The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-04-07
For the Telegraph
/" Sister Ursula "
BY RUTH PARMLEIeH.

nDOVe the CIolSCcT OF Ot. marie, anu YeFy
drearily Che rain drops battered on the
old brick walls, and seemed to feel Gu
rious desire TO see what might be within
the heavy glass barriers they beat against
80 perseveringly.
But though the scene was so dismal
without. the interior of that old pile
showed a sadder sight.
In her little cell like apartment, with
it's cold sanded floor, stiff pine bedstead,
Sister Ursula lay dying. So aa Ael
Hers was a name among the Sisters,
that many pronounced with feelings of
deepes. reverence. shseSaa
Many n poor outcast would turn with
moistened eye to look for her, long after
her sweet face had been turned from him.
Many dying pillow she had smoothed
with almost mothers loving hand; and
many the departing soul she had soothed,
and encouraged to enter the cold, dark
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And now at the close offs long, beau
tiful life, she had laid her down like a
weary child, to sleep for little season.
The sad sisters were gathered around
her, waiting for the flight of the pure
spirit. s.sa .a.sssaa .se..a 49,
She had been lying very quiet for
some time, when suddenly she tarted and
opening her eyes said to a Sister near
her, "Please take the small gold key
/ from the little casket there and hand me
that mahogany box o8er ra.@r
i She took the box from the hand of the
weeping sister and opened it and took
from it a carefully sealed package, which
she placed iii the sisters hand, requesting
her to forward it Immediately after her
! death. a.8 a8s dfaE ta 81
After hearing the promise she asked
them to sing the sweet /" Evening hymn
to The Virgin just as the Amen died
upon the air, she stretched forth her
hands, with tender smile, and with the
word mother" upon her lips, she passed
away .iI 41a ggQa S6 D ae.t
In the long procession that followed
her to the church yard were many of
those to whom she had ministered at var
rious times during her life labors. There
came old men and women with palsied
hands and tottering step to see but for a
moment their good angel. w
Younger men and women whose steps
she had TUNED by timely loving words
| from the dark paths of vice. M
Marrons with their little ones about
them whom she had loved and taught
precious truths while she labored for
their temporal comfort. #t ssrfa
Dear little children with fearful faces,
strewed the way with lonely flowers
appropriate emblems OF her life which
expended itself in cheering others. 81
When the last sad strain of the dirge
walled forth the procession turned their
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AS soon as the sister, to whom the pack
age had been intrusted, reached her
home she fastened to fulfill her promise,
and see it on its way to its destination
whittier we will follow it. ssl sa8 oalil
In warm, bright library in one of the
elegant homes of a western city, sits a
man OF perhaps fifty years. His desk is
covered with papers, and he seems to
have prepared himself in dressing gown
and slippers for their examination.
His is very fine face, though twill be
easily seen'by the subdued light of the
dark hazel eyes, and the sad, tender
Ismile that occasionally wreaths the finely
cut mouth, that the glory,of Ralph Gil.
bert's manhood had been attained
through the furnace of suffering.
/ While he sits, servant enters with q
package, and withdraws. As he chances
at the superscription in graceful wo.
mans hand, the color leaves his face, and
he exclaims, "how like hers. but it can
not be. surely not" 4ot ba1mg MaEis
With impatient eagerness he breaks
the seal and looks upon the closely writ
ten pages. Of the writer he can no long
er have q doubt. ae ssoef d
With deep groan he bends his head
until he grows stronger for the task be.
fore him. a
After the lapse of few minutes he
takes the paper and begins to read-the
first words are" Nv Own door pol,,l,