Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1877-08-18

Il am afraid your mistress will be in L
bed. | say. As we begin to rrtrace our I
steps.
Never fear sir" says Donald with :
triumphant glance Al John the mis- Il
trcss will be up and waitln' tor us. She '
kens Ladde didna bring us ont in the \
>naw tor naething.' |
I'm never say nought about believing
Il dawg again says John, gracefully '
striking his colors. You were right
and was wrong. and that's all about :
il but to think there should be such
sense in i animal passes me- :
AZ we reached the avenue gate dis
patch one OF the men for a doct"r, who .
fortunately lives within stunc's-throw /
OF us. and hurry on myself to prepare {
my wife Tor what is coming. She runs
out into the hall 10 meet ne
.Wcll2" she asks, eagerly.
We have found poor Old woman.
! say but do not know whether she
is alive or dead"
Nv wife threw her arms around me
and gave me 4 great hug.
You will tiEd dry things and aug eli
hot toddv in your dressing-room, dear,
she SAYS; and this is all the revenge
she takes on me tor my sceptlcIsm. 1he
poor old woman is carried upstairs ana
placed in Il warm bath under my wlfes
directions: and before the doctor ar
riyes She has shown some faint symp-
toms OF life; so my wife sends me word.
DR.. Bruce shakes his head when he sees |
her. Poor old SOUL" he, says; "how |
came she out on the moor on such |
fearful night? | doubt she has received
Il shock. which at her age she will not
easily get over.
| They manage, however, to force 4
| lew spooniuls OF hot brandv-and-water
down her throat and presently iaInt
color tlickcrs on her cheek. and the poor
| old evelid- begin to tremble. My w!ie
raises her head and makes her swallow
some cordial which lIr. Bruce has
| brought with him. and then lays her
| among the soft warm. pillows. Il think
| she will rally now" says Dr. hrnce. n
| her breathing becomes more audible ;tnd
regular. "N0uriShment and wa NTH
I'wii. do the rest but she has received i
shock from which, fear, she Will never
recover" and 50 saying, he takes hls
leave.
| BY and by 90 to the room a9i find
my wife watching alone by the aged
sufferer. She looks up at me with tears
in her ewes. Poor old soul she says; !;
Il am afraid She will not rally from the
. cold and exposure.
90 round to the other side oil the bed
and look down upon her. The aged iace
looks wan aud punched, aud the Scanty
gray locks which lie ON the pillow are
still wet from the snow. She IS u very
little woman is far rs can Judge OF her
y IN her recumbeut position, and should
think must have reached her allotted
threescore wears and ten. ''WhO can
she be - repeat wonderingy. "~hc
,. does not belong t" any ot the villages
'. hercabouts, or We should know her face
and | cannot imagine what could bring
- a stranger to the moor on such night.
;. As speak 4 change passes over hej
:, face. the ewes uncloSe. and she look
=, invuiringly about her. She tries t'
SPEAK. but is evidently too weak. NJ,
=. wife raises her. and gives her spoonful
v, of nourishment. while she says sooth
- inu!v Don't try to speak. You ar
: among friends and when you are bette
J" YOU shall tell US all about yourself Ii
- ,uli now and Try t" sleep
~ ~ The gray head drops back wearily o
=, the pillow and soon we have the sati:
-, faction OF hearing by the regular resp
-" ration that our patient is asleep.
.Iou must come To bed now, Jessie.
=. " say. Il shall ring for Mary. and sh
~. can sit up for the remainder OF til
,n ,n night" But my wife, who is tende
~, hearted soul and a born nurse. Will NJ
nc desert her post: so leave her watching
>. and retire to my solitary chamber
W a When we meet in the morning lin
&c that the little old woman has spoken
Jew words. and seems stronger. Con
So in with me now says my wife, ''al
/" let us try to find out who she is" W
,la find her propped into L reclining po
~, ,iIn ture with pillows, and Mary beside he
'',r feeding her.
''' How are YOU now - asks Jesssi
bending over her.
Better, much better; thank 70
w., good lady she says i'll voice whl
'"' trembles from age as well as weakne:
,1v And very grateful to you Tor 70
NY goodness
hear at once by the accent that 5
y is English Are you strong enough
o' tell us how you got lost on the mot
3o and where You came from, and whe
80 YOU were going ?n continues his wife.
t1' 10. "Ah, was gong to my lad. my po
Jus Jus lad, and now doubt l shall never 5
tno ;i.o him more" says the poor soul. with
' aH' long sigh OF WEAKNESS.
""t' Where is your lad, and how tar ha
;.,a YOU come"
u in' NV lad is a soldier at Fort Georg
~, and have come all the way from Llv
iai pool to see him, and give him his {
III" mothers blessing before he goes to
i '''" lndies.' And then, brokenly, with 10
'''' pauses of WEAKNESS and weakness,
\, little old woman tells us her pitltui sto
ol' Her lad, she tells us, is her only
~ manning child. She had SIX, and Il
81 ~ the Youngest is the only one who
: - not die OF want during the l.ancast
T'' cotton famine. He grew up fine lik
| "''' boy. the comfort and pride of his INC
l., ers heart. and the stay OF her declln
Jill wears But Il strike" threw him on
'e. work. and unable to endure the pri
:, ton and misery. in fit of desperat
-, o''' he listed" His regiment was qr
wv tered at Fort George. and he WI
I" - regularly to his mother, his letters {
WY tinr more cheerful and hopeful eV
t,c day, until suddenly he wrote to say
'"'' his regiment was ordered to India,
our begging her to send him her bleSsl
Sc' as h,. had not enough money to c"
'A"s him to Liverpool to see her The a
mother, widowed anu cnlluIeSS, save
even this one remaining boy, felt that
stout must look on his face once more be
-, she died She begged from
u 'i'e ladies', whose kindness had kept
~! from the workhouse. sufficient me
'"''7 TO carry her by tram to Glasgow
Il W. from thence she had made her way.
J." - on foot now begging 4 lit in a pas
r. cart or wagon. to within :, tew mIl'
Sn ~ Fort-George, when she was rangI
et"ri the snow-storm; and wandering
'a'V' the road. would have perished IN
sal suow-but for I.adde.
,,,,,i,, NY wife is in tears, and Mary is
! .,.. bing audbIy as the little old VIC
= i ,an. concludes her simple and touc
,ai story; and | walk to the window
snnu, look ont for Il moment. before l am
,,,rI to ask he what her sons name Is.
t' tell her that we are but 4 few miles
altar Fort George, and that | will sen
WAN, him, Il smile of extreme content
- rns, miles the withcred face. His ma
~, ,, John S,lter." she says; he is :; tall,
a,r, some lad they will know him b.
Is it | hasten down stairs and write
We note to Colonel Freeman. whom |
wra, intimately, informing him of the Gil
, with stances. and begging that he will
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