The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1871-02-02
HAsTY WORDS.

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Veil have one just like it."
glanced at four-year old Harry, who
had constructed a most wonderful edifce
IN the middle of my sitting-room.
am afraid 1t would not keep out
much of the snow" said I.
But it would be so nice in SUMMER =
said Harry, laughing merrily, and, spring
ing to my side, he threw his arms around
my neck, saying, "Oh mamal I love you
sol"
Harry" said |, kissing him, "wlIl
you run down and tell Bridget to have
warm biscuit for tea p He started
quickly, and as he started, his foot caught
IN light stand upon which I had placed
Il Fare Partisan vase, with a rose bud Just
unfolding its crimson petals in it, The
stand fell over, and the vase (gift from
my dead mother) was shattered
/" You naughty boy cried, angrily :;
" You deserve to be whipped. Pick up
them pieces instantly, and put them in
the coal nod. : He stopped, carefully
picked up the fragments, scratching his
little fingers as he did so against the
sharp edges He carried them away and
was gone some time When he returned
it was with something clasped tightly in
his hand.
Coming to me he placed a five cent
| piece in my lap, saying, "Will this buy
| you new vase, mamma ?"
What evil demon possessed me to take
the coin, his sacredly cherished treasure,
| Ga kind neIghbor had given him for some
/ little office and throw it from me,
know not
Harry picked it up with the tears
running down his face, and sat down
upon his stool, with his hands folded SO
meekly. Presently he said: May go
aud play with Eddie Potter?"
81 don't care where you 60" said l,
GROSSLY, SO you keep out of my sight
i Harry went to the closet where his coat
and hat hung, put them on and came and
stood by my side.
! Mamma, will you please forgive me ?
I'm so sorry" and he put up his lips for
kiss. Oh, God forgive me, / pushed
the little fellow away. He stood by the
door moment, looking pitifully at me
it is twenty-five years ago to-day since he
stood there, but | can see him with his
blue coat and red and grey wo terd skat-
ing cap, and the little red mittens, as if
q it were but yesterday. But | looked
coldly at him, the door opened and shut,
| heard him 60 out; unfasten the gate.
Looking out Of the window, saw the lit
tie fellow iift his face with a smile as he
saw me, which gave place to a pitiful
CULVER of the lips, when he saw that
took no notice of him. I watched the
darling down the street with strange,
underlined feeling, till the little coat and
~ 5o;I In
Twice sudden impulse moved me to
call him back, but crushed it back. Oh
i would to God | HAD Well, / sewed
all through the afternoon. At four
O'Clock put down my work, and sat by
the window. Conscience began to re-
proach me for my conduct. 81 don't
care" | said, "my beautiful vase is a
ruin "What is the value of all the
vases in the world compared with your
child? Have you rot spoken cross to
that dear little Harry, who is always SO
Icheerful and ubcdient? And this is not
the first time neither, and you call your
self Christian mother, too? Suppose
Harry should be taken suddenly from
you. Wouldn't your cruel words haunt
you forever"
could bear this no longer. I rose
and picked up the stray litter about the
room to give it a more tidy appearance
Then went up to the window, peer.
ing anxiously through the gloom, and
seeing nothing of my boy. My heat be
came terribly heavy; this suspense was
unbearable. Hastily throwing a shawl
over my head ran into Mrs. Potter's
Have you seen anything of Eddie p
was the question before / entered the
room. Have you seen Harry?'' '"H He
was over here at half-past two; he
and Eddie went over to Josie Gray's. ]
think" Ha
What she thought never knew, for
at that moment Eddie rushed in breath
less, screaming, Mother mothers Har-
ry Loring is drowned /! We were sliding
on the mill. pond and there was hole in
the ice with snow on it, and Harry didn't
see it, and"
Hush, Eddie" said his mother, look
ing at me fearfully. "Hore is Mrs
Loring." @
There was a great silence in the room,
broken only by the blithe, sweet voice of
the canary, and the purr of Maltese
cat Presently Mrs. Potter came toward
me, and placed her hand softly upon my
shoulder, saying, Ella, my poor child p
! never moved, but sat with wide open
eyes upon an awful picture. A cold,
gray afternoon, pond, little boys play
upon it, one little figure, we'll known to
me. suddenly disappearing through the
treacherous ice, down, down, the little
hands grasping at cruel weeds, the sweet
mouth full of water. And these wicked
sinful words ringing through my ears.
III don't care where you go, so long as
you keep out of my sight" There was a