Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1866-03-10
MTsCELLANY.
Say yes papa; do please. "
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Il want You to help that poor man in
the Jail. papa. He has no one TO be kind
TO him, and he feels so bad; it makes me
feel sorry"
sfWho told YOU about him, Wellie?'
ssWhv. [ saw him when / went to the
iail with Mrs. HapgoOd yesterday; and
after we came home she told me he had
no friends, and no money to get law
yer to-to-I don't know what, but Mrs
Hapgood said it would get him out OF
jail, anyway. Now, papa, you re law
yer. and won't you do 1t without mo-
ney? Say yes, like a good papa! and
the child twined her soft arms about his
neck and kissed him again and again.
1t was not in the great lawyers heart
to refuse anything that his brown eyed
darIing-thiS only child-requested at
any time, certainly not when the same
fountain spring of benevolence that we'll
ell up so sweetly IN his child's bosom
pushed from his own heart, and whisper
ell of common humanity, urging him to
alleviate the sufferings of his errlng
brothers In this uncharitable world OF
ours. where many are willing to render
assistance down hfe's hill, but very few
in the difficult ascent
But for a moment he heslstated, while
the eager, earnest child, with loving
epithets, was pleading. Say yes, papa!
Tn ere's good papa.'
''Welthia, | am astonishedl Behave
yourself, child. Miller, why don't you
make her stop teasing? That comes of
letting her go with Mrs. Hapgood To the
Jail yesterday. Ever since she came
home she has been teasing about some
thing or telling me of the hOTrid wretch
es she saw there. You ought to know
better than to let her go; but you never
consult my Wishes" and Mrs Miller
Washburne arranged the folds of her
silk morning robe, and leaned mourn
fully back upon the velvet cushion.
''What is it so terrible that my birdie
is doing?" and he passed his hand light
" over the brown curls.
81 don't like the way Mrs. HapgoOd
is bringing her up, said the lady retu
IantIy. 'sShe is always taking some
Ouixotic idea into her head, such as GO
ing into the jal, and do not want my
child to mingle into such scenes"
martha, Mrs. Hapgood is one of the
uobIest women God ever placed on this
earth. She has been my teacher, my
more than mother, through life; and
/ am perfectly willing she should lead
my child in the same path; for what lit
tie of good there Is in my heart Is owing
70 the principles she has inculcated. /
Gm pleased to see the kindness of heart
this little one manifests by the interest
she takes In the sufferings and sorrows
Of others. Mrs. HapgoOd wished Wei
lie to go with her yesterday, and / IN
hesitatingly gave my consent, as 1 knew
she would be as safe there as here. Mrs.
\ Hapgood's project is a noble one. and l
think she will su@eed in reclaining many
a fallen one from the gulf of ruin be
Meath his feet, and the most abandoned
there would not dare to treat her with
rldeness. How did the men behave
j Welthia
They wasn't all men, papa; some Of
them were little boys, like Charley vii
81. Mrs. Hapgood took them some
i flowers. then she read to them out of
4 the Bible long time, and then she had'I
school, and great, big men, as big as
/ you, papa, said their letters and some
wrote. Before that, we all sung one of
nv hymns, and then we came home
4 Mamma said they would be rude and |
noisy, but they wasn't; and they said l |
vas a good little girl, and Mr. Monroe |
" 1lAAAA l. htdo III Il 4
wore white dress. and had wings, and
flew in the sky did he, papa? But, sud-
denly jumping up, you didn't say you
would help him yet, papa"
Yes. will do all can for him, dar- |
lug" And, with farewell kiss, the de- |
lighted child bounded away to tell Mrs,
Hapgood the joyful tidings, while, with |
a groan of dismay, Mrs. Washburne |
turned to her husband:
Surely, Miller, you do not think of |
saving your business to plead for some |
aiserable creature, whom you do not
now anything of?'
Il know whom WeIlie means. 1t is \
'Oung Monroe, formerly book-keeper at
Wilson's He was arrested for forgery |
short time ago, and if any one merits
pity, he does; so shall do all / can for
him" And Mr.. Washburne left the
room, while his wife returned to her
couch, with the firm belief that Miller
aud Mrs. Hapgood would ruin the whole |
4 hmiy vet. 'dThat child, Wellie, talk
ing and singing with the horrid crea-
lures; it is terrible, but there is no use |
Of expOstulating, Miller viii have his |
4 own way"
Miller Washburue, left an orphan when |
out few months old, bequeathed by |
as dying mother to her girlhood s friend, |
Mrs. Hapgood, loved the chiIdiess wild
~, who fosteTed the parentless child /
: mother. A mother she had been to |
I'm In all those long days of childhood;
nd upon his marriage, finding his wife /
lily fitted to command household, he
snt for that one true friend TO come,
I'd, among other cares, guard the wee |
earl God had consigned to his protec- |
ton.
Dlgifed AMI quiet, yet always pleas
1t, Mrs. Hapgood's sixty winters sat |
'eEy lightly on her head.
"A truly benevolent woman was Mrs |
HApgOOd, not In showeFing peace upon
Nne wandering vagrant, but in search |
~ out the truly suffering, striving to |
Aeviate their sorroE, and rescuing the
l1g nom a path of vice and infamy
~ her last and greatest folly, in Mrs
Ahburne's eyes, was entering the
UNITY Jail, to assist, relieve, and, if pos
.e, reclaim some of the many children
pnned In that soul-hardening place
out let US follow Mr.. Washburne up
10, where he raped at a door, re-
ing Mrs. Hapgood's pleasant ''come
In return.