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

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Keep her forever, II | can TO-
Piled, with feeling OF Intense hap
piaess al my heart,
Just thea We reached the tehemeAls'
That's grandmarIa's room, said the
child, pointing upward 10 q window
IN which q dim light Sas burning
We left the carriage aud followed
her UP q long flight Of sIalrs' and Into
the low, humble room, On the rude
couch lay al old woman, her strong
worn face wearing thai pallor which
never knows q change,
Giandmam, cries the child, run
Ming to lhe bedside Here's a good
nice lady come, aud she'll give you
some lea, aud you'll got well now
The old woman turned her head,
her eager eyes @S'enlng themselves
upon ",
TLank God, she murmnred' y
thought should dIe and leave her
alone.
What can | do ful you, madam 7
| asked, bending over,
Nothing ior ne, l'm past help ia
the child | want looked after
Yes, but You mnst have noar'sh'
ment-Philih 60 onl tor some tea
and we'll have n ire At once,
woman she said solemnly, listen
TO me. | nm dying-iu u few hours
| yhall be IN the other world could
drink drop Of water, hut nothing
more.
My husband procured II In lew mo-
ments, aud alter drinking II she seem
cd somewhat revived,
Now she said, 'Shiie | am strong
enough, let mc speak about tho ch'ld
when ! am gone size won't have a
fr,ep,l IN the wide world-yon look
Ike n rich woman, would you
I'll take her aud be Il mother to
her., | interrupted eagerly
Come round here and let me see
your face,
] obeyed, bending down to the dy'
nu eyes that searched my iacc so
keerly,
In moment she drew deep breath.
BE easy, she said, Il can trust youi
your face is good and honest God
has sent you here little Rose-lhis
il your new mother, you must love
her aud be n good girl vixen LIN
gone.
| held out my arms and the little
thing nestled close to my bosom, look
ing up into my face with wondering
eyes.
4 will be good to her, l said 'as
God hears me, | will
Il believe you, aud now | can die
in peace. | should a been dead long
ago, but for leavin' the child-tha'
kent me back. She amt II frlen' IL
the void, and she's no flesh and
blool o mine. Ten years ago,-m,
old man was alive then, aud runnln
n flat boat on western rlVer,--W'
fell in with party OF mjups. The!
had Il white baby with EN-, the pref
tiest, daintiest little thing l ever Sc
eyes on. | had just lost my owl
baby, and ! couldn't bear TO see then
cary the poor little thing away, so
persuaded my old man to buy it,
They were glad enough to sell, so
took the child and raised her as m.
own. meant to hunt up her folk
and | named it after my own baby
l bad great liking for the it'll
creature. couldn't bear to give he
but l was sorry enough after M
old man died, and We came to want
But I've kept the clothes she had OF
and maybe, madam, you may hear 0
her people some day
Let us see the old clothes, gaspe
my husband, his face as white a
death.
look in the box and get EN-
dear
The child obeyed, bringing sma
bundle carefully wrapped up. l III
folded it with trembling hands, an
then, as my eyes fell upon the en-
broidered frock, the little criInso
' sack and the dsinty blue shoes--m
own baby clothes-ior the first tim
in my lite l dropped down in a dea
faint.
Whom consciousness returned
, found my husband bending over m
! with radiant face, and little Rose
, my own little Pearl-elosely clasps
in his arms.
Found OF last, Belle, 'ho murmuret
TREMENDOUSLY ; God be banked; "