Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1879-10-08

WIN thNhii iN ppyp"" WV ''N'' WV
could gain no tldlngs Of tho child
And oil our after efforts were equally
unsuccessful, We offered rewards,
and instituted every means OF inquiry
but 10 VAN, Little Pearl was gone
had no baby
There was ample time for leisure
then no peevish cries, no little baby
wants TO occupy me but l. who
had hated labor, flew 10 II now ~ my
sole refuge and comfort The only
ease that | found was In constant
action. Ny husband worked 100
but hls life seemed 10 have lost lts im'
pelllng force, its harple'l Inspiration
Years went by, aud not content
with my simple household duties
took charge Of a nelghborlng school
later I aided NY husband IN his
office, My mind expanded my Ideas
enlarged, | was no longer an 'ndo'
lent, helpless repineh but Il strong
self.reianl, laborlng woman, Ine
help,mate ior my husband, succesr
crowned our united efforts, wealth
aud renown flowed N upon W, my
husband was elected Judge aud spoken
Of Tor Congress-but We We child
loss, Tor no more babies cam
Ten years after our Iremoval to the
| West, We received intelligence OF my
unclcs death, and, being his only
heirs, wo went down nj once TO at
tend to the settlement Of his estate
Returning homcward, We made a tour
of Niagara and the principal northern
cities,
One September night found Us /"
Now York, aud At the opera The
house was unusually gay, the music
divine, hut through all the glamour
and perfume Of gorgeous toilets anna
the wailing Of the music, aud the 'r''
umphant strains of tho singers, sat
unconscious, almost Indifferent, tho
old yearning in my heart reused up to
strange ant sudden intensity only
one thought possessed me- and that
was my lost baby, little Pearl l
seemed TO be living over that terrible
morning ard long, long night again,
and nv soul cried ont for NY child
with u longing that would not he
silepced. Yet there was nothing sug'
pestive Of her short, sweet little lie
why, then, did she seem 50 near 10
me J! What was it that thrilled and
shook me so I
The opera ovcl, we started tor oar
hotel At one Of the crossings the
carriage made a sudden halt
Nothing bu, strap broke loose ;
all right in u moment, Sir SAID tue
driver in answer to husbands inquiry
| leaned out while he @a arrang'
inc it, looking over the silent city and
up into the solemn summer night
The sky was blue and clondlrss, the
stars mellow ard misty, and fuI
moon hung like golden jewel in the
far west. My eyes filled with tears
and an inexpressibIe yearnlng fllle'
my soul.
where is my baby-my little fearl
: tonight z ! murmured.
please, madam, jut one penny
The slender, childish voice, mellow
and sweet as the note of a blackbl q
startled me out of my revere, and
! looking down, saw tiny figure ant
an appealing baby face below II
the misty moonlight
please, madam, never begged be
} fore, but grandmarm is 50 SICK an
3 she's eat nothing since yesterday.
Just then the driver sprang to HI
box, and the carriage whirlcd o.
again, leaving the little thing far be
: hind, but I caught at my husband
> arm in breathless eagerness.
e 'Ph,lip, entreated, stop the car
. riage l must see that child.
4 He glanced back hesitat'ngly' AM
, there the little thing stood in tn
= moonlight, just as we bad left her.
4 must, Philip l repeated; 'doh
deny me-
a And my husband babe the drive
$ turn back, which he did with nut
tered imprecatiou.
e Now, my little girl l said, leanin
out and extending my arm; com
Q here and tell me how I can help you
: .Grandmarm is sick she replied
coming close up to the wheels an
raising her soft blue eyes to my fac'
'aud SO hungry. and l never begge
$ before, madam !
l. 'And where does your grandm