The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1868-08-29

Il pink flowers inside, and Rugged th
Ishoes tight while j hurried homer 6
ASH opened the sItdns.room door
little Tim cough met my ear sharl
and strill, as If he were coughing int
Il a. bell. The worn out RhoesJVera steam
ing under the stove, and his little, wet
i stained Stockings hung over q chair z
i dry. I6aid nothing, only united thu
parcel and set the copper toes Wherl
4 the first rays ofthe morning sun would
bed. Mother looked into my face a
/ came into the sitting room, with hel
eyes full oftears. She knew 1t all. Z
| t'Now, i',said /, with q eheerfulness
was only beginning to feel, for the
/ glare of the lights, the flash of silver
and jewelry, and the sound Of happy
| voices were fresh in my mind, HWe Will
have Dickens too.v I took out a card
photograph of him, with his hand
thrust into the pocket of his mbroider-
ed coat, a photograph which Joe had
given Lilly, and stood it upon the table
before us. Then1 brought out a torn
copy of Pickwtck from among fathers
old books, and turned over the leaves
until / found the "trial tscene.' m 8
"But you mustn't sew" said ], "apd
you must be dressed in your best. BE
has come long way, and wen honor
him with our best.
threw a white knit shawl over her
faded mousslafne delaine dress, and
smoothing her hair-she has soft,
pretty hair-covered ittwith1 her last
summers bonnet. 1t was crumpled
and yellow, but rather more dressy
than the old brown velvet. should
have insisted upon gloves, but her best
were brown wootens and as that Wou!d
never do, neveri we oyerlooked the
deficiency, and she tried to cover the
pEicked. toil-worn fingers with the ends
of the shawl. Then began. i think
for time out DIckensed Dickens I'M
til, looking upon my audience for a re-
Spouse. 1 met mothers plying eyes,
and then rs
Well, It was poor, little dingy room
at best, which ever our kerosene oil
lamp and a frumpish last summers
bonnet could not enliven. 1 could not
make itsthe opera house. Ilatd down
my work and went out crying, ard we
did not make believe any more.
"You had better go to bed, dear, said
mother, youth feel better In the morn
ing" And when I took the. bonnet
from hephead,-
"You've been ggod girl" That
was worse than all, for did not de-
serve it.
When awoke in the morning it was
showing furiously. The storm kept
Mr.. Dickens in town over Sunday,
you know, and that was how CHANGED
to see him, for / am coming to It at
last. 1t was Saturday and there was
no school. Tim ffotted about the
house, hoarse, but triumphant in his
new shoes, and Twas happier than
can tell. Even when Lilly braved the
storm to comein and talk il over, was
not in the Ienst envious or unhappy.
She had not much 10 tell-of Dickens or
his reading, but more of whom were
there and what they wore.4 Butt was
grateful for even the crumbs.
GNs, WHTF
and the wind died away. There was
great drift across our front steps which
L prepared to Htt9ck. 1t was almost
dust before was ready, however, for
Saturday is always busy day; and for
that reason, because the light was dim
and verythfng indistinCs. I may have
been mistaken as Lilly says-but you
shall hear 1t all.
tied Tins red comforter over my
head, put on pair ofimother's gloves
"a world too large, and then, shovel in
hand, made my sally from the front
door. 1 had cleaned the Steps and was
half way TO the gate, thinking to myself,
for ones thoughts tiy fast with busy
hands.
Eyes, it was great disappointment"
Here gave the shovel tremendous
push, fairly pushing the words out of
my mouth. They flew over the fence
and struck the ear of slim gentleman
/" Was it?" said he kindly. looked
up, unconscious that had spoken
aloud, and met a face-0 face 1 had seen
frequently of late in dreams and pho
tographs. could not have been mis-
taken-and yet there was nOembroidery
upon his coat, no rose. in his button hole.
held conversation with him dozen
times at least, in imagination-conver
sation, on my part, at least which
would have delighted the heart of Web
ster, Worcester and the man who IN
vented grammar. but now, dropped my
shovel and one glove and excIaimed:-
81 do declare !" 1t was useless 10 at
tempt elegant language after that. My
facs turned the color of Tins comfort
er, while tried 10 apologies or explain,
and then, 1 hardly know how il was,
cannot tell in what words, but almost
before knew it, had told him the
whole story. You should have seen
his face. That man has an immortal
SIOUX for saw it in his eyes. / even
told him of school, and he asked where
1 taught, but said nothing, 1 think of
the future president. 1 am not sure,
however: not very Snre OF any OF II.
When he. went he put his hand over the
pickets of the fence and j gave him
mine, which was very red and cold,
but he did not seem to mind, then he
lifted his hat and strolled of towards
the river with patch OF snow upon his
elbow, from our gate.
a little latter, when he was to read
in Hartford, there came a yellow en-
Velope to our school-house one day, di-
rected to "The Assistant Teacher of
the st. School," Within it was
another addressed TO 1.-THE young lady
who teaches a, b. abs, to The future
President of the United States" So L
must have told him after all. Enclosed
were two tickets for his reading, and
railroad tickets down TO Hartford and
back. It WASH great question whether
I Should acknowledge the receipt of
them or MOI.
.'what ifhe has forgotten it already?"
said 1. 81
mother replied, for she believed as
firmly as i that they came fgom Mr..
Dickens hand.
searched the woods for, trailing ar
butus, and having gathered bunch,
pink and sweet scented, Enclosed it
with the grateful thanks of the Spring
field girl who teaches "a, b., abs. -" 1
hesitated a long time over "the CRATE
full thanks" but one word could not
| possibly express IT,. - -
Then mother and went to Hartford.
We brushed up tho brown velvet, and
Lilly lent her green gloves. / was a
little surprised and disappointed in his
face, and yet it must have been the
same, and you can imagine how proud
and happy we were when Mr.. Dickens
came out upon the platform with a
bunch of trailing arbutus in his button
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