The daily gazette., 1877-01-26

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wrapping him in her shawl, she bore
him to her own apartment. A few
hours under her skillful management
made her little patient so much bet-
ter that his laugh rang out strangely
in the sad home; but the widow, re.
duced by penury and disease, contrac-
ted the disorder, and, Notwithstanding
the effort OF her assiduous nurse Brid-
get, two days placed her beyond the
reach of earthly suffering. t..i .a
Bridget sat by the corpse of the mo-
ther, and secretly vowed she would
share her last penny with the helpless
orphan. while her kipd-hearted part
ner replied to her beseeching look
eyes, darling the little crather
shall share with our own jamie, an
the saints will send bread" H
Their charitable calculations were,
however, soon interrupted by the ar
rival of the dreaded day of eiectment.
"Niver mind, Terence, darling"
said the wife, as rude hands were laid
on her small stock of household COM
forts conveying them rapidly to the
curbstone, while the young Irishmap,
with flashing eyes, beheld the roof
taken fiom the heads of his dear ones.
"Niver mind, we'll find pity O. til e
angels, if man is harder nor stone"
Does Terence Donavon live here ?'
demanded gentlemanly stranger, as the
little group emerged upon the sidewalk.
mo, sir, he lives nowhere; but that
is me name, said Donavon.
well my man, l come to bring you
good news; and just in time, 1 think.
Stnn aVrf hat /
if you please" he said addressing those
who were emptying the little domicile,
MIR. Donavon, l came to tell you your
wife has drawn the fine picture at the
fair to-day, and to offer you, on behalf of
a friend, fifteen hundred dollars for the
prize"
Bridget fell on her knees beside the
ruins o her home, and sobbed aloud
Terence, lifting his cap stood with his
eyes raised to Heaven.
Whats that ?" said the agent, blush
ing. "What dye say Mr.. .Donavon, I'll
run these things back in no time. You
are welcome to the tenement
:, You've done yonr worst, sir, an I'll jist
thank you to leave" said the Irishman,
handing note which the stranger Of
fered to him. "No, sir 8. he said, turn
ing. to the stranger "Pil not sell the
luck. It's hers, an we'll just do wild IL
it as she says"
'Thin,' said Bridget, 'lave it in the
church till the saints give us house to
put it in.''
"In that case,' said the stranger, !
hope you will engage in my store-un-
less otherwise provided for, and think
times will mend"
Over the high altar in the church Of
Our Lady in-hung the beautiful Ma
donna and proud and happy were the
humble pair as they kneeled below.
Prosperity now seemed to shine upon
the Donavons. Rapidly he rose in favor
with his employer and from time tp
time his wages were increased, while
Bridget's prudent management soon filed
their homes with comforts.
Little Willie was quite convalescent, and
the spring days found the happy group
sitting at their door, when a letter was
put into the hand of the young Irish
man.
WHAT is it Terrence ?" said Bridget, as
she saw the changing color in her hus-
bands cheek.
It's land that's left to Willie, in the
ould counthry, and to me as his best
friend ; enough to make ye an the little
ones comfortable for life ? he said,-
"An' now it's the picture it's the picture
it's come of. Yer just me guardian angel
Bridget. an yer swate face has been the
the making O me p
Thin I'll tell ye what, Terence. It's
the saints that made us house Just
build one end beautiful, like church,
an there we'll put the picture an make
me nice kitchen an garden honny,
an bit place where the orphan and
widow may still bide wild us p
few months saw, on the hillside Of
one Of the lovliest villages of New Eng
bddn add by SRS Se & he eotas snd rsa 5:D1ad Ma
richly-stained window, in contrast
with the modest, unpretending style Of
the rest of the habitation.
"And here" cried Bridget, as she
clasped the orphan to her heart, eve
will find resting place for Madonna"