Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1874-04-18

and Emma rose, their demure faces
lifted to receive the goodnight kiss
But Rosie, the two and a half yeal
old baby, the dying mothers sacred
charge, wound her tiny arms about
the elder sister, and with baby-hkC
perversity hung on lisping:
''Now Susu pay, too; please, ousu
do"
The baby pleaded. And Susie
raising her eyes to ROsie's, felt moth
er. not far away, but near-very neal
and pleading through her .ehild
The sunny head was dropped again
and Susie prayed, even as Rosie hao
begged her-prayed for guidance tC
the better way. Three pairs OF httI'
pattering feet were resting-thret
rosy faces pressed the downy pillow
and Susie's evening task was done
Gently she stole away.
'I viii go to my father myself to
night; viii plead with him until ht
must Weld, " Susie said as cautiously
closing the door of the nursery, she
entered her own room.
The evening was oppressive, and
Susie's black dress became very un-
comfortable Fitting about, guided
bv the moonbeams, she sought fol
something of lighter texture. The
mourning robe was laid aside, and q
dress, white and feccy, wrapped hel
slender form. The clustering ring
lets were smoothed back, and rolled
in heavy coil high on the back OF
her head.
'eNow viii 60 down; father will
be alone at this hour, and"
She paused, raised her sweet eyes
upward, and claspiRg her hands, she
murmured.
"Mother in Heaven, plead for me p
Noiselessly she opened the door,
and glanced into the room. Her IA
ther sat with his :back toward her,
leaning on table, over which were
scattered books and papers. In his
hand he held the picture of her moth
or. She drew back little, still how
ever, standing within the door.
She dared not interrupt the sacred
privacy of the hour. The rustic of
her garments, light as it was, must
have caught his ear, for his bowed
head was raised.
''Mary, my wife, my Own!" he cried,
starting forward with extended arms.
''Thank God for granting me one
glimpse of you again.
Susie, awed and trembling, raised
her eyes to see, clothed as in life,
the same sweet, gentle face, the rip
pling hair, caught back from the
smooth, clear brow.
"Iotherv' she breathed forth.
The room was lighted only by the
moonbeams; but the vision was plain
ly seen. Another eager glance, and
Susie stole away to her own room,
and sank almost fainting into her
mothers chair. a little while, and
grown calmer, she opened her eyes to
see again, directly in front of her, the
same vision.
She started forward, stretching out
her arms, and calling softly, ''Mother." F"
nearer, she drew, until face
TO face she stood beside the large mir
ror, in front of which she had seated
herself. Unwittingly in one of her
dresses she had robed her
self, and gathered her curls in the
manner in which her mother was ac-
to.
GLOW very, very like her l am.
Yes, now 1 know; father saw me in
the mirror opposite which stood.
Well, | will not break the sweet delu-
sion, L meant it not, Heaven knows.
Oh, if mother could only come to him
in dreams, perhaps. to plead for me.
cannot desert him, I cannot; dare
not. 1 will give up neither, but cling
ing to both loved ones, will trust to
Heaven for a happy dicision. "
With this determination, she sank
20 sleep, sweet and undisturbed. Ear
" next morning, as usual, she was in
he breakfast room, ministering TO the
title ones clustering around her.
The fathers frown had lost its ac-
sternness, rs he stood re-
yarding his eldest child. A gentle, |
sympathetic light was in his eyes as
hey rested on the sweet face grown
older, much in those days of anxious
arc. How matronly she looked.
So patiently listening to, and an
,wering every wish of the little ones.
At last they were all satisfied; and
susie seeing, as she thought, her IA
her deeply Interested in the morning
paper, stole away to the trysting
place.