Centre Hall reporter. [volume] (Centre Hall, Pa.) 1868-1871, 1871-01-06

her sisters name mentioned until her mo
mory had almost faded from her mind -
And Madeline Vincent was dying Surely
Grace must 80 10 her.
Come in here. and warm yourself
dear, said George, leading the poor wal
into warm, comfortable room. "What'.
I yoGr name r.
Madeline Nincert, Sir.n
will call Graeie II am her husband
and 60 TO see your mother
Very quietly he called Oracle from amid
her guests, and told her where she wa,
wished for.
" Let me 70 10 her now r. she cried
My poor sister. dying dying! oh,
Georgei dying !"
A few moments more, and she had apollo
ixed 20 such OF her guests as would miss
her, aud, together with George and the
child, started out 90 meet that sister OF
whom she had but the dimmest reoollee-
ton. They left the brilliantly lighted
streets behind them and turned l.ito one
Of those lone, dark, dreary, ard almost
God -forsaken streets of New York,
Grace gazed around her in awe, and kept
closer 10 his side, as her eyes, for the first
time. fell upon real woe and degradation,
Here and there shouts Of drunken laughter,
loud swearing, angry voices, and children's
weeping, fell upon their ears.
And his is New Years eve she muir
INJURED. "Oh George!
And the contrast Of this scene 20 the
one she had left behind her, almost paral-
ized her. Could such misery exist Z
Nv sister surely she does not live
here r. she asked of the child, pitifully, as
she entered an old tumble-down tene-
ment-house, and led them upward and up
ward long flights Of creaking stairs, that
bent beneath their weight.
Here and the child opened door
that led into mean little attic, where the
dim glimmerings of n candle scarcely re-
yeaIed the figure OF n woman lying ups
pile of straw Here Oh, mamm-
she has come with mep' g.
Grace hurried TO the bedside.
"Maddie, Maddie! is il YOU % she cried,
showering kiss upon kiss on her poor face.
"lt-iSl Oh! Grace why did you not
come sooner? have sent for you every
day, this long while; and | have watched
so eagerly for you. But, thank God you
have come before died. My child"
Maddie, Maddie, you must not die, /"
she cried, agoniEingly, as she realized the
bitter truth, that she had so heartlessly
turned her own sisters child away from
her door. ave VIII take you home-you
shall be taken care of-you shall hyem
II cannot, Grace /; | am dying-famished
TO death for want of food. Only care for
my child-oh, Grace ~
During this conversation, George had
slipped out for physician but before he
returned Grace Lowering had stood or
knelt, for the first time by the couch Of
death.
The last words had been:
MY child, Grace my child "
And Grace had folded the little orphan
TO her bosom, and mingled her tears with
hers.
But little moro remains TO be told
Madeline was given costly burial. and
the little orphan was taken home and well
cared for. And then and there, amid the
bitterest tears of her life, as she stood by
the corpse Of her starved -to-death sister,
and began 70 dimly realize how great was
the suffering that could and did exist so
near her, she almost loathed the brilliant
ly-gleaming lights and the CAV laughter
that was then resounding through her own
home; and resolved tnat never again should
q child be turned from her door, or the
friendlesS not be befriended.