The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-09-05

| tuC oiiSul COMPANY WITH Qet S0rIll
Screams; and, to make up for her
| sleepiness there, had her bright, black
eyes wide open at bed time. She
would walk into the stable among the
horses, or go ankle-deer in the water
TO help PHI sail his boat, needless Of
4 the remonstranee of the quiet Eunice,
Father will be displeased with thee,
Alice
But now TitI came Uncle Joseph's
turn to suffer. He was awakened one
| night By the cries Of bis darling. and
! in a amomeut she was ia his arms.
/ The strong man grew faint as he felt
7 the burning cheek, and heard the
plaiatiEe moan fol-. watersI0A AN hour
Later, Uncle Joseph laid his land yon
1.-THE doctors arm and led him TO anoth-
| erroom.Is % - fHoIi - l,sz15 .-1ilt -
I HseWhat does thee think Of myrdaugh :
s terri b aS kf liR switoAios con-
1.-THE grayTaaired aootor shook his
I head. uosaL .ssfa- 10 2Hiisl-1o9- si3ig
10 ut is scarlet fever Of the most-ma-
tt5fiignant type. The Lord Jesus DE your
lphysieian IL - can do k, nothing for eth
Uncle JosephaGyrung the Doctors
hand and groaned aloud. Then he
sought the bedside of his child, and sat
with white face, gazing at his idol, So
the day and night passed, and another
morning EdaWned ~ Little Eunice
moaned family, and looked eagerly
around tossing her head In her de-
= aFathsr~ i she cried f IL "distrustful
tones II atheri,f ,e ~ 49, fff5lS
Uncle Joseph pressed his lips to the
burning brow. and said, :. Here, my
daughter, father is here sloois -i,1
Father cried the child again, the
purple hue of her face fading, and an
ashy paleaess succeeding 81 can't see
thee, father" zisithF ~.si b't9 al
Aunt Madeline tdrned the light full
on his face, and started at the CHASTITY
look she saw there. gilliA ligJsa
II hear music, said the child,
@beautiful music; and it is all light
here but it is dark where thee stands.
father Mother is here, and Father
Fred, and all but thee. Come, father
come; am lonely without thee"
II am here, Eunice,, my daughter, )"
,groaned the father b alI8aq eli 10 I
~c.sCome to this side, father, npentreat-
ed the child. >. here where the music
is.sa.oWe are here. and / can't bear to
thee alone in the dark Why
don 1 thee come, afather?,}dw ai sbooa
bGsMy child may child said thepoor
father, lifting ner up and laying her
white cheek against his almost as
wh1te.o1 81 sxs@le ii y go ,1-,s.r 30 -,
"Thee can get,over,R urged the child.
ooh, / see now,'she cried with
SMILEY thee has no harp to- make
music with. Here, take mine; I'll
lead thee over.paa dT8 TIA63L0HH
She stretched out her arms and
clasped them around his neck, aud
there was, silence. Then he gave
groan as if-his -was-breaking;
laid his dead child upon the pillow;
leaned his head upon Aunt Madeline's
shoulder, and lifted up his voice aud
wept.a y.9I'e9 -
+ Side by side with her brother Fred
lay little Eunice, white rosebush the
only Distinguishing mark of her grave.
Once again Aunt Madeline ventur-
ed to say something about stone.
:. should be sorry to>see the spot
where rest the remains of my departed
daughter marked by such worldly van
tiles, he replied, and it was the only
time for years that he alluded to his
dead child
He turned more and more to rosy
checked, wiiiul Alice, and patiently
bore from her what no one else ven
tured to do. She said you with im-
phnity, made the house ring with |
her slaug liter and singing, for sing she
would, in spite of her mothers, warn.
ing hush. She sat In her fathers lap;
brushed his hair In the most fashion
able mode stuck roses or pinks,in his
battonshofe; white he win ed and pre-
tended toebe sleepy, held perfect car
Rival among the garden beds, whore
carnations sweet-williams and dahlias |
rivaiied tulips and roses and in Win
ter maaea hot house of the old kitch-
en-, whose deep windows were filed
with fuchsias, geraniums,- and YER
benas. Nay, this grave man actually
got out offhIs bed sncel OF twice every
cold night TO put wood in the stove, i
for fear, the milk would freeze, as he
said apolege ticafiy to Aunt Madeline.
Z lieeApretended not to know the care 7
her father took of her flowers :ibut In
his nRRVe she was alwa rs Ia d state
OF Wonder that they feurished ae well. a
a nd 'iyfhl Ter peach-Eke cheei0a a in~t.l
hiSI wrinkIed face her glossy, black
eurls rningling with his gray locks, de-
olared that it was shissuIite which made
chem grow, While the. pleased7and
faded mQAstN sssod <byfi withlfae old
smile. almeSt renewed on her face,
Uncle Joseph would look from one to
the other and murmur. The Lord is
I'D and greatly to be praised.
l;.tIa ~, ca,ze would put on iaunty