Delaware state journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1870-1883, 1873-03-22

Mr.. Havermash could bear II no longer.
He took Old Mother Goose by the sleeve,
hurrVing up, sayings "come, come |"
f'The woman isi drunk, Miss Thamre.
She shall not be allowed to insult you any
more like this. 10 The kindness of your
heart, you make a mistake, think,lf you
will pardon me. See she is quite beside
herself Something is dueto the audience.
This disturbance should not continue.
Come, Peg, come"
But Thamre shook her head. She had
grown now deadly pale-at least, so Joe
thought, letting go the woman's arm, bis
own face changing color sharply, the
baton in bis fat, white gloved hand begin
| ming TO shake.
s1f you please, Mr.. Hayermrsb, l should
like to know-the people will pardon me a
moment, am sure-I should like to know
If this poor old creature has anything
more to say"
aNothing more, "said Old Mother Goose,
shaking her gray head, "but this, maybe,
Nelly dear. says to myself, when sits
and hears you singipg-I says, when you
sang them words II God be for me, my
| girl won't be against me My girl can't
be against me l'-over and over with the
music, Nelly, so I did If God be for me,
how can my girl be against me 2"
| II was said that when Helene Thamre
stretched down erlily-guarded hand, and,
lifting the lean, uncleanly fingers Of Old
Mother Goose, pressed them, after a mo-
ment's thought, gently and slowly 70 her
heart, she heard the sudden break Of sobs
In the breathless house and, pausing to
listen to the sonnd, flushed flfully like a
child surprised, and smiled.
| tfIadiea and doentlempn,,-herQ great ewes
stabbed the audience through and through,
she lifted the old womap's hand, that all
might see-"I am sorry that your enter.
tainment should be disturbed. If you will
srciss me, will leave you now, and take
my mother home"
Home Z What home was there for Ole
Mother Goose and her outeast child In
Thamre's hotel parolrs, on that or any
other night What home was there fol
Thamre In the God-forsaken cellar whene'
the woman of the town had crawled Ap
parently, the lady had not thought Of this
Joe found her standing serenely as al
angel when he came into the sitting littl'
green room. still smiling. She had but
I toned her silver furs about the old wo
, mans shrunken throat.
"This will be warmer than your shawl
Mother, don't you see Z" he heard he
/ say. 1.-THE boys shall never bother yol
in this, poor old Mother There !"
Z Mrs. Havermash came with her hus
J band. The Boston opera-cloak was il
] disorder; her Tose-colored gloves we're we
! and spotted.
e ssMiss Thamre," said Joe, "may msk
r you acquainted with my wife We woul
not urge upon you again the acceptance Q
s a hospitality which has been already 6
p decidedly refused but perhaps, consider
o ing the state of your mothers health, W
G can make you more comfortable now
r our home than YOU can elsewhere.
S you will do Mrs. Havermash and myse
i the favor to return with us-and her
our own carriage tonight"
Il Joe's grandfather, as has been said, col
e bled shoes in a wooden shop; and eve
s Mrs. Joe to-day will drink with her spoo
e in her tea.cup, you Will notice II yc
l. chance to sit beside her at supper. b
show me bluer blood, if IL please you, tbs
4, shall flow in the veins of him and his
r. preserve the existence and the memory
ls this most cultivated instinct and mo
IN knightly deed.
Of All the world knows how Thamre su
or denly aud mysteriously disappeared a ye
he ago from public and professional III
er All the world has mourned, wondere
er gossiped, caught at the wings Of rumol
is lost them, and so mourned again at VI
er event.
be All the world does not know with VIII
! a curious development Of pride in and 10
n atty to the personality of little Nell M
er Tiers, Havermash has struggled,
struggle has become useless, To enforc'
reticence upon the subject OF Thamr
Ter movements and their motives.
on To few friends, familiar with her 7
he vate history for the past year, its resu
ill have seemed to crown it's cost, thiI
ef. At least, she herself, having proved tn
ira so has contrived 10 radiate upon us
ne light Of her own content.
Dg eYou do not know the life" she said
VS.. the outset, shaking her beautiful, det
tut mined head, elf you would ask me TO
he turn to it while my mother lives. EN
he nv name will not bear the scorch of he
lth The world is so hard on women DO
Id, urge me. Let me take my way. Perh'
lld God and together can make her poor
hand as white as yours or mine before
dies"
Perhaps they did. 1t is known t
mt when Old Mother Goose lay dying In
vas daughters quiet honse in Havermash,
for frosty night, not many weeks ago, and
ter she had fallen, as they thought,
her speech OF reeoBhltion' eno sts 80
its upon her pillow, and stretching out
ned stained sad hands, said slowly;
her "Nell why Nell ~ 10 Nniie iis Vns'S NJ u
the II my glri was ioI me neh e0"'" ii'
len against me do you thinkl"
.int And further it is only known
bis Thamre will sing this season in the
Tia. torio of the "Messiah" On Christmas
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