The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1867-06-06
A Model Idea.

a large ugly red-Drlch hou70' Du.' va J."
high hill rising Immediately behind this
town. OF the said rising ground the ralI-
road station is the principal feature, but tie
town proclaims itself as having ITS own
lspecial interest in the neighborhOod, mas
much as number of tall chimneys mark
it as a factory town.
One forenoon was looking at this large
red house from window OF the common
room in the uncomfortable inn, and was
wondering whether the town had grown
round the house, or whether the proprietor
could have selected SO peculiarly uDinterest'
ing spot on which to build. AS looked at
it, voice said
Amazingly fine house that, sir!
I turned, aud found / was addressed by a
man who had come into the room unob-
served by me- and on whose face and per
son the smoke of the place had produced
much the same effect as on the ugly building
we were both looking at; but there was
something pleasant under his smoky exte-
rior, aud | answered, in Difference to his al
miration, ''Yes, it seems a large house
What is the name Of its proprietor?" a
CLEAN of pleasure passed over his face at
nv seeming to take an interest in it, and he
repeated, 'EAh, It's splendid place, that;
we used TO have pleasure parties there,
we from the factory, when the old squire
was alive; but this one, this Henry North,
he amt any of that sort; he knows the m
side of this place, and the color OF his mon-
ey, but he don't care nowise that others
should know more of e. her than he caa
| help. | could tell you a little sort of tale
about that place, sir"
He took off his comforter and great. coat,
and in his working factory dress came and
sat by me.
That house, sir, was there forty years
ago, but not as you see it now; it was then
a small white cottage; pretty little cot
tage, too. with vines growing up it, and
hanging over the caves of the roof. Twas
Mr.. North lived there, and he had been
factory hand, just as l am; but he was as
clever as he was good; and all he did pros
pered. When he first bought the little
place we thought he would turn proud to
US, but not bit of it; he used to say that
he would deserve to lose all the good things
God had given him if he could render no
better account of them than that they made
him high to those who had been his friends
Well, lie seemed to turn every thing he
touched into gold, and he built factory after
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built that amazing big house. He was
widower then, but his wife had never been
one of his sort. She was ashamed to speak |
to any one Of us who had known them be
fore they became gentry, and hav often |
seen look of pain on his face as she rode |
past any of us in her carriage, with
naughty toss of her pretty head One day
he told us he was like to become father,
and he hoped if his child was spared, he
woasd grow up to do good to those who had
been less fortunate than himself
A few weeks after that we saw one Of
the grooms riding furiously away, and in
two hours he returned with the most emf
nent doctor in Lancashire, but be was too
late. A few minutes after Mr.. North had
held his son in his arms Mr.. North was a
widower
The young squire, Master Henry, was a
great interest to us, and many a prayer
was uttered that he might grow up to be
like his father; but bis nurses taught him
pride before he knew his letters; if any one i
of us so much as kissed his hand they would
say, ''You must not get talking with such !
people as those, Master Henry" or some
such remark.
There's another pretty place just below +
there, sir. Yon can see it if you Just lean +
forward and look to the left; that's Mr..
Wickham's paper MILL We believed as Mr.. ,
Wickham was making fortune by it, judg !
ing from the way he lived; and he thought
it quite condescension when Mr. North ,
came to build his fine house, and he took to !
visiting him; but on his death he was found ,
to be so in debt that his goods were seized =
and there was talk Of little Mabel being sent
to the Orphan Asylum. This, Mr. North
said, should never happen to the child as
long as he had roof to cover him. And he :
took Miss Mabel to be brought up as his ~.
own daughter.
She was the sweetest fair haired little
creature as eyer | saw, and she has grown
up to be as lovely and as innocent as a
spring flower. Many's the time we have
blessed her as she has gone past our houses,
carrying her little basket with chicken or
jelly, or what not for any Of us as was sick.
She seemed like an angel coming among us;
and that, not for what she brought but be- ;
cause of the light and life that seemed to
spring forth from her very look and word.
One day she meets ME, and she says:
John, l am not happy about my father,
(she always called him her father he looks I
worn and pale, but when speak of it to f,
him, be smiles and says: There's not much
the matter with the old man yet, little one
And when the smile is gone the look of
pain returns, and he lies back listessy in
his arm chair with none of the old energy {
in his look" AS she was speaking, young
man--Jem Wright-came out from a cot
tage behind us, and catching the last words,
he says: eff he goes from among us, his
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one of ourselves once, and did he not live to
be blessing to all around him?"
"What?" called voice from the door of
the cottage, out of which the young man
had come, ''Don't speak of blessings to
me! Few blessings enough have | ever
knowed, aud since you took to fooiug away II
all your money on that rubbishy thing that
stands in the corner, | amt got none of the
comforts as poor lone widow woman
should expect from her SON.
He moved angriIy, as if to walk away;
but the sight Of the lovely figure that was
Just leaving us seemed to stop him, and he
said, more as if he was thinking aloud than
speaking to me: "When the minister says
in church, They shall be like the angels in
heaven wonder if they can be more beau
tiful than she is" As he was speaking, he /
turned to his mother, and with a bright /
smile answered her queruous complaint by
saying "WelI, mother you can't complain
now of that rubbishy thing as you call it, (
for since your illness have denied myself
the greatest pleasure of my life and my
poor little model has remained untouched" /
| That model, sir was Jem Wright's pride |
he had lain awake nights thinking of it. |
until the doctors told him he would grow
dazed. He believed that if he could once
work out his scheme it would snpersede
the present system OF locomotion. He had
dreams Of becoming great, and known to
the whole world, if he could only oct his
model completed We parted at the door
of his cottage, and very soon afterwards
Miss Mabel was left twice an orphan. She
lost him who had been more than a father
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