Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1872-10-31

ber through all eternity.
What she said cannot tell. A wild
storm of reproaches, of taunts, of ev-
erything terrible that could issue from
coarse, fiery, passionate woman's soul,
fell over the young heads and into the
young hearts of her children and the
end of it all was that Noel Blake's COT
tage roof sheltered at least one form
that night that would never pass again
over the threshold OF the new house on
the hill.
Through all the terrible hours of that
night, Clytle Blake bent over the couch
Of her beloved friend, calming, com,
forting and sustaining her, and at
day-dawn q new soul put on an earthly
guise, and freed soul entered into
Heaven.
g Where are you, darling !" Minnie
whispered at the last. ~ cannot see
you." =.
And the young husband lifted the
white face to his bosom, saying:
Here, my pet-my poor little girl.
There lie still on my bosom, dear p
You are better now"
f. Better :" The low voice was sweet
as sersph's. A smile broke like sun.
light over the pallid face. "Better z"
she repeated. Yes for I am going
where there will be no death, neither
sorrow nor crying; neither shall there
be any more pain-for the former
things have passed away" -,
=" But not yet, darling. You will live
great many years for my sake and the
Hush, man! Don't you see she is
dyings Z"
The physician's voice was earnest
but tender, and he tried to take the
poor head Of her whose earthly mo-
ments were numbered-tried to take it
lay it on the pillow but she spoke,
pleadingly:
Let me be, please let me be. 1 want
to have the Father take me from your
own bosom to His town."
Minnie :! Minnie - moaned the
Young father ;'' don't ,iie ! dent leave
me Oh, my God my God -
For q moment the mans grief was
terrible to witness. Then he grew calm
and white as the dead.
They have killed you. I have killed
you Z" he said, laying his cheek on the
forehead that was already vet with the
river. spray.
"No, no =" The thin white hand felt
its way feebly up to the bent head, and
'You've been 80 kind, so true, 80 ten
der: Nobody meant wrong, 7 think.
Tell them goodbye, darling and-and
who will take care of my child2'
May l be it's earthly mother Z" Mrs.
Blake asked, softly, laying her hand on
the hand of the dying. "Will you
trust me to love and guide her, as if
she were mine by right of birth z"
Yes for God shall wipe away all
tears and there shall be no more sor-
row, nor crying; neither shall there be
-any-more-"
The faint voice faltered, and sudden
ly ceased.
The sunrise flashed in at the win
dow, and struck goldenly across the
folded lids and the smiling lips and
over the living and the dead fell the
fragrance of June roses and the sound
of woodland singing, that had no
longer power to stir the pulses that
grow SO weary ere they were calmed by
death.
"She was a poor thing, anyhow 2
Mrs. Morley lamented to her husband:
ga poor thing! An she pave away
that baby just to spite me-rothin'
else an you know it. I could q brune
the little one up to work an she'd
been a great help to me. I'll hev t.,
hev somebody in few years to put nv
close onto me, if my rumatiz keeps on:
an Lord knows it takes a power O.
money to hire-oh, dear oh, dear! she
was alters willful. Minerva was"
Little Minnie is the image of her
mother, and is the light of the Blake
cottage. and the joy. Her father is a
wanderer, now in one country and now
in another; but once every year he
kneels, with his child, by q low crave
where the sweet brier blooms, and re-
peats to her the story OF her angel
mothers little life, leaving out AZ Vet
the sorrow and pain ->oturtlov Nieht.