Weekly Trinity journal. [volume] (Weaverville, Calif.) 1857-1972, 1865-12-23
WEAVERVIIIE CALIFORNIA, DECEMBER 3D. 1865

wore mourning, ana often Ionged to question
her about the loss it implied, but our private in
terviews were very brief, and but seldom occur
red, and she never spoke of her sorrow. |, too.
had story to tell. OF course if she became
NV wife she must hear about Trot
1t was the day before Christmas and the snow
was smooth and hard round lopedale so
ventured to propose a slegh-ride, meaning to
open my heart to her as we drove She accepted
NV proposal readily, and we were soon on our
way Somehow there fell long silence be-
tween us longing but not daring to speak, my
eyes fixed upon that lovely face framed in its
pretty fur-bound hood, the eyes looking down,
the sweet mouth set with sadder expression
than | had ever seen it wear Suddenly she
spoke -
81 expect my parents, brothers, and sisters
here tomorrow.
ssFor Christmas gayetes? ~ questioned
"No, to escape them. They coming here
to pass the day quietly, far away from any
festivity 1t is a sad day for us Doctor do
you believe in a broken heart p
''Ycs | know they exist"
q And are fatalY'
Sometimes have seen heavy sorrow drain
away life -
lsMy poor sister, she said, sadly, her eyes
filled with tears, q fear her heart is broken"
And after pause she said; A year ago-a
year ago--poor little Trot =
. Trot = | cried, breathessly.
"'My sisters only child, who died on Christ
mas day last year.
. Died ?" l said my hopes sinking
ssBurnt to death y she said sadly. We had
had a Christmas tree for the children i'll the
nursery Nv sister had been widow only three
months, so we had no holiday gathering, but We
dressed Il tree for the little and lighted it on
Christmas Eve. The next morning they, the
children, / Incan, were all in the nursery, and we
suppose of them tried to light the tree
Certain it is that they set the room on fire, and
before we could save anything the whole house
was in hamcs All escaped but my sisters
child, her only one he persisted IN the lire
. Are you certain
Where else could he be? Ny two little
brothers and my sister were saved with dIhctu-
tv and the roof fell in while we were all frantic
ally searching and calling for Arthur, or as We
always called him, Trot. Ny sisters health gave
way entirely under this blow. She had concen-
tratcd all the strength of her love upon this child
after her husband died and the loss Frustrated
her utterly We took her to Europe we have
had the best advice for her, bat she IS slowly
dying of Il broken heart"
= Il is from no mpcr:inent curiosity SAID,
:. that | question you. VIII you answer my in
quiries %
We were speeding over the frozen ground to-
ward my home as she answered.
:. Certainly"
''This little child-had he a pet name for
you"
ayes; my home name They all call me
Daisy, and he called me Aunt Daisy"
:. And your sisters names arc Mary and Sac,
your brothers Walter and Baby"
Yes YES she said. turning very pale.
And Trot's nurse, Ellen, did she go to Aus
tralia ?'
Eyes, year ago last fall. Your face is rad
ant Speak quickly-our lost boy :!
We were at my door; her face was ashy white
with emotion. bat she obcycd my notion ana
let me lead her from the sleigh to my office.
made her sit down, and began to explain, when
- Uncle Charley 5 come Uncle Charley
rang out from my pets voice, and Trot burst
into the room. Lillian rose to her feet with a
wild cry of Trot Arthur darling =
For moment lie stood bewidered then
sudden rush Of memory came over the childish
heart and he sprang into her arms
Aunt Daisy! Where 5 mamma want
mamma Quick quick Uncle Charley, Aunt
Daisy, take me to mamma
For nearly three hours sat in the little
Office before Lillian could tear herself away from
the child, but Mt last she let me take her to the
sleigh, consolng Trot by promise that to-mor-
row he should see his mother.
left the disclosure to her womanly tact.
But on the morrow when | drove over with the
child dressed in his black velvet suit, altered to
Fl. him by Mrs. Watson's trembling fingers, and
moistened | sure by many tears, | found all
prepared for the great joy.
Such Christmas never dawned for me- To
tell Of the gratitude Of the pale widow, the JOY
of the grandparents, the boisterous greetings
between Ike children is beyond the powers Of
ny pen .u e
Arthur's escape from the house we coald only
conjecture The nurse was in the kitchen near
ly an hour when the alarm of fire was given,
and the flames had gained great Roadway before
they were discovered, the family sitting-room
being Il different floor, and some distance from
the nursery OF course the fearless boy had left
the house before the attempt to light the tree was
made but the others, absorbed in Christmas de-
I LIGHTS, did not miss him. The distance from the
house to the station very short and Ellen
had gone TO New York from the little village
near which Mr.. Graham's house was situated.
The departure for Europe, and the certainty all
felt of his fate had prevented any search being
made for the boy, and we presumed the railway
officials supposed he belonged to some party on
the train.
/ 1t glad day for all, for if lost my little
treasure, won from Lillian the right to be call
cd in good truth Trots Uncle Charley.
The american Flag pays our poet-frend, Mas.
FADER, the following handsome and merited COM
pliment:
! OS THE lIEIGHrs AGAIy.-The sweet poetess,
/ ANNE X. II. FADER, has gone back to live in her
old home at Trinity Center, away up in the nor
thern mountains She is writing for the TRINiTY
Journal, and with the same exquisite deicacy
and beauty, as OF old
. WELL Pur.-The Boston Journal hits the nan
on the head when it says 80 Not tenth part o.
4 the local news which transpires in any coun'.y
town finds its way into the city papers ",'4
who takes the latter to the exclusion OF ms IT.
town or county paper, does not i"ihii '''
rs q citizen. --
! DIGGER DESPERATE KILLED" '"1.'
known as :. Curly-hcaded Tom' VINO
80 ho,.;r,. killed seven white men, was sho' ue"u
-. ,ho nrison guard at Arcata, liumoolat coun-
os ,mc cd r,i The CaH learns that ne was Gu
ioaror;ng TO escape at the time oil 'he @'e'"e"'
Tur Grass Valley papers have discovered ny
..,rate computation that freight Is darted over
,,o Central Pacific Railroad at the rate OF nifty
fur miles in ffty-four hours