The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1879-10-30
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The dawn was lust coloring the sky with
tinge of gray, and the glmmer of the stars be
came every moment less brilliant, as the king
of day brushed aside his curtains and prepared
to arrange his toilet for the grand reception hf
must again hold for his vast army of subjects
The summer breeze toyed gently with the nois
grass that lined the foothills, and struggled III
the tangled mountain side, now and then toss
ing and swaylng the heavy cedar boughs tina
gave such delicious shade when the mid day
sun was reveling in it's golden glory, as though
a titful spirit of mischief had brooded DER Its
midnight dreams. Softly and timidly came the
carol of the birds through the dusky shadows,
now and then new voice joining the chorus IN
broken snatches of melody, as its gay little
owner essayed to finish its toilet, but could not
resist the impulse to add its own happy anthem
to the chorus already in progress Louder and
moro jubilant grew the woodland warblipgs, as
the dawn slowly advanced, until the timber APP
peared alive with melody, and the steady roar
OF the dashing waters seemed to grow fainter
as the sounds of exuberant life became more
distinct. The subdued click of door-latch
beat out upon the fragrant air, and a female
form stepped quickly out and stopped On the
threshold, peering among the shadows for a
moment, then listening to the tumult Of song
that came echoing down the canon with its
usual twilight greeting.
"Good- morning brides; good morning
said the lady, clasping her hands and listening
attentively
"Mornin', birdieth; mornin'!" echoed glad
voice beside her; and Measles slid her plump
hands between the clasped palms and danced
merrlly over the broad stone STEP
What are you up at this time Of day for, |
should like to know, miss?"
Ode birdth ood'nt 'et me theep any more,
aunty, Da 'thaid, 'Addie, dit up and thing
d17tIo Aol H. Az .IY,1f
ker, aunty? And de little birdth thinged and
thinged, didn't 'em?"
Don't pull aunty 80, dear. You mustn't be
so boisterous to-day, Measles. Do be quiet!
This is The Sabbath day, and what was that
verse mamma learned you once?"
Mamma learned me onth. Her did, tho,
now"
well, mischief, what was it mamma taught
YOU"
Ola Mudder Hubbard, her went to her hubbard.
"Not that, baby. That one about the Sab
bath"
Hi didd'e, diddle, the tath in de fiddle.
ooh, baby, how you do run on! Don't you
remember how you tired mamma out that
dav?"
well, her needn't act tho, den, her needn't.
Gut YOU must try to remember better,
Dolly. Now see il you cannot think of the
verse"
Giant tink OBJ nutting, nohow, aunty. Eth
[ tan, too:
Nimble Dit lie wath tho twit
DE COW dumped ober de moon.
cob, baby, what wM we ever do with you?
Now, say just as I do: Remember the Sab
BATH"
sob, eth, member de Thabbeth-Addie tho
hungry, her it'll. Tee dat mouth wun under
de houth Done away off now, Aunty"
"NoW try again. Remember the Sabbath
and"
"Teep it holy Addie know that muth, don't
herr"
a." Yes Therois a little hope for you, after
ALL"
But what doeth it mean to teep it holy?"
Keep it as a day Of rest, and not dance and
caper and shout as you do other days"
But de birdth danth and taper deth ath da
allurh do. Da don't teep de Tabbath holy one
bit Why, aunty, de blrdth thing and danth
awfu(ly dith morain'. Viii bod till 'em and
tow EN- in the fire, mamma wealth ahOut~
"No Dolly. They are not accountable, like
you and |. We have souls They have none. :"
If he dOeth, Addie eat EN- when da it'll
done"
Breakfast is ready" came from the
kitchen door just then, and the joyous child
scampered quickly across the threshold,
screaming as she went, her feet keeping time
to the music in her heart
" EFT de birdth thing and danth if da want to,
Addie don't tare If bod wanth to till 'em
tauth da mate der little feet do, 'et i'm, tho now
Aunty still gazed out amid the cedars, where
she cOuldsee innumerable tiny creatures glanc-
ing in and out Of the beautiful shadows, SEEM
ing to grow wild with glee as the morning ad-
vanced.
e If birds have no souls, we shall miss their
sweet presence when we get to the other shore.
1t seems to me the golden streets and pearly
gates will tire us, with nothing to break the
mOnotony thereof. But we shall have NO more
earthly thoughts or desires, then. No more"
"Tum, Aunty, dc wild Addie to dit thome
tawberreth. Her tan't eat dem old tingth, all
de time and all de time, her tan't"
But l thought you liked mammals rich
cakes and rich, golden butter, ever SO much. !"
" tan't tie EN- GtJ &c time, tan II"
''But it is Sunday. We mustn't go straw
eth do out wild de BIRTH and pothieth,
den. Da ith hddieth little dearth, da ith''
Out with the birds and posies. Yes, that was
certainly desirable occupation. to commune
with nature in its bright and joyous p,oods, but
there was work to be done III the house, al
though it was the Sabbath day.
Aunty was in no mood to be questioned more
by the fertile brain beside her, so she sent
mamma out with Measles in search of her IA
vOrites, and busted herself with the indoor
work, world of Thought surgng through her
brain as she toiled. Back through the open
door came the joyous shouts of the child,
echoed by the happy feathered host that never
for moment seemed to realize that it WAS a
holy day, set apart for solemnity and rest
"May she be ever thus, happy and light of
heart" she said as the gay sounds of childish
mirth echoed family from the distance, and the
golden tresses from which the unruly sun
bonnet had disappeared, were lost amid the
shadows of the timber that skirted the bolster
GUS river, "She is our precious household
pet" ORLENA.
CHICAGO, Ill.
A Motherly Talk with Mothers.
One morning, not long since, bethought me
to look after 8 mouse-trap that had been set
Il hoEor nd hod tnl-