Connecticut western news., 1882-05-10
AN OLD, OLD STORY.
Why the Light was kept Burning,
 and Why it Was Put Out.

U O-m.6 1Q well QoClaf6, strange you gave me quite turnl II was kind of expeotin' somebody, and for half minute thought mebbe as twas her, but she'd never stop to knock; want 8 bite and sup and a nights lodging? Why of course; sit down, do. T. a-most forgot to ask you, was that frustrated. Poor soul! how tired and worn-out you lookl can make you comfortable for the night and give you 8 good meal of victuals and shake down on the floor, but I would hard l-y like to put you in Lizzie's room-she was that particular, and your clothes are so wet and drabbled. Why, woman, what makes you shake so-ague? Never heard tell of any in these parts. Guess you must have brought it with you. We'll. good nights rest will set you up wonderfully, and you can lie right here by the stove, and the fire a-smolderin' will keep you warm, and the light will be a-burnin' till it's broad day-broad day. .zssT ,-g. sr.z=.,
 What do keep the light a burnin' forP We'll, now, when folks asks me that, sometimes tells them one thing and sometimes tells them another. I don't know as mlnd tellin' you, be- cause you're such a poor, misfortunit creetur, and stranger, and my heart kind of goes out to such. You see I have daughter. She's been away these ten years, has Lizzie, and they do say as she's livin' in grandeur in some turin place, and she's had her head turned with it all, for she never lets her poor old mother hear from her, and the fine people she's with coaxed her off un. beknownst to me, and don't mind tell ing you as it was great shock to me, and ain't the same woman since Lizzie went out one night, and when she kissed me said, "Leave light in the window, mother, till come back;"", and that was ten years ago, and I've never seen her since, but I've burned a light in the window every night all these ten years, and shall till she comes home. Yes, it's hard to be mother and be disappointed so. I allowed she was dead till folks, as seen her well and splendid, told me different, and I was sick long time that's what made my hair so white but hope she never heard oft, 'twould have made her as miserable as was, and her And things wouldn't have been ] much comfort to her Folks blame hel terribly, but I'm her mother, and it just seems as if I could see hers so pretty with her long broken curls, and ths smile she had, and her gentle ways, anc loving her better than Heaven above me This is my punishment-to si alone all day and never tcsleep at night but I fear her crying "Mother
 mother! where are you ?" and if I gt once, I go 8 dozen times to the door and look up and down the lonesome roat and call, "L.i-k-z-i-e ] 1-i-z-z-i-e ]" ant there's never any answer but the nigh
 wind moaning in the trees
 Well, I didn't mean to make you fee bad don't cry, poor soul You've ha. enough troubles of your own, I guess by your looks Your hands are like io and your temple and voht face IS whit and-and-Why, what is this You ar
 not old and your hair hangs in brow curls- and your eyes-Merciful God
 It's Lizzie come back to her mother
 it's my child that was lost and is feunt I-put out the light-put out the light
 for the naght is over and it's the clear
 broad day at last !-M. QuAb.