Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1878-05-03
A CHILD'S DEATH.BEp.
4 Pathetic Story of the Dying Visions Of
Little Deaf Mute.
st, Louis journal, April il.

ycraclty il undouhtcd; Some four years
ago, Carrie Wilson, an interesting little
girl, aged about ten years, after pro-
tmctca illness. died nj the residence Of
| her parents, No. l,02l North Fourth
street From the day she entered this
4 care laden world her troubles began, for
4 she WAS born deaf mute, Her parents
were very poor people, able only by the
StrietcSt economy to shin through
1 from one YEAR tn another, and the little
one, whose organs III both hearing and
speech had been stricken 10y the Divine
hand, was lookcdupon Ms II something
human, of course, but nothing more
Y than i little hit ofhudily ills, who would
always, III her holpleSsncSS have 10 he
provided for. A few years ago her
father died, and her mother found il
/ douhly hard to support n large family
o( small children, About this time
Mrs. Ann Bailey, agreat hearted Chris
tian woman, residing AZ No. 2,1OS Chou
tcau avenue, became acquainted with
] Mrs. Wilson's circumstances. and hay
ing tender spot III her heart for the
\ little unfortunate for shc also had
deaf daughter, concluded to adopt little
4 Carrie. Mrs. Wilson was not avcrsc,
and after 4 few week. Sojourn in Mrs.
/ Bailey'S family, Carrie was sent to Ful-
ton, Mo, To he educated under the su-
pcrvision Ut Mr., and Mrs futile. She
spout two wears there acquiring know
ledge with Il degree Of rapidlty astonsh-
ing for enc of her tender years, hut her
health, always poor, failed entirely, and
She wls brought back 10 st. Louis e.
4 die.
Mrs. Wilson had, III the meanwhile,
married again, and hcing III better cir
rumstauccs than when Mrs Bailey
Ndonted Carrie, requested that she
4 should Inc once more placed under her
care The days went hy, and the little
I innocent creature grew weaker and
weaker, for consumption never rolaNes
is grasp from King or clod, Princess or
4 peasant. One forenoon Mrs, Bailey md
her daughter Matte recciveda message
stating that Carrie was dying, and that
she asked for them continually, and
half mn hour later they nj the bed
side where the largo sparkling eyes
were taking on happier expression.
Through her feeble signs sho COM
muncatcd the wish to he loft alone
with her henc(actor, and when her
relatives Ind left tho chamber she 70.
lated tho following story through her
own peculiar language:
At $ O'Clock that morning She was NIL
alone IN the little room, her mother
having rcadiusted the pillows and gone
into another part of the building to Mt.
tend 60 her household duties, md on
looking up, she sRw her dead father
standing over her She was not fright
cncd, for he seemed SO kind and good,
and his face WAS Just like the portrait
She had SO often looked 1T for hours ut
n time in Mrs, Bailey's drawing room
the portrait Of Christ nj the well Of
Samarn. " He seemed pleased and
happy" her little fingers said, land,
bonding his head down by the side of
my ear, he whispered and heard just
~ plain rs my person could hear,
Carrie, my poor little afflicted lamb,
YOU will soon have no more trouble for
will take you TO Jesus IN exactly four
hours. Even MS ho said that, Mrs.
Bailey, our clock in the other room
that can see when the door Is open
and il was open then, for mamma had
lclt il Tint way so il wanted anything
could tap ON the headboard, and she
would hear it, indicated Just x. Only
four hours more, Carrie, he snid and \
heard it 80 plainly too, and then taking
my flcc between his hands that were
so light and soft and not bit like they
used to hc when he was on earth before,
he kissed me such long kiss, and left
me-
The little hands lay quite still for IL
minute or more, apparently tired ont,
said Mrs. Bailey, and then they sig.
nailed.
g began to feel easier then; this
pain in here lpointing to her heart left
mo NIL ut once, and ! thought could
get up and play like ] used to do before
got sick oh, ! know papa will come,
for he was SO earnest and hencver told
me but one story, and that was about
Santa Claus, and IL wasn't II very big
story. Don't you think he will, Mrs.
Bailey? Ola I"
The little hands ceased their rapid
manipulations, said Mrs. Bailey, with Il
voice choking with emotion, tho eyes
lclU i. inc ana tlfHcd upward quickly,
with Il half smile, the feeble hands were
raised half above her head, she gave
nutter like that of u wounded bird, and
then nestled down quito still
The tired tortured spirit that had
never known ono moment Of malloycd
happiness on this earth, had gone out
and on its way 70 the better land.
left the bedside, walked TO the door,
opened il, and lifted my eyes TO the
clock. The minute-hand was just pass
ing over the hour-hand that told II
o'clock