Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1865-06-22
BREAD UPON THE WATERS.

1t was gloomy room in crowded tene
mcnt house, low, narrow and unwholcsome
and pale faced child was its only inmate.
She was a confirmed lnvalid-you might trace
that in her hollow cheeks and the strange, un
natural lstre Of her large blue eyes; the
flame of life was burning low on the altar OF
cr childish being, yet here she was alone, in
| the old arm chair, in which she recined with
one pillow, and a rude pine box was the only
support for her tiny blue veined feet There
was no carpet on the mouldy floor, and in
more than one place, door and window had
yielded to the remorseless hand of decay, and
presented most dilapidated aspect Yet all
the scanty furniture was arranged as neatly as
possible, and there were even some attempts
at taste, as in bit of gaily colored chntz
spread over child's footstool, and solitary
flower placed in the window seat, where the
sunbeams could touch its emerald leaves.
That flower! 1t had been poor Katy's COM
panion long. Its royal beauty and luxuriance
seemed strangely out of place in the squald,
low ceiled room, yetit grew and flourished as
if in the velvet sod of Beldeme's stream
And little Katy lay back in her comfortless
chair, ,and looked at the splendid rose which
quivered like ruby drop among the leaves,
and watched the sunlight writing its golden
message on the crimson folds of the blossoms
With vague feeling of wonder 1t was so
strange that the radiant sun, whose glory lay
on marble pillars and stately dwellings, far
away, should come to peep into her lonely
room. H.'
''Is that you, Jamie2' said she softly, as the
door opened and boy of twelve came in.
"Yes. Do you feel any better, Katy? Are
you tired of being left alone?'
"Not very; but there is such weary aching
around my heart and sometimes it seems all
on fire. How cool your hands feel Jamie?'
Never mind, Katy, I've been saving wood,
and earned whole quarter, and I'm going to
lay it out in apples and oranges to sell down
town. I'll make mint of money, and then
wont we have "a good supper when mother
comes home from work! | shouldn't wonder
if we had bit of cake and bunch of grapes
over and above the medicine the dispensary
doctor ordered for you?"
Katy smiled and shook her head as if in
depreciating this piece of extravaganza.
"Yes, we will, Katy" resumed her brother
'taint often we taste anything but dry bread
and cheese, and l havn't forgotten that it's
your birthday sis; you are 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" a
He bent down to kiss the marble forehead
as he spoke. lt 9as
"How lovely that rose is, to be surel It's
almost as good as company to you Katy, isn't
it2 Are you willing should leave you alone
for little while, dear2' aal
"Yes, Jamie, don't mind it much she
answered, with deep, weary sigh; 'but be
back as soon as possible, please" no rs
And her wistful hollow eyes watched him |
from the room with that earnest startling look |
that we only find beneath the very shadowsof
death. -4
Down at the piers all.was confusion and up
passengers hurrying from newly I
arrived boats-urbid waters dashng androli- i
ing against messy posts-swaying crowds and |
l6al dissohant voices, created small bedlam
around the docks, and little jamie wandered
around with his board of fruit, feeling very
onely and bewildered. He had piled up the
golden oranges with their sunniest side up
ward; he had polished the red checked ap-
oles until they shone like mirrors yet nobody
stopped to buy. hJly 35ar
Carriage, sir2 Take you to the Astor
House? Up Broadway in a twinkling, mad
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