The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1874-01-01
Turning Over a New Leaf.

lis a shame!" said Mrs. Fogg, as she
hurried away, after the funeral Of Mrs.
Grant, escaping from the poor desolate
room where two children, almost babies,
we're sleeping, Unconscious that they were
mOtherlesS. ats a shame that nobody
will take them"
"Yes-a bitter shame p replied neigh.
Dor, who was also getting of as fast as
she could, so as to shit the responsibility
on some other shoulders. .r-
There's Mrs. Grove, she might take
them as we'll as not. But they'll go to the
pOor.house for all she cares" RI.
"Well, somebody'll have to answer iol
it," said Mrs. Fogg, "As for me. I've
got young ones enough OF my own"
I'VE LETT Mrs. Cole in the room. She
has only ono child, and her husband Is
well.to.do. l can't believe she'll have
the heart to turn away from them.'
She's got the heart for anything. But
we'll see"
Mrs. Cole did turn away from the sleep.
ing babies, signing aloud, with q forced
Sigh that others might hear, and give her
credit for sympathy and concern she
did not teel. ..
AT last all were gone-all but a man
named Wheaton, and poor woman, not
able to take care o! herself -. - {
What's to become OF these children ~
said Wheaton. .a. 4.t 5l.gH
Don't know. Poor.house l s'pOse,''
answered tho woman. ..
'POOr.house !"
AYES. Nobody wants 'em, and there's
10 place else for 'ein." .~.
Mamma, mamma II cried. a plaintiff
voice, and ilaxen. haired child, not much
over a year old, rose up In bed and looked
pIteously about the room.
VI want mamma" IN
A great, choaking sob came into the
mans throat.
Then the older child woke, and said,
Don't cry sissy. Dear mamma has gone
away"
terly. - -
VI can't stand this, no how" said the
man, speaking in q kind Of desperate way;
and going to the bed, he gathered the two
children in his arms, hushing and COM
iitOrl!ng them with soothing words.
What on earth have you got there p
exclaimed Mrs, Wheaton, as her husband
zane slrlding into the room, where she
was mendIug one Of his well.worn gar
ments.
Two bAbies!" he answered In voice
so unusual that Mrs. Wheaton tlroppeil
ler work on the floor and rose up in
ama2ement. 7VN
WHAT" .1riL-lla
Mira Granite two babies. I've been
over to the funeral, and l tell you, Jane,
wasn't in me to sec these two little
things carried off 10 the aims house
There was not a woman to look aItel
Aem-no not one. Every soul sneaked
on but Polly Jones, and she's Of no &C
count you know. Just look attheir dear
II!lIe acesW And he Held them up in
AlS arms, and let their tender, fearful
GaIi'irIEhtened, halIwondering eyes plead
Inelr cause with his wife, and they did
not plead in vain.
surprised, and with an instant protest
~ her heart, Mrs. Wheaton could not, In
tHe presence Of those motherless little
ones, utter a word Of remonstratice. She
LOOK the youngest one from the arms ol
ne 4sr husband, and spoke to It tenderly
Inc child soobed two or three times, ana
M Een laid Its head against her bosom
inere was an influx Of mother-loye intc
Ile heart oiSthis woman, who had never
Heen mother, tho Instant her breast feII
me pressure OF the baby's head, and I'M
arm that drew It closer with an iSvoInnS
"ty impulse was moved by This new love
Not many words passed between N,
husband and WHEAT least, moi Them ,uS
though thought was very busy with hon
o. Them. Mrs. Wheatons manner toWSri
!ne children was kind even to tendern ess
anu ms manner won their Confidence
ana Grew from them such looks and wavo
ana l!tle expressions OF satisfaction a
touched her heart, and filled Il with :
loving interest," iI.t I1gTi 80 "t' :. :
4ttsr nightall when supper I'm n 4 WA 3 n y
and ne children aaleep, M. and nd Nm Nm