The Portland daily press., 1871-10-14
DAILY PRESS.
PORTLAND.
SATURDAY, OC roBER IA, 1871.
Deash of Little PauI.

mo'her and her picture in the drawing-roOm,
uo"n stairs, and thought she must have low
GU sweet Florence better than his father did,
tEn ~ nave neld Der in her arms when she
.nouSht she was dying-foT even he. her
brother who had dear love for her cou,J hsvs
no greater wish than that. ,rna train of
.hooghis Suggested 10 him to inanira # ba
mad ever seen his mother, Tor he conId nor rs1
member whether they had told bio. va or
no, the river running very last, and confusing
"FIOy, did ever see mamm,~
"No, darling; why?"
"Did ever see any kind face like mammals
looking at me when was a baby Floy pn
He asked incredulously, as if he had seen a
vision OF face before him.
20 yes, dear"
"Whose, FloyT
"Your old nurses; often."
"And where is my old nurse ?" said Paul.
ais she dead toe? Floy, are we all dead ex-
cept youp"
There was hurry in the room for an In
stant-longer, perhaps; but it seemed no
more-then all was still again; and Florence,
with her face coorless, but smiling, held bis
head upon his arms. Her arm trembled very
much.
"show me the old nurse, Floy, If you
please"
"she is not here, darling. She shall come
Tomorrow"
"Thank you, Foyl
Paul closed his eyes with these words, and
fell asleep. When he awoke the sun was
high and rhe broad day was clear and warm.
He lay little, looking at the windows, which
were open, and the curtains rustlIng in the
air, and waving to and fro; then he said.-
"Floy, is it to morrowp Has she Gomez"
Some one seemed to go in quest OF her.
Perhaps it was susan. Paul thought he
heard her telling him when be had closed his
eyes again, that she would soon be back; but
be did not open them TO see. She kept her
word-perhaps she had never been away
but the next thing that happened was a noise
OF footsteps on the stairs, and then Paul
woke-woke mind add body-and sat upright
in his bed. He saw them now about b m.
There was no gray mist before them, as there
had been sometimes in the night. he knew
them every one, and called them by their
names.
sand who is thisP Is this my old nurse P"
said the child, regarding, with radiant smile,
figure coming in.
Yes. Yes. No other stranger would have
shed those tears at sight of him, and called
him her dear boy, her pretty boy. her own
poor blighted chlld. No other woman would
have stopped down by his bed, and taken UP
his wasted hand, and put it to her lips aud
breast, as one who had some right TO fondle
it. No other woman would have so forgotten
everybody else but him and Floy, and been
so full OF tenderness and pity.
"Floy! this kind, good facer' said Paul.
81 am glad to see it again. Don't 60 away,
old nurse! Stay herep
His senses were all quickened, and he heard
a name he knew.
"Who was that who said sWalterP'" he
asked, and looked around. "Some one said
Walter. Is he here? 1 should like to see
him very much"
Nobody replied directly, but his father
soon said to Susan, "Call him back, then;
| let him come upw After a short pause of
| expectation dnring which he looked with
smiling interest and wonder on his nurse,
and saw that she had not torgoton Fioy. Wal
ter was brought into the room. His OPP
en- face and manner, aud bis cheerful eyes,
had always made him favorite with Paul;
| and when Paul saw HIM he stretched out his
| hand and said "Good. bvl"
"Good by, my childp cried Mrs. Pipchin,
| hurrying 10 bis beds head. "Not good bl ?'
For an instant Paul looked at her with the
wistiul face with which he bad so often gazed
| upon her in his corner by The fire. "Ah, yes,'
| he said. placidly, "Good-by! Walter. dear,
good byp-turnng his head to where he
where is papa?"
He felt his fathers breath upon his cheek
before the words had parted from his lips.
"Remember Walter, dear papap he wbis-
pered, looking in his face. "Remember Wal
ter. l was fond Ct Malterp The feeble
hand waved in the air, as if it cried good
byp TO Walter once again.
snow lay me down." he said, "aud Floy
come close to me and let LIE see youp
Sister and brother wound their arms
around each other, and the golden light came
streaming III, and fell upon them locked to-
gether.
SLOW fast the river runs, between the
green banks and the rushes, Floy! But It's
very near the sea. l hear the waves! They
always said sol'
Presently he told her that the motion OF the
boat upon the stream was lulIng him 10 res.
How green the banks are now; how bright
the flowers growing on them, aId how tall
the rushes! Now the boat was out at sea,
but gliding smoothly on. And now there was
shore before him. Who stood on the
bank
He put his hands together. as he had been
used 10 do at his prayers. He did not remove
his arms to do it.; hut they saw him told them
| so, behind her neck.
Mamma is like you, Fioy. 1 know her by
the facel But tell them that the print up)r
the stairs at school is not divine enough.
The light about the head is shining as | 90 (!
| The golden ripple OF the wall came bacl
again, andInotbing else stirred in the room
The old, old fashionl The fashion that came
in with ouI first garments, and will last un
changed until our race has Iun its course, and
the vide tirmament is rolled up like a scroll
The DID, old fashion -Dea,h.
o, thank God, all who see it, for that Older
fashion yet, immortality! And look upon us
..ngels of young children, with regards moi
quite estranged, when the swift river bears us
o the ocean -Chartes Dickens.