The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1879-11-20
Her mothers agitation, mingled with
thoughts of her absent sister, worked
too strongly upon her tender nerves.

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too strongly upon her tender nerve
and the early dawn found her seate
at her window, looking leisurely ou
into the streets. A few birds wer
hopping about in the rose bush at tn
corner of the house, and an occasions
bakers or milk wagon was the onl
noise that broke the stiffness of tn
early morning. Presently, casting he
eyes down, they met the pale face o
a little ragged-cl clothed child, abou
nine years of age, who was lookin.
sorrowfully up to her ssked: 'Pleas
ma'am, will you give me piece O
bread?'
There was something in the manner
OF the little mendicant that attracted
Mabel's attention. Was it from the
fact that she, herself, was at that mo-
ment SO utterly wrethed that the lit
tie trembling voice fell so sadly upor
her ear?
'Surely, that pleading, hungry fact
is no impos tor thought Mabel, as she
inquired:
What is you name, dear?'
mabel Graham replied the child
timidly.
Have you any parents?'
Il have a mother, and she is sick.
She said she was hungry and cold,
and for me to see if I could get her
something to eat, or she should die.
Oh !! don't want my mother to die 7
and the child sobbed aloud.
'There, there, dry your tears, and I
will see what can be done for you, I
will go with you, and see your moth
err The child brushed away her tears
and looked up in astonishment.
why, we don't live in nice house
like this. We have only one little
room.
THAT need not alarm you. will
60 and see what can do for your sick
mother. You lead the way, and 1
will follow. Stop! are you hungry p
Il am some. I haven't had any,
thing to eat since day before yester-
day, at noon but 1 did not tell my
mother, or she would cry, and say she
didn't know what would become of
me after she was gone.
Mabel gave her some food. which
the child readily eat, and then pro-
ooo1oI ~, fhoir orrond of voorc1 II
was mercy indeed Mabel found upon
her arrival there. The room was low
aud email its only articles of furni-
ture an old cook-stove, rough table,
and one chair. In one corner of the
room, upon. a straw mattrass, lay
poor, emaciated woman, in the last
stages of consumption. Upon seeing
Mabel, she reached out her hand, and
said feebly:
1T is sad for one so young to see
such poverty and want, but above all
TO see how the broken hearted die,
Il came to see if I could be of any
assistance to you.' s.s
'Not now, it is most over and Ma
,el saw that it was with the greatest
effort that the sick woman could speak,
md offered her a drink. She shook
1er head, and looking anxiously about
he room, reached out her hand, and
1rawing her child to her, clasped her
o her heart. Her lips moved, and oc-
the words Lord and sSav-
Or were heard. Enough to know
hat she was imploring divine pro-
ection for the child, she felt she was
10 soon to leave alone in the world.
Alone without a mothers tender loye,
mothers kind care. The child Sob
,ed violently, and hid it's face in the
,ed clothes. A few moments passed
n silence, save the moans Of the sick,
md the sighs of the stricken child.
Mabel Richardson's eyes filled with |
ears as she looked upon the solemn
Gene. The silence was at length
,roken by the sick lady, who turned
o Mabel, and inquired her name?
Mabel Richardson she replied.
There was a strange light lit up the
ace of the sufferer, and raising her head |
rom her pillow, she gazed steadily |
nto Mabel's face, and groaned aloud,
linking back exhausted, upon her bed.
mabel, oh! Mabel, have you for
.otten your sister Alice, that nine
ears ago bade you goodbye in your
title trundle-bed p she at length said,
lpon regaining strength,
Mabel could not speak, but press
ng her dying sister to her heart, min
lied their tears together. 1t was a
ong sad story that Alice told. How
he loved and was betrayed, and to
lide her shame, her father drove her
rom his door. How two months
.fter, little Mabel came into the world.
)h, it was sad story. Her sufferings
md struggles with poverty, want and
ickness. God be pitiful! Get the
Bible, Mabel said Alice, and read to
ne the 23rd psalm
Mabel did as she was directed, and
g she closed the book, Alice repeat.
ID;
sYes, though I walk through the
alley of the shadow of death, 1 will
ear no evil, for thou art with me, thy
cd and thy staff they comfort me-
nd as the sound died from the lips,
he soul too fed, to enter upon new
life, where the wicked cease from
and the weary are at rest
I'VE will have no burdens then.
less God, no dying; and love will
tand by her golden font, and baptize
he redeemed of the Lord, who have
ONE up through great tribulation.'
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