The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1883-05-23

brown eyes they were-and / thought of
Alice Cary's lines - % - -. ~ : ~. =. Q
sor s"Hsr sick soul ayeaEy With waiting Z
Jenny, the dairymaid, came in for some
directions and went up stairs with that
look haunting me. A few days later she
was feverish and decidedly worse he.s !
81 wish you'd go in and see her, If
yon wouldnit mind =, her husband said,
as Inquired for her as, usual after sup
per- Then, instead of putting on his
broad-brimmed, hat and following his
brother to the barns, he took it of again
and, fingered the rim slowly. j waited
for knew he wanted to say something.
Farmer-folk are generally very silent
Silence is the rule, conversation the ex-
ception. And when they do speak they
have something TO- say. So waited,
and be said, after clearing his throat and
looking out of the open door: z-ri-yfr o
~ IF she would Just cry or Sleep She
has not shed tear since the baby died.
4 thought she bore up real well, but a
woman who came over to help lay it out
said she .hoped she'd have crying spell
soon.'' didn't think so much about it
then, but reckon 'twould have been
better" ad' go hn- t.17'i -7i = 2.
'.Has she no mother or sister to come
and stay with her?o asked. He shook
his head. z ~ lo sTs1f f7aisaa-1 --f1s Z
..Her mother died soon after we were
married, and she was an only child. /
hare sister, but she has little children
and could not come, even If Minnie
wanted her. Our farmhouse is un-l
usually far away from any neighbors,
and those nearest have never been such
as she was used to, or cared to see much.
never realized until lately how lone
some she's BEEN '.'a ...l-- .l5
! thought Of the years spent in
this isolated life. The leaving all girl
hoods associations and friends in the
distant New England State and coming
TO this new,a strange life; of the babies
who had come like CLEANS of sunshine,
aud then were snatched away to leave,
the lonesome monotony almost unen-
durable; of the settling down to hard,
unceasing work that filled the empty
hands but not the aching heart; of the
last baby who had come like q, whole
/ Hood of sunshine to the lonely house and
/ mother heart, and the three months in
| which she held her. darling ;close-so
! closet and then-oh, how could it be! the
bright, beautiful boy must be laid with
the others inthe grassy slope, i thought
| of all. this as left the dining room and
crossed the hall to her door. The warm
sunset came in through the western win
dow She was lying with her face to-
ward it. the far4away hungry look. in
q Mrs. c. = . / said, as I took her
thin, feyerish hand in mine, .s is there
no one who could come and stay with
you, whom you. would love to have near
you and care for you
= +" No one, :" she said, wearily.
/" How you must wish for your mother
now" went on. 9a5 ~ tsii'27. a7tl
~" Mother, - she repeated, catching d t
the word; s.Mornerf Issis moeher
fIwant now. How do want heri need
my mother now. .Ed ra7l-1 sil' stf
It was a woman Of thirty-five lying
before me, yet it did not sound childish.
1t came to her like a fresh thought; as Of
something so impossible it had not oc-
CURED to her. If could only bring
the tears to her eyes, i thought, as i re-
membered her husband words, t.H she
would only cry or sleep.n A silent prayer
wentu from my heart to the pitying
Father in Heaven. and like an inspira-
ton come those beautiful verses of Eiiz-
abeth Akers Allen. -sSs5.is : $50. 4
Z" Do you. care for poetrypn I-asked,
as she started to turn the subject. 81 I
"I used to,r she answered. -'@' =
ffs Now if you'll close your eyes and
try to sleepd want to repeat some to you
/ know YOU IL like. She smiled sadly
but shut them and rested her cheek on
her other hand like q tired child. And
Ibegan: ssio isTsTss 20 ssayaa aHt
"Baokward. turn backward. o time. In your
Make me child again Just for to-pight; 81
Mother, come back from, the echoless shore
Kiss from my fofsSead TIE farr0Gs q of care
Smooth the few silver threads out Of my hair,
Rock me 70 sleep. mother. rock me 10 sleep :
How stilishew ewasl $ It seemed as If she
hardly breathed- 1''s
Backward, flow backward, 2 tide of the
am so weary of tolls and of tears.
Tol without reoompeuse, tears all in vain.
Tale them and give me my childhood again
Lhaye srosnI.eary.of dust and decay,
wssry 81 81 so@ins sSia tor @ osSers sSns1a 70 reap; W
Rock me to deep, mother, rock me to Sleep
Il Was it the echo of sigh that trem,
bled ON the aira And hlher bps quiver.
.Tired ofths hollow tine base and untrue,
BiossomSd Boss sad faded our s faces ace between; en-
Long W to.niSht for ~, yonr s presehoe res again: pam
Como from the silence long and SO deep,
Rockms 20 sleep, mother. rock me to sleep,
lyb Capiit be tears that glitter on the dark
lashese eoAnd4-oh, ,ithey come! Stealing
underl the lids, down the pale cheeks,
through the thin fingers sinking softly
..come. let your brown hair, ,ast lighted with
FalIoS1S SS1Si your shoulders again as Of old:
Shading T my fsint eyes away from the light
For nirh III sunny edged shadows once more
HsRIy Mn tsgSns g ne sSeet visions ol yore
Rock me 20 sleep, mother, rock me 10 sleep.
Still the;te came. Silently, steadi-
ly. Great warm, refreshing tears, that
had long refused 10 how,1 Ny voice was
very unsteady as i began the last verse;
Mother, dear mother the years have been
, rsincssf Last iistenedthy lullaby song;
Sing then. md unto my soul It shall seem
Momanhood's years have been only dream
Clasped to thine arms in allowing embraces
Never hereafter TO wake or to weep. :,
, spell, and repeated the last verse over
and, over again, though there was nc
, need for the hand held relapsed its
hold, and -she sleptI Was ever poem
sent on a more direct missione
The sunset had faded into twilight.
heard the low tinkling of the cowbells
! as the herd-boy drove them slowly home.
. ward. u Some late bird called to its mate
from neighboring tree L rose softly
: to go, and turning, saw Mr.. c. stand
ing in the doorway The tears were
!. IN his eyes as well, and look shone from
their honest depths that was not for mt
to share. As I passed him I whispered
She Is safe" Af.d she tCGs.-Rop,
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