River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1872-11-08


face to face with her own son, that June
evening, which think she will remem-
Der through all eternity. go ~ '''''''''.
What she said cannot, tell. A w1d
storm OF reproaches, of taunts, of ev-.
erything terrible that conld issue from
coarse, fiery, passionate woman's soul,
fell over the young heads and into the
yot ,g hearts of her children f; and the
emf Of it all was that Noel Blake's cot
tag root sheltered at least one form
that night that would never pass again
over the threshold OF the new house on
the hill. f,s aat
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 new soul put on an earthly
guise, and freed soul entered into
Heaven.
Where are you, darling !" Minnie
whispered at the last 8" 1 cannot see
YOU"
And the young husband lifted the
white face to his bosom, saying: "y
Here, my pet-my poor little girl.
There lie still on my bosom, dear p
You are better now"
Better r. The low voice was sweet
as seraph's. A smile broke like sun.
light over the pallid face. "Better 2"
she repeated. eyes 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
a great many years for my sake and the
child's."
" Hush, man Don't you see she is
dying ~
The physicians voice was earnest
but tender, and he tried to take the
poor head of her whose earthly mo.
ments were numbered-trie to take it
gently from it's old, happy place, and
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 own"
Minnie Minnie |" moaned the
young father don't die ! don't leave
me Oh, my God my God /"
For moment the mans grief was
terrible to witness. Then he grew calm
and white as the dead.
They have killed you. L have killed
you ?" he said, laying his cheek on the
forehead that was already wet with the
river. spray.
No, no !" The thin white hand felt
it's way feebly up to the bent head, and
lay like marble in frame of let
you've been So kind, so true, so ten
der. Nobody meant wrong, I think.
Tell them goodbye, darling; and-and
who will take care of my child ?"
May [ be It's earthly mother 2" Mrs.
Blake asked, softly, laying her hand on
the hand of the dying. Twill you
trust me to love and guide her, as if
she were mine by right OF birth 2"
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
grew so weary ere they were Gained by
death.
She was poor thing, anyhow p
Mrs. Morley lamsnted to her husband;
ga poor thing An she gave away
that baby just to spite me-rothin'
else; an you know it. I could brung
the little one up to work an she'd
been great help to me. I'll hev t.
hev somebody in few years to put my
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
wanderer. now in one country and now
m another; but once every year he
kneels, with his child, by a low grave
where the sweet brier blooms, and re-
peats to her the story of her angel
mothers little life, leaving out as yet
the sorrow and pain -Soturd0y Night.
A FIXED FACT IN PHARMAcY.-Con-
sidering the multitude of diseases, it is
amazing that we live: In view of the