The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1872-12-07
Special Providence.
BY soLoN n. SAPP.

sifcation of a characteristic sailor story Is
given, in apparent reference to the reunion OF
an emigrant husband and his wife, who, hav
ing been separated in the small boats bearing
them away from the laundering vessel III
which they had been voyagins to the formers
American home, had believed each other dead
and drifted farther apart accordingly:
:" God wills it so :" she said, g and God is just,
The widows prayer is not unheeded all;
In His good providence | calmly trust,
Whose loving kindness notes the sparrow's
fall
NV faith is firm, my hope viii not depart
While baby's smile and God sustain my heart.
There came sound of footsteps al the door,
The latch was raised, John Grlper staggered
in,
And with HIM came the city's frightful roar,
It's crash of mammon and its cry OF SIN
The rent! the rent! you need not weep or
frown;
III have the rent or turn You on the town.
BAH common tale YOU told me that before
woman with babe should be wed;
gran. 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 blest as you,
With eyes so winning, and so sweet a face,
And hand the loveliest / ever knew.
Nay, do not kill me with that naughty flush.
You grow more beautiful with every blush"
The widow prayed for help, and strove TO calm
The storm of terror rushing DER her brain,
But when she felt his gold pressed on her
palm,
And on her cheek his foul lips vulgar stain,
It's smile was stronger than the ruffian's arm.
Relieved, she fied-no matter, anywhere;
Down to pauper's grave, a pauper's rest
A CIRCULATION coffin, rough and square,
With room enough for baby on her breast
On, on she fled, fever in her brain,
To die, she hoped, beneath the cooling ran.
Mark Brown, awake! woman at your door
Is perishing with hunger while you sleepl
Alas poor Mark, his heart is sad and sore,
Through hall the night he lies awake to
weep
No wealth can heal, and no physicians art
Can stay the anguish of broken heart.
The clock strikes three still Mark is in his
bed;
The lonely house is silent as the tomb:
SO quiet all, that Mousey's fairy tread
Is family audible within the room.
She climbs the bureau, up the paper walls,
And like little spirit-rapper calls.
The mouse at length among the treasure
stands.
With all the mother warming IN her breast
''Ah, this is nice this tender note is grand!
Twill make my babes the softest, sweetest
nest"
Thereat she took an hundred dollar bill
And slyly bore it 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, fiutter, mouse and money pass
Across the velvet carpet, and are gone,
And Mark, unconscious Of his loss, sleeps on.
Emerging from the room, the mouse espios
What seems to her the shadow of a cat,
So motoness upon the grass it lies
SO hn4iiIAea,-ina,alr.abi 10 and a..
But mouse, by virtue of her dangerous trade,
Has grown suspicious even ola shade
With peerinS eyes she crept along the wall
The ghostly shadow crept along the grass
Alarmed, she let the futtering treasure fan
And ran to cover, but too late, alas!
a CLEAN of darkness shot aoross her path,-
The spectre cat has made mouse her prey.
The Grant wind brushed with its inger-tips
An hundred dollar bfl that careless Law
Too near the open window, noiseless slips
The emergent note, and gayly sails away
Der beds of fuchsias, ilacs, privet clips
Ger laughing vines and hedges old and gray.
And still the wind in merry humor Played
Still brushed it onward with a gentle tap,
Until 1t reached the woman there it stayed.
Vibrated, fiuttered, settled on her lap:
The baby's hand, raised by an angels care.
Dropt gently on the waif and held it there
" Oh, faithful promise love of God, :" she said
"OeT-bounteous answer but Thy Will be
done;
asked Thee only for my daily bread.
And 10! with much thou send'st an ANGEL
down.
She wept, then thought, then feobly answered
'sNo!
1t Is not mine-nO angel brought it so.
No human hand through God-appointed
mean,
But from yon open window swept, it fell
On baby's breast: God makes me see it plain"
Then she arose and quickly rang the bell,
And waited trembling ly--few minutes more
The lock was turned and opened wide the
door.
lark Brown was there he bowed and sim1,lv
said,
"What is it, maam?r GA note. sir" she
replied.
"Great God ~ he gasped, "the sea gives up
its deadl
My wife, my wife, my precious wife - he
cried
oh, husband Mark Gods name be ever
blcst! -
Then babe and mother sank upon his breast.
THE VILLAGE ANGEL.