The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1884-05-02


in sorrow, he flung his arms around;
her and dropping his head upon herI
bosom, burst into violent fit of weep
ing.
10, Mrs. Sunderlandr' he cried, .sI,
can't bear to have him die; l can't.
can't-he was always so good to me-"
The mothers lips quivered; her fea-
lures worked conVulsiVely; the healing
tears came at last to her aching eyes,
and with her face bowed upon Charles
curly head, she, too, wept freely and
softly, and with the blessed tears the
first bitterness of her anguish passed
away.
Mrs. Sunderland's friends came to.
her and took her away from the scene
of her bereavement. All that affection
could do was done to cheer her, and
after few months her healthy, cheer
full temper began to reassert itself, and
so aided the effort Of benefcent nature
that by September she felt able to re-
turn to GreenVille and her boys grave,
and to become again, in a measure, her
old calm and gentle self.
! The schools had just reopened, and
though the remembrance of one short
year ago, when her own boy was there,
the brightest and most hopeful of the
young throng who commenced the
school-year together, brought q pang of
almost unbearable pain to the mothers
heart, she endured this suffering as she
had endured all the rest, uncomplain-
ingly.
The examination for promotion was
again held, and this time Charlie Coop
er ranked first among the five of his
class who were promoted to the higher
department.. Mrs. Sunderland was sin
cerely pleased when she heard of the
lads triumph, and few mornings later
when she met him, she stopped to shake
hands with him, congratulating him
most cordially. "But how does it hap
pen you are not in school, this morn
4 ing?" she asked.
-I-l-don't go to school, just now"
he stammered. s.1've stopped awhile"
"Why, how does that happenP Surely
now is the very time you ought to be
most regular in attendance.
81 know I'D like to be, but again
he stopped, much embarrassed, and ii
was no. without a good deal of ques-
tioning that Mrs. Sunderland at last
drew from him the information that he
had ceased to attend school on account
of his fathers inability to procure for
him the new set of school books his pro-
motion had made necessary.
Fathers had felon on his hand all
summer, and it's not well yet. He
hasn't been able to work much, and
we've had to be awful economical.
Mother cried like everything when
father said he just couldn't spare the
money to buy a lot of new books; she
was mad at first, but she soon got over
that, for she knew father couldn't help
1T. She's saving up now, and SO am /,
and We'll raise the money between us
before Christmas, | guess, though those
kind of books do cost like smoke" he
concluded, with rueful sigh.
After he had gone Mrs. Sunderland
went into her darkened parlor, and, sit
ting in her rocking chair, rocked and
cried softly for long time.
Then she went upstairs and opened q
deep drawer in bureau, from whence
issued strong perfume of withered
AOSC-1O6fC5. DIG ICuONGu Ul0 uuOu
towel that shrouded the contents of the
drawer, and from one corner drew forth
slate and pile of school books-a
most new. She opened the books one
by one, and in each she kissed the
name ''Frank Sunderland" inscribed
in big boyish hand; then she laid her
cheek upon the books, fondling them as
though they were living creatures, and
cried again.
At last she wiped her eyes and tied
up the books in a neat strong package
s. / am dong just as he would want
me to do she said to herself She
wrote the name of Charlie Cooper upon
the package, and giving it to her little
kitchen-maid, directed her to take it to
the house of her neighbor, Mr.. Cooper.
/ The evening of the same day, as Mrs.
Sunderland sat alone, reading over a
few verses from her Bible before retir-
ing for the night, she heard hustle of
approaching footsteps, the door opened,
and her little maid said:
Here's Mis- Cooper wants to see
you few minutes, Mis- Sunderland
She ushered into the room a tall,
gaunt figure, whose head and shoulders
were shrouded in dark shawl, and then
discreetly withdrew.
Mrs. Cooper, for she it was, advanced
toward Mrs. Sunderland as the latter
arose. 1--we come to talk about them
books you sent to my Charlie, " she said,
roughly, almost fiercely.
"Yes, replied Mrs. Sunderland, dep
recatingly; II hope you don't feel Of
Tended; Charlie told me his father did
not feel able to buy him the books he
needed just now, and I thought it a
pity he should be obliged to get behind
his class on that account"
s'My Charlie says them books is the
ones you bought last year for your
Frank; is that SOP"
Yes" Mrs. Sunderland said her
voice faltering little, 'they were nv
boys. Charlie was fond of him
couldn't have given him those books il
he had not been"
you're right and the fierce voice
grew suddenly husky; ''my Charities
been a-crying hover them ever since he
got them, and don't wonder, for the
sight of EN- has made me do what ]
never did for living creature in hall my
Life afore. I've come hover to beg
your pardon for all my hugliness to
you and to him that's. gone; you poor,
dear soul, you-hido, hide, and fierce,
evil-tempered Mrs. Cooper ended her
sentence by bursting into a hearty fit OF
crying.
Mrs. Sunderland clasped in hers the
knotted, toil-worn hands outstretched
toward her.
Don't cry" she said, tears rolling
down her own cheeks as she spoke. Il
know you are sorry. Well have to be
friends after this, and we will never
quarrel any more. !"
And they never .did.-M r. House
keeper, IN Youtb's Companion.
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