The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-01-13
INV husband was there

doctor. How could he break the te ribl
} news to this poor young wife? He koer
|, that not one Of the four me1 saved could
! be her husband; he had seen them al
that morning, AL knew all about them
What was his name?
Never mind don't ask me YET; but
tell me how soon shall be able 70 move
1 have no money, can never pay this
good woman for her care. cannot . tfot d
/ to rest. How soon can got?
Doctor Charlie felt such en- infinite pity
lovercome him as he looked at the frai
creature lying in the chair that he could
hardly speak.
| You muat not talk of moving he said
1T would be death, When you are alb {
I-I-you saw, suppose'-with ex
ltsene hesitation.
! 'Oh, yes; but must get away from
here the young girl said in . nervous
way clasping her tn Il white Ia ID stoget J.
er WITH sort Of repression OF inward
pain which the gentleman felt with a
thrill of sympathy.
| Promise me to be content one week,
aud we will see,' said DR.. Charlie, and he
hoped much from that week,
| At the eud Of it, DR.. Charlie came in
with his usual CHEEKY laugh.
| We'll Miss Hepsy:' he cried out, "all
my patients from the wreck are off my
hands but this one. I saw the last fellow
off with his mother just now. Oh, how
she hung around his neck and thanked
mel M aa
Did they all go off with friendsf'
said low voice from the window, and
the doctor thought it must be as death
knell to her hopes when he said
Yes
Miss Hepsy hustled down TO get tea,
and the doctor cat silently waiting, to
think of some word of comfort, but the
woman broke the silence
Il know what you are thinking about,
she said; but you are mistaken. 1 am
glad -glad!'
Thon the doctor was too much surprised
to speak.
Perhaps you have never heard, in this
favored country of husbands who are
brdtes, she went on rapidly mau-cow-
ards, who want eyely maIigpaat feeling,
every disappointment on the poor woman
whom the law ha, given them. Talk of
slavery as the English do--thers are no
worse slaves than most Of the wives of
theic working men. kuow--I have en-
dured it for two years. All, it is over--I
am feet
| But said Dr. Charlie, still hesitat'ng,
excuse me--you do not speak ike the
wife of working man--your langu-
ageT-
twill tell you all You have besn
kind to me- said The poor ere store, her
cheeks flushed, and her eyes gl;tte1i7g
with excitement. I shall feel be.tet to
etalk of some one. I have had some
ducatior, but I've always been mise"ablJ
poor The first can recollect is living
in one of those tenement houses in Lon
don in a sultry, close room, where we
cooked and slept. Ny mother seued
half the night; but she taught me. She
had seeu better DAYS, but had run away
to marry d!ssipated and improvident
man. She was widow, and her friends
had cast her off. remember one cad
full November day, when kind of slee,y
rain was falling. We had TO fie and tine
sharp wind crept through every crack
and pipcbed US with cold. I think my
mother must have been in despairipg
mood for days, but it had made no grea;
impression Oh my childish mind I Stood
at the window drearily looking out at tie
puddles CT slusn and water that mace
dirty dimples IN them now and then.
Oh, how it a Il comes back to me to-day
NV mother came toward me.
Here, Nell she said, pct this shawl
about YOU, for you look nigh clemmed
with cold
And what will you do, moth2r?' /
asked, fer she was taking the shawl i'om
about her own shoulders
/ 'Oh I'm warm CROUCH she ars 1ered
: I feel as if had fire in my veins; besides,
I'm goiug to drick this, and 1Il pever
feel cold agair.
'Sbe was dropping some dark s.1t1
out of a vial when she sald this, ard
cried out:
| GIVE me some, TOO, mother, of the
wonderful stuff
But she smiled-Oh, such bitter
smile felt, child as was that some
thing was wrong, and watched her, hall
afraid, as she sat silent for time with
her head on her hand. Then l heard hel
say:
i Poor little Nelll Poor little Nellr
I She often said such plying words, but
something in the tone then seemed tc
stir my heart. I ran over to her and lean
ed my head on her knee. She looked
sick and white.
You've got an aunt, child she NUT
tered.
! well, I don't care I answered; =
don't want her.
i But you will want her, dear, and
think-she'll forgive you then-when Tn
gone--people can't be angry with the
dead believe-and she very comfort
able-you'll be better off,
Then I noticed the change in my
mothers face the strange convulsed new
face that seemed to have taken the place