Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes Co., O. [Ohio]) 1870-1895, 1874-04-30

y The sin, and the shame, and the sorrow,
The crime, and want and woe,
ii That Is born there in your rum-shop,
No hand can paint, you know;
IN But ~ paint you . sign, rum. seller,
And many shall pause to view
This wonderful swinging sign board.
-CArisfian Advocate.
Turning a NewLea1
, "It's q shamer' said Mrs. Fogg, a
she hurried away, after the funeral Q
Mrs. Grant, escaping from the poei
desolate room. It's a shame that no
body'll take them"
5 "Yes-a bitter shame!" replied
y neighbor; SO as to shift the reponsibill
ty on some other shoulders.
: "There's Mrs. Groves, she might TAX
them as well as not. But they'll go tt
the poor house for all she cares"
"Well somebody'll have to answer fol
it." said Mrs. Fogg. As for me T've goI
young ones enough of my own.'
ave left Mrs. Cole in the room. She
t has only one child, and her husband Is
well to do. 1 can't believe she'll have
the heart to turn away from them"
"She's got the heart to do anything.
But Well see."
Mrs. Cole did turn away from the
sleeping babes, signing aloud, with a
forced sigh that others might hear, and
give her credit for sympathy and con-
Germ she did net feel.
At last all were gone-all but man
named Wheaton, and 3 poor woman
not able to take care of herself.
"What is to become of these chill
dren?" said Wheaton.
"Don't know. Poor house s'psse,"
answered the woman.
"Poor house?"
eyes. Nobody wants 'em and there's
no place for 'em.''
Mammal cried a plaintive voice,
and a faxen-haired child, not much
over a year old, rose up In bed, and
looked piteously over the room.
81 want mamma"
A great choking sob came into the
mans throat.
When the other child aweke and said
"Don't cry sissy. Mammals gone
away.
At this the little one began crying
bitterly.
~ can't stand this nohow,' said the
man, speaking in kind of a desperate
way; and going to the bed he gathered
the two children in his arms hushing
them with soothing words.
"What on earth have yeu got there ?"
exclaimed Mrs. Wheaton, as her hus-
band came striding into the room,
where she sat mending one of his we'll
worn garments.
"Two babies!" he answered, i'm
voice so unusual that Mrs. Wheaton
dropped her work on the floor, and rose
up in amazement.
"What?"
"Mrs. Grants two babies. I've been
over to the funeral; land I tell you,
Jane, it wasn't in me to see these little
things carried off to the almshouse.
There wasn't woman to look after
them-no not one. Every soul sneak
ed off but Polly Jones, and she's of no
account, you know. just look at their
dear little faces!" and he held them UP
in his arms, and let their tender, tear
full, half-wandering eyes plead their
cause with his wife, and they did not
plead in vain.
Surprised she was, and with an in
slant protest in her heart, Mrs. Wheaton
could not in the presence Of these moth
erless little ones utter word of re-
monstrance. She took the youngest
one from the arms of her husband, and
spoke to 1t tenderly. The child sobbed
two or three times, and then laid its
head against her bosom. There was
an influx of mother-lovs into the heart
Of this woman, who had never been a
mother, the instantIherEbreast felt the
pressure Of the baby's head, and the
arm that drew 1t closer, with an invol-
untary impulse, was moved by this
new love. Net many words passed be-
tween the husband and wife-at least
not then, though thought was very busy
with both of them. Mrs. Wheaton's
manner toward the children was kind
even to tenderness, and this manner
won their confidence, and drew from
them such looks and ways and little
expressions of satifaction as touched the
heart, and filled 1t with a loving inter-
est.
After nightfall, when supper was ov-
er, and the children asleep, Mr.. and
Mrs. Wheaton sat down together, each
showing little reserve and embarass-
ment. Mrs Wheaton was the first to
speak.
"What were you thinking about,
John?" said she almost sharply. 81
can't have those children"
Wheaton did not lift his eyes, nor an
swer, but there was a certain dogged
and resolute air about him that his
wife noticed was about him as unusu-
al.
"Somebody else must take them, she
said.
"The county will do:it," Wheaton re-
piled.
"The county?r-
"Yes. There's is room for them at tho
almshouse, and no where else that l
know Of, unless they stay here"
"Unless they stay here?" Mrs. Whea-
toms voice rose little. "It's easy
enough to say that-but who's to take
care of them?"
cts great undertaking, l know"
answered the husband, meekly, yet
with new quality in his voice that
did not escape his the ear of his wife,
sand the burden must fall on you."
81 wouldn't mind chat so much,
butt