St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1880-06-25

of home and mother, growing up lean
and dwarfed in body and spirit, for the
lack of those sweet necessities of child
hood.
Having thus silenced Kitty's prattle,
Mrs. Bowman resumed the work in
which she was so much interested. Cut,
cut, went the shears along the rich
fabric. Click, click, click, went the
machine, and if any pausing passing
thought of her child fitted through her
mind, it was only to feel glad she was
at last still, and she herself had full
liberty to work undisturbed. Perfect
silence was over in the big chair now,
save occasionally an involuntary sob
from the little form cuTled up between
its protecting arms. This, Mrs. Bow
man did not heed, as the scene of the
morning was no new one to her. On
and on she worked-cut and basted
and stitched, feeling inward satisfaction
with her mornings work, until the
opening of the hall door announced the
arrival of her husband to his dinner.
"Where's Kitty 2" was his first ques-
ton, for he missed the little face from
the window, where it usually watched
HKitty's been very"-began Mrs.
Bowman, but stopped short upon going
up to the arm chair and catching sight
of the face half-buried in the cushions.
The two plump checks upon which yet
stood the shining tears, were strangely
flushed and burning hot to the touch.
the dimpled little hands too, were
parched and dry as the now anxious
mother raised her darling and laid her
upon the bed, her breath came scorch-
ing and feverish, and the blue eyes
opened once, but not word from the
parched lips which now had no lack OF
mothers kisses.
Little Kitty was sick. $50 tired,
she bad said in the morning, and the
mother, engrossed in her own plans
had allowed the words to pass unheed-
ed. Yes, little Kitty was very sick
All day they stood by her, doing what
ever their hands could for the relief o.
the tossing feverish form. Only once
and the mothers heart leaped with joy
for she thought her darling was going
to recognize her again. but the words
came up slowly and family, "Pleas,
mamma, in the parlo' by the bootifu
angel" Oh, the cruel delirium tina
had driven her reason from her throne
her mother was almost frantic as sh,
recalled the scene of the morning
wishing now, in her heart, she had Onl,
let Kitty go into the parlOr to see thu
marble angel she loved so.
Oh, that dreadful parlor! 1t seemed
gloomy enough to her now. Could sh'
ever, ever cross that velvet carpete(
threshold again9 Another day, anothe
night, and then, when the flickerin.
night-lamp burned low, and the star
began to go out up in the blue heavens
when the shutters were opened to lie
in the grey dawn as it stole softly Owe
the hill tops in the east, amid the fitfu
breathing in that sad and shadOwy
room, once more the broken hearted
mother bent to listen to the baby voice
she loved so dearly, but which was fas
getting ready to take up the new song
with the little ones around the throne
"Mamma-oh mamma-see the boo
tiful angels comed-for me-tO take
-me-way, way up-to a nice, nice
parlo'-in heaven-nOt like yours man.
ma-'cause its made for little childIens
and l dess they'll never-shut the
doors-wif a key-to keep Kitty out"
The dimpled hands, getting so cold
now, clasped in mammals, gave one last
pressure, the blue eyes seemed looking
away over all earthly things, perhaps
into the bright City up there-One lit
tie sigh-a flutter of the breath and
dear little Kitty had gone to walk in
those beautiful mansions in the Palace
of the King, where nothing is too glo-
rious and nothing too fair even for lit
tie children to enjoy. When the rosy
morn next floated silently down to
earth, upon her downy pinions, bring
ing to some hearts hours of gladness, to
others, OH such bitter, bitter, memories
and such months of untold agony, Mrs.
Bowman's parlOr was unlocked; the
bolts were drawn back from the heavy
carved doors, and helpful, tender hands
bore little Kitty into the forbidden room
and there, upon the sofa, they laid heI
under the costly bracket, where stood
the beautiful angel with snowy wings
the pure-faced gentle-eyed Angel o.
Peace. Dear little feet, how still they
were! Dear little hands, they couldn't
tear anything now! but oh, she lay
there so quiet, so sweet. Yes, Kitty
could "keep still" now. Not even i
breath ruffies the soft lace around the
snowy shoulders or stirs the lilies o
the valley upon her bosom. Precious
little one! Death had gained for he
an entrance into "mamma's beautiful
parlor. "-[ Northern Christian Advo
cate.
Dampness and Diphtheria.