The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1872-11-28
sPEJIALI PROVIDENCE.
BIZ soLON N sAPP,

ewing odd. homely, but not undramatic
Versiacation Of a characteristic sailor story
giveu, in apparent reference to the reunion
Of an emigrant husband and his wife. who,
having been separated in the small boats
bearing them away from the laundering YES
sci in which they had been voyaging to tn 9
fSrmer's American home, had believed each
other dead and driited farther apart accord
ingly:
'God wills it So" she said, ''and God Is Just
The widows prayer is not unheeded all;
In His good providence | calmly trust,
Whose loving kindness notes the sparroW's
Ny faith is firm, my hope will not depart
While babys smile and God snstain my
heart.
There came a sound of footsteps at the door,
The lavch was raised, John Gripsr stag
gered in,
And with him came the city's frightful roar.
Its crash of mammom aud its cry of SIN;
"The rent! the rent! you need not weep or
.roWn;
I'll have the rent or turn you Or the town!
BahI common tale you told me that before,
woman with q babe should be wed;
I grant it all, all that you said and more,
The wedding ring, the storm, the husband
dead,
The orphan babe by blessed heaven sent
But what have these to do with paying rent ?
This poverty of yours is sheer disgrace,
hold it SO in one SO best as you,
With eyes SO winning, and SO sweet q face,
And hand the lovllesL1 ever knew.
Nay, do not kill me with that haughty nush
You grow more beautiful with every blush"
The widow prayed for help, and strovo 10
The storm OF terror rushing DER her brain
But when she telt his gold pressed on her
on her cheek his foul lips vulgar
She raised the babe between herself and
harm;
Its smile was stronger than the ruffiAn's arm.
Relieved, she fed--uo matter, anywhere;
Down TO pAuper's grave, pHuper's rest;
regulation coffin, =" rough and square,
Will room enough Tor baby ON her breast
on, Oh she fled, lever in her BRAIN,
10 die, she hoped, beneath the cooling rain.
Mark Brown, aNakel woman at your door
Is perlshIng with hunger while you sleep
Alas poor Mark, his heart IL sad and sore,
Through halt The night he lies awake to
weep
No wealth can heal, and no physicians art
Can stay the sngulsh OF = broken heart.
The clock strikes three; still Mark ia In his
bed
The lonely house is silent as the tomb;
so quiet all, that MoHsey's fairy tread
Is family audible within the room.
She climbs The bureau, up the paper walls,
And like little splrit-rapper calls.
The mouse at length among the treasure
stands.
With all the mother warming Ia her
brea>t;
"Ah. this is nice this tender note lie grand!
Twill make nay babes the sottest, sweetest
nest"
Thereat she took an hundred dollar bill
And sIyly bore IL from the secret till.
Then down the wall as silently she glides
AS falls the Leaf that settles on the grass
All but the garnet In her eyes are hid;
CLEAN, futter, mouse aud money pass
Across the velvet carpet, and are gone,
And Mark, uE conscious Of his loss, sleeps on.
Emerging from the room, the mouse espies
WHAT seems to her the shadow of cat
SO motlonless upon the grass it lies
SO bodllesS, impalpable and fat;
But mouse, By virtue of her dangerous trade,
Has grown suspicious even of q shade.
With peering eyes she crept along the wall,
The ghostly shadow crept along the grass
Alarmed, she let The fnttering treasure fall
And ran to cover, but too late, alasl
CLEAN OF darkness shot across her way
The spectre cat has made the mouse her
prey.
The Grant wind brushed with It's finger tips
An hundred dollar bill that careless lay
Too near the open window, noise less slips
The 'msrgent note, and gGyly sails away
Der beds OF 1uchsas, lllacs, priVet clips,
Ger laughing vines and hedges old and gray.
And still the wind in merry humor played
Still brushed 1t onward with gentle tap,
Until 1t reached the woman; there 1t sta ycd,
Vibrated, Auttered, settled on her lap;
The baby's hand, raised by an angels care,
Dropt gently on the wait and held it there.
cob, faithful promisel love Of God" she
said,
"O'er bOuntsous answer but Thy will be
done;
asked Thee only for nv daily bread,
And lOl with much Thou send'st an angel
downV
She wept. then thought, then feebly answer
1t is not minc-no angel brought it so.
No human hand through God-appointed
mean,
But from yon open window swept, it fell
Ga baby's breast; God makes me SEQ it
plain"
Then she arose and quickly rang the bell.
AID waited tremblingiy-few minutes mere
The lock was turned and opened wide the
door.
Mark Brown was there; he bowed and SIM
ply said,
''w6at is it mA'am" "A note, sir" she
F'Great God p he gasped. "ths sea gives up
It's dead!
Ny wife. my vile, my precious 'wifeg he
cried.
t'Oh, husband! Marx! Gods name be ever
olestP'
Then babe and mother sank upon his breast
NOUUMpRp