The Ripley advertiser. [volume] (Ripley, Miss.) 1843-1897, 1881-04-23

tAS' Aioo OuoulAal . IopL0o0Hld-
ton OF the Gypsy in Guy Manner
ing, would be a fairy when com
pared with the hideous object who
darkened that door. l ran back
eight or ten PAGES, whilst an invol-
untary ShudGer darted through my
body. | did not smell brmstone,
see fire or hear thunder, but the
same feelings ofhorror seized upon
me that had experienced once up
on a time when | went to see the
internal regions in a museum.
This she demon Ia name | think
most proper TO give her) held out
her long bony arm towards me,
and began to work her clam,like
fingers as if she wanted to grab
mo.
"What do ye stand there for, star
ing at body like an idiot!" she
gFowled; "aFe ye dumbs Oant"ye
tell what ye want|
II wish to see Miss Clatter-
mouth" | stammered with no little
diff Guilty.
sect along with We to TaGpod-
dies then;" and the door was clos
ed with a slam, and | felt very
much relieved. l was pleased to
learn that | should find Miss Ulat-
termouth and MISS Tadpoddle to-
gether, as | imagined that this cir
cumstance would facilitate the i'm.
portant business which | was so
anxious to transact. lost no
time, you may be sure, in leaping
into the carriage, and as | did SO |
gave the coachman instructions to
hasten to the Tadpoddle mansion.
1 found the front hall door open
when l. arrived, and being we'll &C,
quainted with the premises, l i'm,
mediateIy and without ceremony
passed through the hall, ami made
my appearance at the door of Miss
Tadpoddle's boudoir, which l also
found standing wide open. AS l
catered the house my ears were
pierced with a succession of the
most doleful and heart rending
cries, that | had ever heard. Miss
radpoddle was lying on a sofa in
the middle OF the room, and her
mother was bathing her temples
with some sort of liquid, whilst
Miss Clattermouth was holding a
smelling bottle to her nose.
"Oh, mother!how can live when
my sweet. precious, little darling is
dead! Oh, no! hO! no! 1t will kill
me-, | know it will. Every time
| shut my eyes | can see the pref
ty little darling in his little coffin,
wrapped in his little rutled shroud,
with his sweet little eyes closed
just like he was asleep. Oh, ho! no!
ho! shall | never see him again in
this world? Oh, mother, let me
die! | do not want to live now,
since my little angel is gone from
me forever. He loved me SO much
and was such a comfort to me, and
was always crying after me when
| was away from hln."
My heart was deeply moved to
hear the poorl lady's sorrowful la
mentatlons, aud it was with some
difficulty that | restrained my tears
| began to look round for little
coffin, but it was not there. then
cast a glance up and down the hall,
expecting to see an empty baby
carriage or tenantlesS crib, but |
saw them not. No little baby
shoes, or baby-frocks were in sight;
no baby-hats; no broken toys, Or
any article such as pleases little
boys, were to be seen. That boy
baby was dead, | concluded was
certain for heard her speak Of his
little coffin, and his little shroud
Now what does it all mean? was a
question which naturally presented
itself to my mind; because my in
formation had led me to believe
that Miss Tadpoddle was an old
maid, and | knew she had no sister
and but one brother, who / knew
was not dead, for l had seen him
that very morning. Now who is
the little angel that has been taken
back to keavens Al, / have il
nowl She has adopted some sweet
little orphan child, and just as she
began to love it dearly, the little
darling has laid down and died.
II beg pardon, ladies" SAID | as
bowed to Miss Clattermouth, q
did not know that death had enter
ed this house, else | should not
have intruded."
"Oh! Doctor" exclaimed Miss
Tadpoddle, wringing her hands and