The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1882-11-17

lace She had worked from early dawn until
oark at her daily task button holes az IouI
zen > q uozeil- cupof tea and crust OF oieau
hau been her sustenance For Dot there was
a bun and an orange.
Inc dress was finished and hung on the only
chalt Ia the room, with several other slnaii
articles hat of coarse white straw, with
oiue rlooon twisted around It, a pair OF Drighs
sl13cAtnRs; tiny handkerchief WITH ple oI
a. -. ~. IN tHS border An were pittiIuiif cnsaP
In texture, but dear In patient toll and LOVING
sacrlhce Dot was going to the country Tor
| Two long, oiissful weeks and the mother coulu
cover the expense of the meager outfit by some
extra deprivation during the child's absence.
ohe turned toward the pallet. DOTS Noiet
eyes had opened. Her golden curls were
e9,sleu o{ the tossing OF the little heau on ene
I pillow Her thin, piuched features were
flushed with feverish excr ement.
Mamma, is it mornin'p'
''No, darling.N
The woman blew out the light and threw
herself on the pallet. Tiny fingers erept
eagerly INTO her palm.
Dot.
Darling, it is years and years since mamma
saw Tue country, bpt it was just as I've tolI
you. VIDE, clean streets, with big trees ana
olue SKY and Movers
80, Oh !" murmured Dot. 'sDoes you 'sposee
they Il give me one flower, mammal found
one on the sweet once-a little white over
/ 4 LADY dropped it'
es, dear, you'll have all the flowers you
want. Don't talk any more tonight
The sky was already white with the dawn:
The mother did not sleep. As the light OF
another day OF misery crept into the room, sue
/ raised herself on one elbow and Looked long
at her child, restraining an impulse TO snatch
/ It to her heart then softly rose, and al er
/ bathing her face and hands and kneeling IN
| prayer Tor endurance, took her work ana sat
| down BY the narrow window, A few hours
later she stood amid the bustle OF the Grand
central Depot with Dot clingiug 10 her dress
crowd OF wondering. eNpectant children
were being marshalled inio line to take their
places on the eastward bound train.
| to Dot.
Dot kissed her mother 'good-by," and
face, as she entered thcaanks Of the odd pro
CeSsiOa.
80, STRIP said The mother as she turned
away, take good care q my baby. I've
nothing else in the world p
III
] There was an unusual stir in the village OF
| Lynford. The railway station was thronged
1 with people, and surrounded by vehicles
awaiting the afternoon train
Rev. Joseph Alder and the ministers OF
siser churches conyerseA together on the
"a glorious charityip said the Baptist min
ister raising his hat TO wipe the perspiration
from his brow.
/ Il expect that these poor children will be a
great blessing to our peoph," said the Meth
! odist minister, sin broadening the svmpathies
4 and warming the hearts Of some who have
been Oblivious TO all interests save their own -
Eyes" replied Rev. Mr.. Alder, II have a
practical illustration of that, not a stones
throw from where We are SANDING
The practical illustration consisted OF
{ the Roxbury rockaway drawn up amid the 9th
| er conveyances, with Miss Reliance on the
! back seat, in state of mind in which newly
I iiedged philanthropy struggled with terror
/ of ragamuffins. She had come to the conclusion
/ that her visi to the parsonage had been made
| during an attack OF mental alteration: but the
4 word OF ROXbury was as immovable as the
! historic granite on which Lephaniah RoXburv
stepped from he Mayhower in if2 }, and the
/ last representative of lie race would not falter
\ now, although seized with dire apprehension
/ whenever her ewes rested on the Verbena bed
IL was with a grim determination to brave
/ the worst that she awaited the train hat after
/ noon. bur when the locomotive appeared on
/ the bridge below the village, the thought OF
the dreadful boy who was coming to invade
/ her peaceful domain nearly overcame her, and
/ her impulse was to order the hired man to
drive home as quickly as possible. She could
appreciate the emotions Of a Roman dame at
/ the approach Of he Nandals
/ As the train stopped at the station the
people crowded forward 70 welcome their
/ guests Miss Roxbury peered enNiOusy from
I the rockaWay 1t was not very appalling
I sight, \ group OF pale lit children. tired
dusty and bewildefed. Many eyes oyerlowed
as the train moved on and LETT the sc wistful
/ faces. pinched By want aud misfortune, IN the
midst OF the kindly villagers
Here, Miss Roxbury, is a wee lamb for
you said Mr. Adler.
Miss Roxbury had not observed his approach
in the crowd, aud gave a start OF surprise as
he stood before her. As she looked, there was
a curious sensation under the left side OF her
! Grape shawl, and her cold gray ewes grew misty.
The dreadful boy had chluged into a tiny
girl of six years, As frail rs 4 snOwirop. whose
coarse sttire lud not mar the loneliness OF
her dark violet eyes and hair or tangled sun
beams. The little creature stretched out her
orn,u n Miss Povft l1EFfrha raarhad forro~l
aud took her into trSrockaWay the ancient
springs OF which creaked with asto lishmeut.
''What is your name - said Miss ROZbury,
feeling strangely awkward, as they drove
along.
dot" said the child. 'You hasn't kissed
me yet, has you!"
Miss Roxbury bent and kissed the child. The
rockaway creaked louder than before. The
touch Of the child's mouth thrilled through
the iron nerves Ofthe woman with a sensation
inexpressibly delightful.
Miss Roxbury had imagined her life 10 be a
happy one. She now discovered that she had
mistaken selfish sola ion for happiness She
was beginning to be happy for the frs time in
fifty years. Dot was too tired to be very
talkative but she leaned against Miss Rox-
bury with a look Of quiet wonder an content
rs goin' to stay herel'' she asked, as the
rockaway stopped at the Roxbury gate, and
she surveyed the cid stone house with wood
bine laundering over its gray walls
Dots face grew luminous bath, boun-
tiful supper OF bread and milk and a walk in
the garden kept her joyful I'M il twilight, but
with bedtime came the longing for her mother.
81 wants my mamma-my own mamma
she said.
Then Miss Roxbury gave fun vent to the in
stiuct tina can never be utterly DESTROYED in
woman. Taking the child on her lap she
carcssed the white face and sunny curls in
restful, soothing way, and talked so cheerfully
that the shadows fell from the violet ewes, and
Dot, nesting close, said: Il love you"
Miss Roxbury had not only begun to be
happy; she had begun to live. With the com
ing OF this sweet child Heaven was changing
the duA prose Of her existence into celcs ial
rhythnl Her cold, loYeless nature in the pres
ence Of this tiny girl was already becusning
Christ-lilSe in its tender ministry.
Dot offered her evening prayer and was put
in Miss Roxbury's own stately bed.
"Good night, dear. said Miss Roxbury, ~sith
aDood night, said Dot, burying herface in
the great bunch OF whiteroses she had brought
to bed with her; Il feel zif I'd died an gone
to Heven.n
Miss Roxbury passed wakeful night, but
not a restless one. Her mind was filed with
plans and the it was such pleasure to lie
aud listen TO the soft breathing at her de,
and occasionally to touch the little hand
the Counterpart, still holding the treasured
roses.
The next day Dot ran nearly wild with de
| light She reveIed among the daisies in the
small an object could charm her hungry mind.
Gods eommonest gifts we're unknown to her
in their bounty and purity. Sunshine, sweet
air, flowers and bird-songs were en- ugh TO
make her happy. and when she found the brook
that danced across the meadow herdelight was
unbounded. After day or two Miss Roxbury
| took the morning traindown to Bradleyvlile TO
1 do some shopping. She gone until nlghts
aud all the way home she thought OF the glad
voice that would welcome her, aud her lace
! grew so radiant with the new JOY in her soul
/ the Iynford station. Old Deacon Bennett failed
to recognize her until she had passed him;
'Wall, declare, y he said, "Relanee looks as
II she'd diskiyered gold-mine."
Miss Roxbury reached home, and soon had
the god-mine'' in her arms.
After tea the parcels had to be opened There
were paper patterns, rolls of muslin, embroid-
cry aud blue flannel pair OF chlld's shPpers'
dainty hose, bright ribbons aud a large don.
10, oh, ohl'i was all tha' Dot could say, out
| her tone exnressed more than the most eX en-