Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1880-12-16
Faith that Heaven will Reward.

Faith that Heaven will Reward.
There Is one bed-or, more strictly
speaking a bundle of rags--in the corner
The household consists of an old man as
ragged as Rip on the mountains, woman
whose face the wrinkles have twisted
and furrowed SO deeply that it requires
an immense sweep of imagination to
think that it was ever young. -Four
children, from five TO fourteen years Of
age, pale and hungry, dart about the
room like dock rats. Except one. the
little one, whose hair lay back on her
white forehead as if it had been swept
there 10y the winds, whose hands were
like shadows, and whose eyes seemed
to be fastened on the dingy and desolate
locking ceiling. She lay upon a pallet,
and the mother sat on the floor beside
her and administered now and then
taste Of water.
"She's the only white onein the flock"
said the man as he tugged at his short
and bristling beard.
"She's the only one of the gang that's
fitted to be an angel she is" he continued
as he stared upon the sick face before
him. "She won't never get out of it;
there amt no use tryin' it on her" he
went on in an distracted way. eve have
had the county doctor, but such as them
amt given to han@n' round a sick bed
like her'n. lie left some truck and she
took ii, but it never mended her ailin,
and / guess he'll not come back"
The little face tIrned over ON its
mothers arm, and there was hardly life
enough in it to be perceptible "Byme-
by" the father said a few minutes later
'some weemen came in here and left
pone OF bread and made her somethin'
that kind O seemed to make her peert-
like, as she was when she crossed the
'hio, and then they read piece outen
the book, and one of 'em-she was
smart lookin' woman, and wasn't afraid
Of dirtyin' her clothin' nor nothin',
though her goods was fine-she got down
on the floor thur, and shut her eyes
kinder close, halfway, and held her
hands, one of 'em on her busum, and
tother on the child's head, and the brats
quit runnin' round. and it was awful
still And the woman turned her face
up amn the ceiin' He paused for a
moment, as if he had to gather q little
strength. And then: "Talk about
prayin'l She put up the best one | ever
was as solid with Him as heard it as any
that was got off. 1t kinder made things
more hopeful around, and the child
opened her eyes wide, just as if she
knew the woman was putin up for her
1t got down into me, though there wasn't
any stakes put up for me at all. When
she went away / said to Emily-that's
wife--that | would try my hand on Just
al, B.,
The old woman shook her head, cause
never thought Of such thing before.
But | got down and put up every cent
| had mean everything ! could think
Of And when got to the last word,
the amen, it stuck in my throat but
Emily got away with it. She said il
right out like it was in meetin.'
81 guess made misdeal somewhere"
he continued rather mournfully. The
little one didn't look up any, and she's
been CROWN weaker every day. Emily
said had spilled the whole business, and
crowded the poor woman's prayer out.
But / never ment it. Eff I'd known /
was interferin', I'd never put up agin he,
hand"
There was blast of wind that came
and ratified the window, and a kind of
moan. and then the head of the sick child
and its face turned over in the mothers
lap. :, Its thin lips met the wrinkled ones,
and the struggle was over.
The grim-faced, hardy-looking man
bent over the pallet, but there was a
good deal of good sense left in him
still He turned to the reporter, who
had gone to the scene of misery, and
said: But / am not the man to 90 back
on good prayin', even if | didn't win !
reckon the hand that the woman put UP
will win for somebody else's little one
eff it don't for ours, For ii was the solid
est hand / oversee, not ceptin' the south
side of the 'hio in old kintuck."
A pauper child was buried yesterday,