Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1871-06-23
Mrs Flowers rejoiced in larger organ Of

Mrs Flowers rejoiced in larger organ Of
circulation.
"Come in, child" she cried, in her cor
dial voice, advancing and stretching out
her hand. Then turning to Peter: You
can leave her here till you bring back the
lantern"
He made surly response, and disap-
peared. The dame drew the child to the
fire the little, trembling thing gazed at
her earnestly as she crouched before it,
and spread her blue hands to the generous
blaze. Want had stamped its mark upon
her; but, though it had dimmed her eyes
and followed her infant cheeks, it had
failed to destroy the impress she bore of
pure soul.
"See herl" cried Conscience. "Is there
not a suffering creature near you nOD
Will you tell me again there is no need
to sacrifice your bes6tting sin?"
Mingling with her voice came those
sweet and gracious words spoken eighteen
hundred years ago, and which still breathe
their accents through this sin-troubled
world as clearly as when first uttered !;
" Inasmuch as ye did 1t unto the least OF
these, ye did it unto me-"
The childless woman and the mother
less child looked into each others faces,
SoSh With q iOhbAh6t 6oHO.
"You are not afraid of me, child, are
your" she asked, laying her hand gently
on the little ones shoulder.
"No," replied the child, mot of you 7"
and she touched with timid finger the
good woman's soft cheek; "but / am of
hjmg glancing wildly toward the door,
" He is taking me to the poor house" she
whispered, with dropping head, and trem-
bling like a dying bird
"Not one step shall you gol' cried the
true-hearted, motherly soul, and she
clasped the desolate little creature to her
warm breast.
Great was Mr.. Peter Turner's disgust on
his return with the lantern. $50 you are
opening refuge for stray thieves, are you,
Mrs. FlowersY" he asked, scornfully.
"Well, it's nothing to me. All have to
say is, if Mr.. Flowers likes to spend his
earnings that way, | don't But I'll help
you along" he added, with cutting irony
whenever l see any stragglers there's a
warrant out agin, Iii send 'em on to you"
And with this Parthian dart he went his
way.
Mr.. Flowers, deeply sunk in repose,
was profoundly unconscious of the sudden
addition to his family. He was aroused
by his wife pulling his whiskers, and say
ing she had something to show him. After
struggling in "slumbers chain for few
moments, he managed to open his eyes
sufficiently to discover the sharer of his
griefs and joys seated on the side of the
bed, holding on her arm sleeping child,
whose golden head nestled on her bosom.
MIR. Flowers stared blankly at this sur
prising sight. He was just dehberating
whether he might not be dreaming, when
8 ShQrn ninph from the pypifa1 Mrs Elnv-
ers quite convinced him that she, at least,
was not an "airy nothing" Reuben,
dear" said she, "you gave me the four
hundred dollars to buy furs to keep my
self warm, didn't your
"Yes," returned the perplexed benefac-
tor, land to look handsome in" he added,
absently, as an afterthought
And you'll let me spend the money in
the way that will keep me warmest, won't
you, dear!" ignoring the latter part of his
reply: :,
Yes" responded he, with his eyes riv-
eted on the little golden head.
We'll" she went on, in voice between
crying and laughing, "if l choose to keep
my heart warm, instead of my back and
shoulders, you will not say No to it, will
your
"Of course notr replied he, staring
with all his might alternately at her and
the child.
"Well, then, DEAR" she continued, cry.
ing and laughing still more, if you are
agreeable, Ill spend it on this little home
less one, and keep her close to my heart
to warm it in its old age"
Mr.. Flowers was agreeable, and what
is more, he remained so up to his dying
day.