The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1871-06-08
OF THE LATE Wharf.-The
STORY OF A LITTLE
FONDLING.
From the Revolution j..

/ From the Revolution
VIENNA, Austria, March 15.-A fair
young American had fed from her fam
lily in New York, to share the fate of her
betrothed, who had returned to Germany
to tight the battels Of Vaterland. When
she arrived in Hamburg, where his friends
lived, he had gone to the front. She
went to Berlin, hoping to gain permission
TO go to him, and there she gave birth to
a premature child-her condition, it
seems, was not known to her friends.
one mad but one thought and aim-to
again meet him to whom she had con-
nded her love. Encountered by her
child, she could not do it, limited as she
was In means. The language was for
elgn to her, and she was among strangers:
and how was the Child to be disposed of
She read in the not infallible Murray
that fondling house existed in Vienna
where children were received without
question and without money, and here
she came in the coolest weather, illv
prepared for so long and bleak a journey.
She drove from the station with her
child direct to the asylum, there to learn
that no foreign child was taken without
paying something like 5000; she had
scarcely enough to pay her return pas
sage and much less than to deposit that
sum with her child She then gave her.
self into the hands Of the police, with the
declaration that the child could not and
would not be retained by her. Her
youth and beauty and sad condition clio
tied no little sympathy for her, and she
found those who befriended her and who
made up the needed sum to secure for the
child place in the asylum. intended
30 go and see if could render her any
assistance, but the evening papers told of
her departure, and since then have met
those who had seen her. and have felt
much interest to know more Of her hiss
tory and the fate of the child, which l
had little doubt was among the eighty of
every hundred Of those taken into the
Foudling House who died
A few days since, I was, as, usual, at
the Childrens Hospital during the hour
of prescribing for out-of door patients,
when a child was brought to gaze from
its downy decking and laid upon the
table. After removing its two little
a prons, opened behind, and its blue
bowed cap-the usual dressing of all
children here, whether rich or poor
there was something so fine in the child's
features, so unlike the common clay
usually Inspected that the hasty glance
Of the doctor did not fail to observe it,
and he SAID to the woman, as this your
child ?" Rather hesjtatingly, yes" she
replied, and she manifested all the anX
iety and tenderness that mother could
for a child. BIT something impressed
me that there was an untold history IN
the lump before me, and when The child
was taken into an adjoining room to lie
again swaddled in its bed of down, !ol-
lowed and asked if she had not adopted
the child, and she said Yes, and per
laps you may have read something about
he mother last winter > and strange
snough it was the same little creature
lb0nt whom | Lad been curious The
ADOPTED mother had lost All her own
and applying to rhr asylum hal
received This as her own She told me
that recently the mother had written
from New York 20 ascertain the where
sboutS ofthe'child, and had expressed
desire to obtain it, But she added, IL
will not give it up
When | stated the story Ia the doctor
4 could see only selfish motive that
called forth 5" much apparent love Tor
,he child-a hope to receive good price
but | was ready and willing to believe
that the mothers heart, left vacant by
he loss of her own little ones, found the
crnsclaJion of love IN this, her adopted
charge She came daily A wet nurse
was advised, ana every suggestion Was
carried OUT but with. every
visit the large blue eyes became more
and more Sunken, ami the delicate vein
wigs upon the temple more marked, and
then She came alone and wept, and said
that little Amelia had been taken away
from her, and wondered if IA few lines
telling of her death might not reach her
mothers eye, so that she should know
that she was cared for lovingly. that tears
Of love fell upon her peaceful little face,
and that in the church-yard stands a
little board cross bearing the name of
Amelia Allen" Yours truly.
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