Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 186?-1872, 1870-05-14

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her chin, she came back to conscious
ness for a few moments. She looked
up at me with faint smile, and plac.
ing her arms around my neck as l
bent over her, kissed me softly; and
then said with shudder as she went
back into delirium, Allie lad mama!
Allie 'oldv
She never knew me Afterwards
That was her last kiss; her last look
of reason on earth.
The next day she died.
o. my dear Emma, words cannot
describe to you, the remorse Of my
soul as ! gazed on the face Of my
dead child!
She was chilled through, I heard
our own DIR. telling my husband that
might; for he had found out, that
Ellen had gone shopping that after
noon, and had left Alice outside maxi
ing her purchases. "Had your nurse
been Trustworthy, your child would
be living now" was his sadly spoken
words, as he stood by me looking
down upon her angel face.
! But 1t seemed to me that he Shrek
ed in my ears, you murdered your
child, you MURDERED YOUR CHILD.
And many times / have woke up
in terror, with those awful words
ringing through my head, and God
only knows how much have suffered
since the thought of Mrs. Strong's
ball.
We have never had another child.
No music Of pattering feet, or happy
childish voices ever greet our coming,
Il fal hnt II ri bt
for solemly assure you, believe my
child lost her life through my un-
parnonable confidence in her young
and giddy nurse"
The tears of Aunt Margaret fell
like rain as she concluded; and Mrs.
Loring's usually bright and happy
face was full of distress as she ex-
claimed, "Oh, Aunt, how terrible!
Where can Katie be with Mamie !"
She flew up stairs, put on her things
rapidly, never needing whether they
looked stylish or not, stat ted after her
child.
"Katie stopped here only u mo-
ment,r said her husbands mother.
~ told her she had better hurry
home, for it was coming up cold"
The words fell, on the mothers ear
like death knell, and hurryine
down the principal thOroughfare, she
looked vainly for Katie and Mamie
"Oh, Where can they be?' she
cried ut last desparingly, for the
minutes seemed like so many hours
when suddenly the little carriage
wheeled slowly around an opening,
and a baby voice cried "mama ma
map and pair of little blue hands
were stretched out towards her.
She had no words of chiding fol
Katie; for her own self condemna.
tion would not allow her to reproacll
the faithless girl. But her loving
hands made quick work, and soon
baby Mamie was before the glowing
CRATE, and Aunt Margaret was putting
her feet into warm bath, and rub
bing briskly her little cold body.
/ That night, the frst for many
months, Mrs. LOring undressed anC
put her child to bed.
How her heart reproached her as
Mamie said at the change, "Mama
nicer Tate. Mamie lub mama 81
much." A new prayer was on hel
lips rs she tucked the clothes careful
lyaround her darling, and sat down
anXiously watching her breathing.
None but God knew her thoughts
as she sat there 10y her little blossom
Through the night air came the mu
sic of Mrs. Wilton's ball, but it made
no enticing melody for her; her hear
had found sweeter and more enduring
pleasures.
Morning found her by Mamie's bed
side, who woke up suffering slightly
from cold. But her mother shud
dered at every little cough, as sht
thought Of what would have been the
consequences without her Aunt,
warning.
Other children now prattle gleeful
: ly around her, and the memory Of hel
Aunts bitter experience has neve
left her; for she finds her best happi
ness in teaching them to do right
. and in earring for their happiness.
Society no longer engrosses her bes
energies. She is doing prayerfull,
her life's work, and sweet is her re
, ward; for happier husband, or bet
ter children, never made sweeter mu
sic In loving home, than I'm tina
, which Mrs. Loring rules and serve
so faithfully.