The Red Cloud chief., 1881-10-27

through me. 7 clu;chad ha, 'er. .Don's
say that: don't tell me my Polite won ;
get we'll She honly tore 'erseIf haway.
saving:
Let 'er die, let 'er die,
Words fail me to describe IN. mis-
erv how those moments for al been
cid up By an 'ope that there ia ght be
a turn for the better: but the unkind-
ness Of this hold lady. wen I 'ad zone
To cr for sympathy. halmo.t unsettled
me. IL ] al honly known st the time
wat afterward learned from the Cap
tain. should not a minded 'er actions.
] learned she al lost'er honly daughter
aud hat times 'er mind was deranyei
so 'er sons were travelling with 'er ia
opes that new enc hand new faces
would cause 'er TO forget 'er trouble.
''Be sure We 'ad no lack o. friends
wen the passengers learned 81 Dur
trouble. and wen my poor Polite. still
unconscious. al left this world and
gone ware she would never thirs;
again"
BY this time We were both crying. As
for myself ! vas almost sobb;ny for the
dead babe whose years would have out
numbered nine, had she been living. so
il was some moments before Mr.. Hlms-
worth proceeded.
"HaS ! was a saving. hat this time o
distress we ad no lack o kind friends,
hand one motherly body took full charge
o my baby. hand each seemed TO vie
with the hother hin doin. little acts o
kindness to us.
After nv Polite adj been dressed in
her last earthly garments. | would fain
ave kept 'er beside me. but they said.
for fear o contagion Il was thought best
remove 'er. Then ! went of hinto a
swoon-like. hand was unconscious for
several hours. But when | was myself
again. ] would'ave them bring my Pol
lie TO me. then | learned wal my us
band already knew. that my Pollie. with
blanket strapped about 'er little BODY.
'ad been buried hin the sea. 'Er grave
was the hocean, Oh. ma am, It's ard
for a mother TO lose 'er child. but who
can describe the agony Of a mother wen
'cr child is lowered into deep waters?
There Gems no rest in such ha grave.
| hoften fancied | could see my poor
Polite going down. down, in 'er grave,
hand again 'uge sea monsters would be
'urrying towards 'er TO make 'er their
prey. 1t is some satisfaction to a poor,
bereaved mother to sit hand weep hover
the little mound above 'er child. whist
the little form, hand if she waters them
with 'er tears it's some relief to 'er.
But that was denied me. After losing
NV Polite the waves seemed TO me, es-
pecially hif the hocean was calm, like
graves. Before we landed hat New
Orleans baby died with scarlet fever.
and was doomed to the same watery
grave. Leaving England with two dear
children, we landed in the United States
childless.
We were coming TO !, hand
has there was no railroad from New
York we came from England hall the
way by water. coming hup the Missis-
sippi from New Orleans. A long,
tedious journey hit proved to hus.
my first distraction how mind
hat losing my children. l settled hinto
an indifferent state o mind. caring for
naught. felt that the good Lord 'ad
seen | was not lit TO take care o is
hand al taken 'em 'ome. l
would SIT for hours, taking no notice
o wot vas passing, honly
thinking o my miserg. If could "a
only cried. it would "A been some re-
LEI TO my burdened. troubled soul. but
instead. Icould monty carry my weight
D woe. AS thou wilt was ALWAYS my
hanSwer Wen asked ANYTHING. | 'ad
no choice o NV own. Wen the boat
n town along the river the pas
Railways were hon the lookout
10 see hit. but | would never stir from
nv seat, hii l were hin the cabin. One
vas all the same 10 me as another.
Some times my husband would say:
Come, wife, 'ere's a fine town you
not miss the sight how" AS
.hou wilt | would say, but could see
nothing worth looking hat. and would
90 back to nv seat halone. Some
lines made sure l card my Pollie's
roice saving:
DADDY, please give poor Polite ha
rink o. water
HAT such times the burden that lay
me seemed greater nor l could
pear. As my 'usband 'ad q sister in
- people soon know o. our trouble
md we then learned wat Western hos
was. 'Ad we been at 'ome in
lold England we could ave found no
,etter friends nor truer sympathy. One
amily especially, by the name of Ellie,
proved such friends that thirty-five
ears o friendship ave been overs.
''Wen We went to chapel, and the
,reacher-as they called im-prayed
or the dear brother hand sister, from
the water, strangers hand child
esS hin a new country, that the kind
heavenly Father would send Is COM
to speak peace 10 their troubled
ouls, | broke down entirely. For the
irst time hin many weeks | wept. hand
think those tears saved me my e a
on, for | found, halter that time. that
was more like myself.
mot that | forgot my trouble. But
began to show some hinterest in
hings around me. AS for my babe. !
sd nothing hon my conscience wen ]
houSht o. i'm. But the wears ave
.ome and the years ave gone and still
ometimes wen the wind blows with a
,een, shrill sound. l fancy Tear my
voice n calling, Daddy, please
rive poor Polite ha drink o. water"
But" said she, Il must be moving
for my boys'll wonder watevers
o their mother; for my boys
re great mother boys. 'Ow many
ave IP Four has fine lads has ever
tepped," and she added, with a proud, |
notherly smile that seemed like a
rainbow after a storm. ''my boys
hink they ave the most patient mother
hey hever see. and I'ope they're right"
Do you wonder. as l opened the gate
to Irving Cottage, and the twins
a to meet me. that my arms
them SO tightly that they cried
nut simultaneously: why. mamma,
'ou hurtsr,'-- Romans Journal
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