The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1875-10-30
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reliance came into her face. She held the
child closer, and commenced low, Groom
ing lullaby.
The fisherman rose and went out, beck
oning to his wife.
"Mother," he said, "I've notion it's
Gods work for heichild-leastways, l can't
gainsay her"
Months were counted into years, and
there was none to interfere with Anita's
strange adoption. The boy-''rescued"
was the odd, oldfashioned name she gave
him-developed into wonderful beauty.
Anita seemed to have no life but in him; at
homo and among the neghbors she
came to be known only as "Moth-
er Anita" or "The Little Mother
So proud of him she was From the first
she seemed to have accepted it as quiet
certainty that he was fashioned of finer
material. and for higher sort of life, than
she had known. She was never quite con-
tent without him at her side. How much
she suffered as he grew old enough to be
taken sometimes with her father and broth
ers in the boat, was limited by the red glow
IN her cheeks, and the restlessness of every
look and motion, till she him safely back
again.
City people, who began to find the little
| village pleasant for a summers fishing and
bathing, were quick to make friends with
the deformed girl whose spiritual face, ra-
dant with love for her beautiful young
charge, attracted them like some rare pic
ture. Many offered her gifts of money,
which she declined with gentle gratitude,
asking for books instcad-always adding.
apologetically, ''to teach him, You know"
| SO it happened that various library ac-
cumulated by degrees in her little cham
Der. AS she read and studied, gimpses of
a new world opened before her, but as the
little that she learned only limited at what
she could never know, the sad conviction
forced itself upon her that she could, after
all never be her boys teacher.
| The great " rench of her life came when
Rescued was twelve years old Judge
Thorne, with his wife and little daughter,
came down to the sea shore, their hearts
sore for the recent loss of their only son.
The strong resemblance of Rescued to her
| dead child quite overcame Mrs. ThOrne,
as she CHANGED to see him, for the first
time, playing on the beach and when his
strange history was told her she begged
her husband to take him for their own.
When Judge Thorne preferred his re-
quest to old John Grey, he shook his head
"Not but 'twould be the maxim of the
boy, Judge Thorne, but you see my darter
why the little mother'd grieve to death
if Rescued should be took away"
But as the Judge still urged, he said at
last, ''theres no use talkin'; but if you'd
like to hear what she'd say herself, III call
her in, for there she comes !"
Anita came in, and Judge Thorne stood
half abashed before the quiet dignity which
comported SO i'll with the small, deformed
figure. Having once heard Anita speak,
one must respect too much to pity her.
Unconsciously he dropped the manner with
which he had spoken to her father, and in
q few broken, heartfelt sentences, plead his
doubtful cause.
Anita grew deadly pale, and her finger
tips, resting on a table beside her, were
white with pressure, but otherwise she
seemed calm and quiet, never once taking
her eyes from Judge Thorne's face, reading
him through and through.
81 will answer you tomorrow" she said,
when he had done then she turned away
fierce conflict she waged there with her own
heart we can never know, but her unset
fish love conquered at last. a ~
With the autumn the little Rescued went
to his new home.
"You shall come to us often, Anita,
Mrs. Thorne hsd said, but the quiet an
swer was, mo Mrs. Thorne, it is not best
it would be all the harder to leave him
again, and my place is here"
The ltts mothers face grew somewhat
paler and thinner but there was no other
outward change, except that the wealth of
care and tenderness which she had lavished
for years upon the one beloved object, was
distributed now, to bless and cheer the
many. ,fa.U ag'.
: 1t was she who gathered the little child
rem of the village together into a school,
. which she taught, not so much from text
books, as from shells and stones and flow
ers, planting in their young hearts that seed
: of love for God, and all that He has made,
which would spring up by-and-by in n
: plentiful harvest of faith and right living.
, 1t was she who read the Bible to the old
> who smoothed the pillow of the sick who
! wept with the widow and the orphan
whose sweet voice put in words the last
prayer of the dying
, She herself sickened at last, wasting
slowly, but surely.
: 81 don't think we'd ever rightly known
r how much she suffered all her life" old
John Grey said to me as we sat together in
G the church door one Sabbath afternoon af-
ter service, looking toward the grave yard,
!, whose simple stones were shining in the
: prophetic glory of sunset. ''She was SO
e CHEEKY and patient-like, never talkin' OF
e herself. 1t was so to the last. There was
8 only one thing she longed for after she felt
d that she couldd't live, and that was to see
s the boy again. She hadn't seen him for six
h year. for the Thornes had been in England
4. tor that long. AS she got weaker she
d mourned the more. oh ! want to be
# willH' she used to say but if it could be
s Gods will TO let me see him once more !.
i "There was heavy storm the night she
o died. The wind howled around the old
C house, and we could skerce hear one anoth-
err speak for the noise of the sea. | never
fl can forgit how she looked as she lay there
e a-listenin', with her white face and her
eyes so big and bright All at once she
It spoke "It's eighteen years ago tonight,
s says she, sin just such a storm as this, that
d God sent my boy" and while the words
was in her mouth heard a noise of wheels
!" outdoors, and a stamping on the steps, and
d the kitchen-door opened, and he come in
i man grown and tall and stout-a likelier
h lookin' lad never laid my eyes on, but the
If same Rescued, after all
"How is she /? he whispered 1--WE land
e ed last week, aud it's only yesterday heart
n through Jacob Thompson that she wal
l. sick"
.; ~ held up my finger for him to speak
l. lower, but IL was no use-she'd heard him
n and she started up in he'd, with her lip,
n apart and her eyes on the door. l beck
IT oned to him then, and he come In. "Oh
J. little mother p he Just sobbed, and she pu
her two arms around his neck, without
}" word, and he laid her down gently. Oh
or Sir, you never saw such face You know
,r how the Good Book says they saw Ste
D, phen's-well, hers was like that.
re 'Somehow words didn't mean mucl
he then, and we all kept still. He sat by he
and held her hand till near midnight thel
IN a change come over her, Her eyes had al
n odd look, and we could see she wasn't witt
us any more, All at once she raised NJ
~ "Hc's wakin' up: she said, 'the preclou
lamb !! and then she begun to sway hersel
W back and forth, and to sing the little son
&c she used to rock him to sleep with
~ "Sleep little one, like a lamb In the fold.
10 smut from the tempest, sAfe from the cold,
AlAl.n nm d Ia sIar In no oil.