The Osceola times., 1885-12-05

., 90 honors Leigh wen, b,, o her life
Oh patient drudgery and Jeless toll
noe ,ha more. And the rich eleman on
.he first floor. who saw ! 70 In and
Hu' with her little music ,, asked the
iAndisdy who she was.
@|Its Miss Leigh, sir said the
TIM baani "a daily governs and one of
1 NJ; sweetest, most selteying young
bsns,;, ispnes as $, ever @ gave uph' life for the
o .,r rrHumphl' said III, rh gentleman.
There's not many gtln the world"
u MO; sir; indeed Ihe's not" said
:. nov the rich ger man on the first
moor became acqua ed with the daily
governess-how children began to
run IN and out cIs room and ask him
+: 10 tell marvel stories of America.
s from whence came-and how at last
pretty Nc7Sent back to America with
him a.ls wife, would make too long |,
rea. In detail Suffice it to say that
such was fact. w
"God bless the little ones!" Mr.. Bon.
held said; there's room and to spare
ior them in my house. And TO nv
thinking there's no sweeter sound about
the house than children's voices
And If anything could have made
Nora love her husband more dearly than
she had done before, il would have been
those words of his.
And the years went by, and the little
children grew up into health and beauty,
and Nora. In her satins, had almost for.
gotten the sore straits Of her early GIRL
hood, when one day the past was re.
called to her by a most unexpected ac.
cident.
"lf you please, Mrs. Bonfeld," said
the cook one day, Tim says there's a
poor family settin' down in the old cot
tage by the oates as is almost staryin'.
Sure, says ! to Tim, why don't you
tell the missus?' Says he: What for
would be botherin' her and they nuth-
in to herP Says |: The hand of her
was never closed agin the sick and the
poor, and I'll tell her, Tim, if you
DON'T"
You are right, Mary" said Mrs. Bon.
field. 81 will go this evening and in.
quire into the case
And with Charley carving a basket.
in which was piled a goodly supply of
Jelly, wine, home. made bread and hot
house grapes, Nora walked to the ruined
cottage at dusk. On the hearth lay
gaunt form outstretched On heap of
straw, with fever-glowing cheeks and
eyes rolling restlessly in their sunken
sockets, while by the door sat a faded
woman rocking a child to and fro in
her lap.
II hope we're not intruding, ma am"
said she, with something of lsdy's
and accent; "but my husband
could 90 no further. We are on our
way to Omaha, where he thought he
could get employment"
"You are quite welcome to stay here"
said Mrs. Bonfeld, gently; land will
send you some things from the house TO
make you more comfortable Your
husbands name is"
"Black. ma 'am-Belton Black. We've
had bad luck, and we thought perhaps
we might do better here" sighed the
woman. "But l heartily wish we had
stayed in England
Nora Boniield's heart beat violently as
,he advanced pace or two toward the
xretched head on the straw where the
Yellow flicker of the candle family illumi.
lated a face which she would scarcely
rave recognized-the face Of Bolton
Black.
He died the next day, and never
knew that the eyes of his old sweetheart
iad rested pityingly upon him in his
asst hour. And the simple headstone
hat was reared over his remains in the
cemetery was placed there through Ho-
,ora Bonfeld's charity. Harrisburg
Patriot.
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