The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1873-07-12

that threatened to fall in or out at any
moment. My guide walked straight to
the door 'and beckoned me to follow
We entered the shelter, and as gazed
reeled against the rickety door frame A
rusty stove, pile of straw and rags, be-
side them cup with spoon frozen in IL
drop of milk. On the straw lay young
woman, her soft brown hair floating in
waves over neck and brow, while pressed
close against the cold breast lay baby.
both frozen to death
my God thou knowest the cause of
this" was the first thought that seized my
mind
look there" said the man. | drew
nearer.
DID the angels ween at the sight |
grew sick and faint. The strong spoken
man at my side trembed at the sight, and
great tears from the pen.u fountains of
years rolled down his weather beaten
cheeks.
Clearer than the pearls in your bair,
fair one, was the pearl | saw in that old
shed. The baby's head was pillowed on
the motner's arm, its little fingers clasped
IN the palms OF its hands, SO thin and
white. But upon its cheek was frozen
tear drop.
"Tell me-" | cried, "who has done
this ?n
"The husband of the woman, tho father
of the babe" said the man.
"Six years ago Harry Osburn was the
smarlest young man in Wonder town.
pointing to a village on the opposite shore
from where | had stopped. I" lie married
little schoolmarm, and they seemed TO
get along well fora year or two Then
larry commemorate drink--first at pleas.
ure parties, then at the tavern, then any
where he could get liquor. They moved
into cheaper houses, one after another,
until, reduced to nothing, he came to this
island Il few weeks ago. Me and my wife
came down and tried to get them up to the
house. .but he would not hear to 1t The
poor, young thing there smiled ike an
angel when she said to Us, The winter
will not last long,"
ebay before yesterday the man went
over there for some food, and he has not
come back yet"
What u coming back was this
Last night was coming down in u
sleigh to take them home where it was
warm" and pointing toward the bed,
that was all foundn
| returned to Mr. Iubbard's house, for
that was the mans name. He, with 9th
ers went to the grave of pine trees, and
prepared the last resting place of the
young departed ones. At dinner he told
me Mr.. Osborne had returned with IL bas-
ket of food, completely sober9d by the re.
suit of his neglect
small company gathered in Mr..
| Hubbard's front room. On the table
covered with a white cloth, rested the
narrow house with its precious inmates
Harry Osburn sat with one hand grasping
the table, the other covered his face.
read and prayed. The man never moved
but when it was time to go to the wild
wood grave, his forced composure gave
way, ami sobS and groans such as lost
spirits mig hit wall forth came from those
blanched lips,Can | ever forget that mans
anguish as he gazed on his young wife,
Ease and the baby's curly head.
That night | stayed at Mr.. iIubbard's
| house trying to calm Harry Osl orne, for
feared his reason would leave him.
The morning sun rose clar and bright
| returned to D, and found the train
would leave at noon. With u sad heart
| left the place, never to forget It's bitter
experience. Harry Osborne has not tasted
| liquor since that day. No smile has ever
Int up his face. But to the unfortunate Lis
hand IS reached out and some are saved
his life long sorrow.