Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1878-06-22
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The following story is founded on fact
Several wears go we buried our secont
child. 4 darling boy of seven and bal
wears. Ihave nothing to say of our ag
ony i'm the long months that followed (al
bereaved mothers know of the dreary
aching days when we walk as if in q
dream and feel that no sunlight will evel
cross our paths again), but wish to relate
an incident which occurred while my
heart was crushed with sorrow.
had been sen. for to watch loved
loving and beautiful child breathe her
last. shall never forget the impressive
scene-the anyuished father and mother
sympathizing friends watching the,,sweet
young life 90 out. The child was one OF
winning Character, one whom 10 see was
to love, and her beauty was seen and ac-
kuowiedyed far and near. Her hair
<and this is not brain-picturing, but
drawn from lite) was abundant, glossy,
and of the richest golden hue ever saw.
Auburn IL was called, but that word
hardly did justice to iier 0ronzy-golden
ringlets. Her complexion was the most
delicate. Wholesome bloule, her eyes
lovely blue and her loving little mouth
always greeted with a smile. y the
precious little darling, how hard ir was
to see her fade, fade from our loving
view.
A few moments after the sweet mouth
grew still in death and the long gcideii
1ashes swept the dimpled cheeks. went
out to comfort the mother, or rather 10
endeavor to. found her or her knees
in agony. could not say mach only
put nay arm around her aud said: ''Poor
mother, poor m0therl wish 4 could
help you, but CAT only pity aud sym
pathize with you" For answer she turG-
cd ard wrung her bands, saying: oh
nv child, my precious litlle---! how
gladly would sec you buried ia the cold
ground If your father would reform -
And then, turning TO me, she added :
You know the agony of losing loved
child, tut this terrible grief OF having I,
husband addicted to drinking is worse
oh /. SO much worse. Ii this death eau be
Gods method OF opening my husbandrs
eyes, can thank Hun now tor 1t; yes,
even rejoice"
l realized then as never before the
horrors of intoxicatien. had bceu CROP
ing in dreariuess aad had felt tlIat no
sorrow could possibly exceed milne be-
cause God had thought best to transplant
one of my loved children, while this poor
mother could even be glad that her
bright darling WAS gone il she could on
ly becAoR father 10 come ap too; and
trust he is on the way now, tor iJs seems
SO often that the dear little feet which
have climbed the golden stair" have left
heavens gate ajar tor fitber or mother.
Ii was early poruing- Sott and bright
RAYS OF winter sunshine giaaeed into a
clear window of small barn-liSe tene-
meat on Bond street. All WAS ht,shed
and still Within, although peace had not
taken up her abode there. A beautiful
and only child was dying. The lutte
white teeth cei,id be Seen through the
partiaIly-elOsrd lips, and the little hands
rlasped on the old cOverlet were like
bird claws i'm their rhinness. Few ever
enter this dwelling OF pauperism. aa,l
ouiy q brOkeii-lacafied mother kept cease
less vigil la this desoiste teteInrut while
a loved child was jouruey;ug toward the
dark valley. No pen could picture this
mothers sorrow as She. fully realizing
that her child WAS passing away, listened
for f0Oistep,
As she'd often dene before.
w Hing fe n staggering man
To stumble thrJu< b the door,
20. my Father, my Father ~ burst
forth from her ACCOUNTING soul; not a
verbal cry. bat au inward beseeching fol-
help. ana rs though tlse Om,iip0tent WAS
waitinw for this appeal A broad beam
of sunshine. AS if in aus wer. entered heI
abode and smiled upon her dariiug's feel
al. I..,r md
smiled. The mothers eyes filled with
tears.
"Aud there shall be no tears i'm heaven.
maml dear" you'll soon come there
mama.
And there shall be no night there
and they shall need no candle, neither
light of the sun tor the Lord God giyett
them light AMI they shal, rcigu forever
aud ever" said the mother.
..And, mama-1end your head low sc
no one can hear-l'm goiug up the gold
Gu stair. and will beg God TO let you
come soou, and then. Iaama, dear. papa
will never hurt you again: and guess
the lines will go out OF your face. mama,
and the smiles come back to your eyes
and mouth.and you'll look like The beau
tiful picture in the blue velvet case.
UaJlnd. L WlSn 0OQ NOdiO ACt yOd
now" tt
The mother could not answer; she only
sobbed in agony.
kiss me. mama; I'm so sleepy can
not keep my eyes open. Be ready, mama
for 1 know God will answer mY praye,
and bring You up TO HIM." And The
child closed her eyes, and the little feet
had indeed gone climbing ur the golden
stair.
The mother tried to pray but convul-
size sobbing, wrung out of an aching,
ovsrburdened heart. revealing agony un.
utterable was ALL that siic WIS equal to
Blu. the tender and pitiful Father took
the burden OF sigh for prayer. and Ht
was very near this child OF His ia hel
griet Her face was still fair aud intense.
interesting. though the burrows in hel
high forehead aud the deep lines about
the grim mouth told its own heartbreak
ing story.
Harold Eckhart had been kicked ou,
Of low saloon the very evening his
only child was dying; kicked out moi
because he was intoxicated or disorder
IL, hut because his last cent was gone
In his condition he could net possibly
get home, SO he staggered back OF the sd.
loon ia an alley and fell down among
some I'D barrels, where he fell asleep ano
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