The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1865-06-29

there on his bed, and prayed the Lord NJ
to leave her behind if he was took. But
seemed the Lord refused to listen, and til
very day he was buried her first chi wa
born into the worid--a little girl, that neve
rightly saw her father, though the motht
made them take her and show her the dea
face in its coffin, kinder in hopes the bah
might remember" gl
80 you see, being but poor shoemaker
after the funeral there was nothing left An
ste was il-the mother you know, a lon
while, and it seemed likely she would starvt
| But just then there came to the neighbor
hood lady and gentleman, Mr.. and Mrs
| Hamilton, and they heard OF her, and the
did kindly by her and the child. And tn
lady took fancy to the baby-she'd neve
had none of her own; and so one day boil
came to the woman and asked her to Civ
them her child And she cried out, No,
quite wild like, and Rugged the baby to he
heart. But they talked her over, The,
told her she was poor and could hardly carr
bread, and with them the child would b
brought up rich lady" En-
''Apd you do wrong to put your feeling
between her and her good says the lady
And the poor woman says Says she,
wont then, and she prayed God to help her
But she wouldn't take lnoney-oh no, tina
was like selling her child
80 they wrote out papers and she signed
EN-, promising never to claim the girl; ant
The child was taken to Mrs. tlamiiton's aiit
a hired nurse took care OF it; it grew NJ
beautiful and sHeet and a lady-that poo
shoenakers child and its poor mother saw
1t changing SO, and thanked Heaven sh'
had done what she had But oh--but oh
she never thought of this, and can't tel
you her nalne!"
Open them papers-the name is at tn,
bottom, and oh don't hate her don't hate
her. She's poor she's ignorant, but shes
loved you all her life"
She put the package, with its red seal, or
Charlotte's knee
The girl took it slowly up. opened it, anC
waited, with her hand covering the name
Then she forced herself to read the line
written in blotted characters-''D orca,
White" ls.at
The old woman watched her. She nevel
stirred. Her head was bowed down, hel
cheek white. Poor Dark trembled. ST.,
shrank back trembling, and hid her face il
her apron. Suddenly word dropped into
silence-one word. Old Dark thought sht
dreamed it. She lifted up her eyes Hel
daughter stood there with outstretched
arms a"Mother." shesaid again, 'tnother!'
And the two women wept upon each others
boscms. a.J 4 .a
For few moments only, for at last Dark
lifted her face radiant with joy, and sale
gently, The story isn't done yet deary
There's more to tell" t#t.e-Io
More, Mother?' lfH
eyes deary 1t begins to day don't
have many visitors, but had one this
morning. He came up my stairs anc
raped llnowed him at once, though
he's browner than he was six months age
and more sailor like Says he, all breath
less and pale let Inc come in and sit down,
| want to talk to you. | said, and welcome,
Sir And we talked about on, deary. OH
my pet, there's many things Dark dosen
understand, but this amt one of 'em. You
are dearer to him than all the world. He
is true and brave He'd heard half the
story, and told him the rest--my part
you know. Oh, deary, | saw you one night
cry lOT llltIl, anu lie. CIieu lot you Il Gay
Tie tears were in his blue eyes. Will you
see him now? He came with me and is
waiting, deary."
Pausing for no answer she left the room.
In another moment step smote the stall
with glad ring. and Charles Gordon stood
upon the threshold. ".l ID ASA
All the girls proud blood rushed into her
face She put out her hand to stop him
STAY she said. Re member that am
no longer Miss Hamilton. ain only the
penniless child of "a poor shoemaker, the
daughter of humble, ignorant Dorcas
White" But beneath the lovelight in his
blue eye her pride forsook her, One vain
effort to recall it convinced her it was quite
gone: and sobbing forth, 'sOh, Charlie,
am so bappy!' she let him clasp her in
his arms.
And SO it came to pass that one day
there Was an humble wedding in church
as humble; and that Within quiet cottage
home, where Love reigned monarch, old
Dark ended her quiet lite, houored and
cherished; and ere she closed her eyes had,
with her wrinkled hands, heaped many a
basket hi h with snow white linen for sue
cessive babies who called Lottie mother