The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1875-07-15

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such a splendid warrior. He would rush
ont and fight Jemima Ann every day,
making the fur fly, until sister would
implore Charley to climb over the fence
TO the field Of battle, which was Sister
Sniffen's back garden, and bring him
home, when she bound up his wounds
and talked seriously to him about his
conduct 1886
The General died on the field of bat
tie at last, for the butchers dog and
Jenima Ann set on him at once, and
poor sister sincerely mourned his loss,
while the rest of the family were very
much relieved.
One day the dear little thing ventured
herself on the battlefield. She crept
through hole in the fence and trotted
away, singing to herself this pretty little
song:
A was once an apple pie
Pi-dy, wildly, tidy, ri-dy;
Nice in-si-dy, apple pie"
It was Saturday. There was no
school, and her brothers were playing
in the yard, and oh how providential
this was, for presently they heard a
scream. Jumping up, and all crying
out together, 9 Why, that's sister! they
rushed out of the barn.
Nothing was to be seen but the gar
den, the green fields, the blue sky, and
the little birds, and the boys ran hither
and thither almost distracted. Then a
strange, gurgling, smothered sound
reached them. 1t seemed to come from
Sister Snifen's grounds. In an instant
they had jumped over the fence and
were hunting in every direction.
In one corner of the garden was 8 well,
the curb-stone of which was even with
the ground, and the water in it only
few inches below. Not board nor pro-
lection of any kind was placed over the
mouth of it, for Sister Sniffen had no
children to fall into it, and she knew
that Jemima Ann hated water worse
than she did dogs. The edge of the
curb was overgrown with high grass !;
the poor little sister, singing and dancing
through the garden, looking up at the
birds, who seemed TO be playing tag in
the air, had suddenly plunged into the
cold, cruel water.
Charley knew Of this well, and he
almost few there. He was only just in
time. One tiny hand was dimly seen
far down below the surface of the water,
slowly sinking for the last time. He
threw himself fiat on the ground, he
plunged his arm down in the water, and
he just caught the little hand. With a
desperate effort he drew her up till her
golden head rose to the surface, but he
was not strong enough to lift her out
alone, and wild cry Of "Oh, come,
come! she is drowning - brought the
other boys flying from the corners and
bushes, where they had been hunting
and calling for sister.
in themselves-they drew her out of the
well and laid her down on the grass, but
only for moment, for with wild anguish
in their hearts they said, ooh, bring
her to mother p and lifting the little in
sensible form, they hurried through
Sister SnifeR's gate into their own
house.
A little gasping moan, a sobbing sort
of Sigh, as they laid her down on the
sofa and called about for their mother,
made them burst out crying with mingled
sorrow and JOY, for she was not dead
oh no, no, she was not dead!
Dear little wee lamb ]! In few mo-
ments she opened her eyes and smiled on
her mother and brothers, who could
hardly be persuaded to leave the room
while warm dry clothes were put upon
her and when they were again admitted,
every one OF them must rub her hands
and little white feet-one apiece as they
said-and kiss her again and again and
when she was quite recovered, they knelt
4 n
| God that He had sent them to save little
| sister from death by drowning In that
dark, and now to them that awful, well.
What silent, empty house it would have
been, even with those four noisy boys,
| if her dear tiny pattering footsteps had
| been heard no more! How they loved
| her now though it had seemed, as Char
| lev said, that they had loved her with all
/ their might and main before, but now
they had "loved her. array from death. 7
Little sister writes letters to my friend
Rose, who told me this story-that is,
her mother does the writing, while sister
.stalks it. as she says The last letter
I received was just after her accident.
Here it is ". a
I AsDRAR ROs1E: I did most drowned not
quite though. I'm pity well this day. have
only two dogs. Ones ruined off. Dick sent
me a rabbit, but I 'faid it is going to die-oh
dear cause it eats the edges of the carpet.
! Charley SAYS if it eats enough it viii have fig
ures like the carpet. He's named Christofe
Clumbus. I'm irwin to be good girl, but
get tired sometimes.
1 /" Goodeby Dolyou love wabbissy* jam / do
From SISTER.
The Way to be Beautiful.
Master Frank was in brown study.
He had been taken up stairs into the