The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1872-03-07

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ish outburst Of temper which Susie might
exhibit. As Mr.. Bragdcn lavished upon
his daughter every term Of endearment
that came to his lips, so Mrs Bragdcn law
ished upon her all the elaborate clothing
and childish ornaments that her ingenious
fancy could invent aud skillful fingers ex-
ec; 0. As the hea,heus show their deyo.
tion to their idols by decking them in cost
ly jewels, and laying at their feet rare
works oiart and nature. so she showed her
affection for her ctilA BY arrayiug her in
puts aud rafles, feathers aud lacts. until
tho child looked nor, like French doll
than creature Of real llcsh and blood.
As the tea bell sounded. Mrs, Bragden
prepared to lay aside her work until oven.
ing, but before she had fairly done SO. her
husband entered the room bearing in bis
urms little Susie, who lay with her head
thrown back on bis shoulder in deep but
unnatural sleep.
"What is the mattcr?" asked Mrs Brag-
den, 10 an anxious tone for she saw from
her husbands face that something was
wrong
II have sent for the doctor, replied her
husband. as be laid Susie on the bed. ~
think she is going to be veryill,"
"Where did you find her9" asked Mrs.
Bragden, almost in a whisper, her heart
reproaching her for her impatienco to her
child, "What has happened to ber3'
"Idon't know that anything has hap.
pened that we could have prevented, said
Mr.. Bragdeu, helping his wife to un'aa'cn
Susic's clothes, for her trembling fingers
would hardly do her bidding. n found
her away up in the garrct. Sho had
thrown herself down in front of an open
window and evidently cried herself to sleep
She was moaning and tossing her arms
about; but try as hard as I can, cannot
wake her. Don't be frightened, dear; it
may not be anything serious, after all -
But | know we should beth feel easier II
the doctor we're hero.
"Susie. darling" said Mrs. Brsgdeu,
bending over the still sleeping but restless
child, don't you hear mamma calliug2-
-Vw'ske up. doar. y Sc '-''i II w
"Susie only threw her arms over her
head and did not open her eyes, but moaned
10 pitiful tone that went straight, to her
mothers heart: "Tuko me no. mamma.
take me up. I'm so tired"
Mrs. Brpgden buried her head in the
pillow beside her child, and sobbed as il
hcr heart would break. Her husband
comfor,ed her as we'll as he could but the
sharp words she bad spoken that afternoon
came back to her with a fearful ais,iuctuess,
ind she would have given all she most val.
ued 10 the world il they could have been
unuttered
The doctor at last arrived, and pronou'l-
ed Susie's illness to be what her father and
mother had both secretly feared-brain
fever. For days the little sufferer lay un.
conscious Of oil around her. and who can
describe tue mental torture her mother en-
dured as she sat BY her bedsidef Some
times Susie called for her father in fright
ebed tones, as il separation from him was
the most dreadful thing that could happen
to her. Mr.. Dragdeu's voice always
soothed and quietted her for while, but
the next moment she would break forth in
that same heart.rendering cry, take me
up, mamma, take me up. I'm SO tired"
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