Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1869-12-31

2 Nobody but my little glrl
b Names Mary, amt ?" ~
I "No, Pauline"
"SiSt Sis sfPgSs s1E S5a iasliIa for, Blu byckA|
: !" o. ndilans hothin. only sualdi3 of
other tnrned do uuSer down in Frisco
, 'gTeN. me what itwaSquick ISseid Sam,
rising to his feet with pale face and
angry eyes.
I 7Weil, N.Y. IBatS and Il we met jrto
N saloon like TO get a drink, nd ther' was
n paper lyin' round loose on the bar, nd
] CHANGED to see 'SylvesteF ont. h ldnder
thought it might be some o'ayour' folks
he'd kicked the bucket, and so I'd tell ye
about it and read it, an it sed Pauline'
Sylvester was dead, up to HillvaleP ]
A., 'Sam'bat down ohla box and put up hisf
hands as If TO wfpe'away some mist before
his eyes. Baby was dead then the little
creature he had hopedwouldgrow intoa as
lsweet a woman as her dead mother, while
Ishe waited for him to come back and claim
hernrW .Oglg ClOJI -'JlI III
"Well ~ said he, slowly, ""thats the
last ont but may as well gOlto work.
rand he did. Nothing more was heard of
him in UillValet an1 Ihe never gknewTthat
the paper Bill Decker had seen was an
old one,--so old that it was his wite's
death in the register, not his Child's. ''"'
In the mean time good Mrs, Moore not
receiving any money, or hearing any
news frsm Sam Sylvester, still took core
of the 1bVeiy little child as If it had been
her owpl Hihad found it's place in her
great tender heart, and though she was
poor she would never give Polly up, The
child was six Years old When Mrs. Moore
died suddenly, and. being q childless
widow, with no propRrtyto leave behind
her, Polly Sylvester was sent to the select
men of the town and by them bound out
to Miss. Tarbox Two long years ago, and
six months beside, had Polly taken her
place IN this new family ,-4for It was not
a new home. When she came there she
was plump aud rosy child, with rows
of shining chestnut curls, eyes as brown,
clear, and large asa flying, squirrels, and
neatly dressed. To-day She was what we
| have seen her; the long drudgery, un
kindness, improper food, and no care had
| made little Polly a forlorn sight. We left
] her driving the COWS with Viohly.
"Say, Polly, what makes you shiver
so ~ inquired the other little girl.
| go, I'm dreadful cold; seems as if l
] should freeze, Viz
81 amt the coffee was real warm" =
"But didn't have any coffee, because
| didn't get up quick"
"Well, why didn't you get up? you
most alters do"
90 Viohly, had such splendid dream
Don't you know we had thatpicture-paper
| Miss Slater let us take one time, and it
had about Christmas in it, and how chill
dren somcwheres hanged up their stock
ings, and you said it was real splendid
nd you wish your folks had Christmas
| md l said l guessed if my father and
mother wa mt dead should have one, be.
cause Mother Moore always told me what
clever folks they, was? And then don't
| you rek'leet that Queer pictilre>of - let'i
/ see, what's Ehis' name ?-ohl Santi Claus
film the stockin's? Whey, Rainbow p
shouting to cow that left the line o
march tempted by turnip- field with tn,
bars down. "Well, dreamed that SAINT
Claus came down chimney right thereii
the garret somehow, and hung the dred
fullest big red stockin' you ever did SCI
clost to the foot of my bed nd when
looked at him he kinder laughed and said
Get up, Polly, and look in your stockin'
it s Christmas day So looked in ant
the stockin' grew bigger n bigger, anC
there was a most splendid kind of a wagor
or somethin' drawed by two white horses
and in ito Viohly, what do you think
my own really truly father and mothe
holdin' out their arms to me,-O dear !"
The tears streamed down those littl
pale, hollow cheeks, and Polly sat dowI
on stone sobbing bitterly; for she haC
driven the cows into the lot and put VI
4 the bars while she told her story. d.
I Viola was not abad child, and she aods,
child; certain dull sympathy filled he
heart, for the poor little thing who sa
there trying not to sob, and mopping he
face with the corner of her ragged Gallo
apron. ts9 ~ g. q. m
give ye real soft apple to stop don't II
more, now."
az can't help it; Viohly, I'm so tired
md sometimes Pm so scared up garre
: nights, and the boys do pester me- tn
whole time I wish, O Idowlsh, ] had
!, real live father and mother - Seems as
l couldn't stand it no longer. Miss Slate
sometimes she talks to me about hevin'
Father up in the sky; but expect He
forgot about me, He has such sights {
things to see to y .L-t u !.
! Poor tiny soul He had not forgottc
. you!
Day after day went by, and Polly gre,
yet more pale and pinched. Autumn ha
5 brought its still harder work than summe
7 less snow over mountains and valleys, an
the fierce winds blew more and more keel
Q | ly upon Polly's half clothed body and poo
! pretence of bed, the child seemed
shrink away daily; there was no place f
: her by the fire at night, no warm al
! nourishing food by day, and when she WI
ID worn ont within haFd work she crouchC
It and shfvered t1hdef her scanty bedcloth
a at night, falling asleep from fatigue, wit
r out being warm.
Y One morning-it was the day befo
S Christmas, but Polly did not know it, f
J, no record of any holiday but Thanksgi
s ing was ever kept IN the TarboX family,
she was found in her ghFet so dfQWsy al
t stiff With cold that Mis-. Tafbb& toe
} alarm lest some day her bound gifl mig
# be unbound, and leave her for the hou
of that Father whom the poor chi
thought had forgotten her.
G So they told her she might bring h
g bed down at night and spread it in CO
;, ner of the kitchen, if it was done on
It after the familyh4d gone 70 bed and I
: moved before they gotlup. THAT mfg
g the moon shone full and clear over ii
d sheeted snow, silvered the crest of d
d great mountains that bore up its drift
e piles, and streamed into the darkest dent
d eff the, valleys. y BY, its light, Polly. ere
i up garrett ard bhdeh hef trennblil
1. shoulders with the husk mattress and cc
y ton n-eemGoFtable. Everybody IN -tSrefou
e was warm in bed, and Just as she flu
e het tb1rdsn( ,duYn en- the Kitchen fio
e thereeame a loud rap at the door. Pol
n was frightened, and Mrs. Tarbox call
is frotq her hedroum % 2SA LAO
, "open that are door, Poll, pretty quiC
don't stand gawpin' round as ef you W