Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1883-05-13

dsrful things that children, believe
delight in. 1t was partly a rerninis
cenCe of the legends told to me in my
I rsriy youth, partly great inaaginatiyl
efioIt of my own for the chili's benefit
When / came to an end I anxiously
awaited Daisy's COMMUNICATION.
"Shall / tell you story asket
that email person composediy, ant
tbereupen she proceeded to give me
lengthy narrative which consisted en-
TREY of the adventures OF broken doll
the pussy-cat, and the kitchen table.
Chat" said Daisy impressively. by
wsy of summing up-''that is q very
nice story indeed, Mamsiew -
Then, without further comment, SIX
slipped off my knee and ran joyotisiy
out of the room, banging the door lOtid'
ly. Italian hour later, hearing strange
| cries which apparent proceeded from
the nursery, L went up stairs, and found
the ayah vsinly attempting to give
Daisy her evening bath, while that tin-
| principled young person was racing
| round and round the room in state oil
| complete nudity, clapping her hands
| above her head and shouting, "Hallelu.
| jahl HalleiujahW
yainly endeavored to address the
| ayah with seriousness: Daisy's mis-.
| c,ieyous expression overcame me, aud
| iGnominiously smiled. / have of late
| been reading O most excellent treatise
on education. 1t contains an exhaus.
tive chapter on suuenness, and an other
! on deceit, but Daisy il never sullen nor
untruthful: it gives admirable rules on
the treatment of greed and cOnvetolls-
Iat,nlnTNaI i'm MT
mind, but Daisy is apparently an ascot
ic child, and requires no such cure: In
| fact the book, which helps me but little
| in the management ofmy young charge,
reminds me somewhat Of these hand
books which give traveller every OPP
pOrtunity of making graceful repartee
| to an ambassador, but leave him i'll ut
ter ignorance how to express himself 10
the waiter or the coachman.
Dec. l4.-Daisy looks pale; Janet
saws the "wee bit bairnie' does not
thrive Certainly, she has poor appe-
tite and gets easily tired. must write
to her father at once.
Dec. III have teen lying awake
all night, thinking what shall do for
my Daisy. will write to her father
again, aud suggest that should take
her to the south. can start at once.
For her sake 7 would willing leave this
dear home. My Daisy resembles 4
sweet young plant, a Creepcr that has
grown over my old associates and
eflaced and hidden them away from
sight. She il a tender plant, more like
an eXoW than the mountain Daisy, the
gowaM Of our northern poets.
March lit is long, long since |
opened the pages of this dairy. When
last | wrote & few hurried words there
in, and careleSsly CLOSED the page, did
not know, God help me, the trial tnat
was in store for me. Alass we may not
close down the pages of our lives, nor
vet hold them open, at our own will.
Now, in my own grief, the tears fall
lhickly on the PAPER and | cannot see
| 10 write.
NhU vet, "Thc Lord gave and the
ICId hath taken away; blessed IL the
name nftlr Lord
We did all that could be done iOI the
child, hut the end came rapidly. Two
duciols attended her; the parish doctor
VIZ, uurrmitting in his efforts, and |
lclt "TaphCd to NY dear old friCad Dr.
Ct, at VIM Out ss.t
once " ithout los Of time. Yet all their
efforts, all their skill and science, prov
ed Of no avail; nothing could have saw
the child, they said. What her illness
was scarcely know TO this day; the
medical men gave it long name and
close analysis. There is no doubt that
the seeds o. il were sOwn before she left
India. To me they signify but little,
those technical details; it is enough to
know that my Daisy could not be saw
cd. She had no strength, the doctors
said to resist the slightest chill-no rail-
lying power. She was not an ordinary
child they said; OH, no, she was not
that, my Daisy!
The night before she died, she lay
quite still in the tiickcring candlc-light,
her little pinched face whiter than the
pillow. She claspcd the old doll yet
She Rugged il closely, though one of her
tiny thin hands was folded within mine.
Her eyes We're wide open, fixed on my
face with that look of serious self.pOs'
session they so often assumed; her voice
had been husky Of late; she was tired,
and spoke but little.
Janet stood silently crying behind the
door, wiping her eyes with her apron,
and wringing her hands from time to
time. The poor ayah, who never left
her place on the floor ut the foot of
DaiSy's bed, sat rocking herself to and
fro, gazing wistfully at her charge with
the look of a faithfuldog
"Mansie," said Daisy at last, and
bent my ear to listen. Her voice had
become very weak, and strangely harsh
and unlike itself
"Mansie, | want mamma; oh, DAISY
does 20 want mamma"
| nodded; | could not answer her.
My tears dropped like rain OH her dear
little hand, on the dear little upturned
facet paSsiOnatcly kissed.
"Mansie, poor Mansip," said Daisy,
trebly trying to stroke my cheek.
And those were her last word, for in
the cold gray of morning twilight there
was nothing but u dead, white Daisy
lying stretched AMI >ilcEt on the little
h,d, aud Il terrible pain surging and
throhhin@ in my mresigncd heart.
The child's father arrived too late.
lie spent one afternoon at the mill farm.
He went with me to the nursery where
Daisy lived; he sat beside me on the
SbOlt, hllttt bdiSN liuu I'IiNCu, NO
stood together in the quiet kirkwOod
where Daisy lay asleep, and he spoke
to me of the child q little, but chiefly
and lingcringly ofthe wife he had loved
so dearly. For Daisy was to him but a
Il passing remembrance, Il faint reflec-
ton of another image that filled and
overlooked his mind with its great
brightness, 10 the exclusion OF all other
thoughts.
And when that afternoon was spent
he went back TO the busy world.
Well Daisy is the more mine OVID
my Jealous love delights to claim not
only the last few weeks Of her short
life, but also the tenderest and truest
memory of her. | am Daisy's chief
mourner And sometimes | let Janet
share my sorrow.
The time goes by; live on alone at
the mil! farm. II is the dearest place
on earth to me, for now, added to the
many associations of other years that
crowd around me in my lonliness, there
is a recollection of later days that clings
very closely 10 my heart,
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