, dear?
yes, Jamie, 1 don't mind it much, she
answered with deep, weary sigh, 'but be
: back as soon as possible, please
! : And her Wistful, hollow eyes watched
him from the room with that earnest start
; ling look that we only find beneath the
very shadow Of death.
Down at the piers all was confusion and
guproar-busy passengers hurrying from
newly arrived bOats-turbid waters dash
fling and rolling againstmossy posts-sway-
Sing crowds, and loud dissonant voices,
created a small bedlam around the docks, |
d land little Jamie wandered around with his |
board of fruit, feeling very lonely and be-
wildered. He had piled up the golden or
sanges with their sunniest side upward
be had polished the rcd checked apples |
until they shone like mirrors; yet no.
] body stopped to buy.
Carriage, sir Take you up to the
AstOr HOuseY Up Broadway I'M twink
4 lie, madam
'Ere's your 'erald, Tribune and Times.
Latest steamer from Europe have a pa
per sir 2
Poor Jamie amid all this tumult, what
chance had he Of being noticed? BE had
picked out the very bunch Of grapes that
be had intended for Katy, in Taylor's
window, as he came by-a plump, apopr
Hectic bunch dangling from crimson
Thread, whore the sunshine lay full on
the purple bloom, and amethystine shad-
sOws lurked among its fullness of fruitage.
just at present the tempting mOrsel seems
livery far off to Jamie's imagination.
Determined not to give way without a
vigorous effort, however, Jamie stepped
forward to the first person he saw, and
held up wares with modest, Buy an Or
lange, sir p
Now, as ill-fOrtune would have it, this
possible customer was fat, ill-Iempcrcd,