Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1878-12-16

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Don't cry, please" And the little hand
wiped the tears from the wachman s
eyes. 1.-THE water won't ketch 'em,
Father; fer I rang the BELL" Then
the weak voice faltered a moment and
twinge of pain crossed the child's fea-
lures. "How it roared Did ye hear
it? Oh! | remember now | saw Man,
ma; an she opened her arms an called
me an asked fer you. l remember it
all nowl' And Jim's face frightened
with the recollection of his angel moth
er's smile. "Yes," he continued, more
excitedly, 'she wanted ye, Father. She
said ye were comm. comm. Oh Faith
er, if we could only go now !"
The last words were exultant but
followed by a sudden change in the
pallid face and the lips ceased to move.
The end was near. But at this moment
the morning sun burst from the clouds
and sent one long, bright ray down
through the bare and leafess trees, to
rest upon the child's soft brown hair,
turning it to motion gold. The little
eyes reopened with new. glad light in
them, and the small hand was outstretch-
ed toward the beautiful messenger.
''See See, Father!" he cried. half
rising "See There's Mamma, waving
her hand fer US! Fer both O. us! An
the pathway is all smooth an covered
with gold right up to the gate o Heav-
en- Oh !! see, Father She wants US
you an me togetherl We are comm ,
Mamma, comm ! Father an me are
comm T. And the sweet voice faltered,
broke. and ceased the tired hand fell /;
the bright eyes closed little Jim was
dead.
And as the old watchman reverently
laid the bruised body down, he said
with Gods help, Father will come,
little Jim !''-NesO York independent.
AN OLD MANS MELANCHOLY.
We were impressed not long since
with brief experience of a good old
man who was slightly intoxicated for
one night only, as related by himself.
81 went home angry and ashamed he
said, ''and half gone with horror in an-
ticipation of what my wife Sarah would
say. | took of my shoes and hung
them on gatepost in the excess of my
caution and timldity. | got into the
house with marvellous dexterity, and
into the bedroom without making the
slightest noise. Sarah always slept il
front. Tho foot-board was unusually
high, and | was never much of gym.
mast, but my success thus far had i'm.
pressed me so that was equal to almost
anything"
His sadness was such that his hearers
were sad, too, and one young person
was so much agitated at his long pause
and his deep sighs that he burst forth
81 see how it is; you probably fell ane
broke your neck"
"No my young friend" replied the
old man, .'It wasn't that l climbed
the footboard slowly, painfully, and witt
the utmost caution and secrecy. Yot
have heard. perhaps. how excessively
noisy and threatening every noise is il
the stiffness of a dark night, particular
ly when you are trying to keep still
yourself, and occasionally strainiIg your
ears in fear of some sound that is never
theless expected and pretty sure to come
That was what allied me. My hear
beat like drum, and the clock in th,
room ticked as if it would have liked tt
arouse the entire neighborhood. [ 60
safely down into that bed and unde
the clothes. I laughed to myself til
the bed shook. My fear had giyel
place to an unnatural hilarity. I grin
ned and chuckled and was exceedingl,
absurd. / can never think of that tim'
without shuddering and wishing tina
somebody would hand me spong
wherewith to wipe it out. 1t struck m
suddenly that Sarah was unnaturall.
still. ] put my hand over to her sid
of the bed and, merciful heavens p
WAS she dead q inquired the youn
person, his jaw falling and his eye
standing out with anxiety.
'.No, young feller,' replied the goo'
old man, "she was not there. She hat
gone to neighbor's to pass the night
and, insufferable idiot that l was
had forgotten all about 1t.
He bowed his head in his tremblin
hands, and the tears trickled throug
his fingers, and ran down his long gra
eard.-Bufalo Er.
IMPORTANCE OF A CLEAN SKIM
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