Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1885-04-30
NORTHERN TRIBUNE.
THURSDAY. APRIL 30. 1885.
Tie Shadows are Falling.

TIE shadows are Falling.
The beautiful sunlight that shone in
at my window and made my home Sc
happy and pleasant has faded into twi-
light. After long years of gloom and
anxiety the light broke upon our child
less household. A little girl came to US
to seek home, and we took her into our
house and into our hearts. Where all
had been dull and cherries before, the
new light fell 50 brightly and pleasantly
that we could scarcely believe our eyes.
The heavy, sOmber carpets, which had
lain untrOdden by childhO0d's merry feet
so long sparkled and warmed at the
touch OF her tray shoes. The glass Of the
windows, which had been so clear that
it sent a chill to our hearts, took On q
rosy tint, and the grand old furniture,
which before seemed Only reminder Of
the death of those that owned it before
us, frightened, and it's polished veneer
flashed back again the charm of her
sweet presence.
My old wife came to nae last week and
whispered ia my ear, saying:
Husband. the month just gone has
been such a bright and happy one. Oh.
hew sweetened is the very atmosphere of
our home, since that little waif came to
share it with us. The world says we are
kind and generous to the child; but the
world does not know. We have gained
more than the child by making her ours.
The days have been so flooded with sun
shine since she came. and all the world
heen brighter than it ever has been since
the first year after we were married. 1t
is so pleasant-tOO pleasant-tOo good to
last. | am afraid"
Our new-fOund treasure came to my
knee and / lifted her up and kissed her
cheek and forehead and lips and strsked
her sunny curls, and my wife took her
from me and pressed her to her bosom,
and when the babe twinsd its fingers iii
her hair and patted her ehesk earessing-
ly and called her mama" she laughed
outright for very joy.
That evening, when came home from
my office. my wife met me at the deOr
and, white and anxious, whispered to
me:
"She ia ill.," l followed her to the lit
tie bed we had bought for our babe, and
there, pressed down among the snowy |
pillows, lay the baby face, flushed and |
hot. Her breath came shortly and fire.
quently, and ever and anon she sighed, |
as if in pain, but there was half smile |
VII bH6 UdUy ldC0, anu az UuO sOuCu VI lily
hand, she cried "Papa," in her delirium.
hurrisd away for a physician, and as /
brought him, L told him hurriedly how
much the little one was to us and beg
ged him to spare none OF his skill, as I
could not bear to lose her.
When we were home, he went to her
bedside and felt her chubby little wrist
to note the pulse, took silver spoon and
pressed upon her tongue, that he might
examine her throat, then began parcel
ing out his medicine. / saw q shadow
fit across his face. Il knew it was i'm a
desperate strait. He said he would be
back in half an hour and went away.
The sun had set before his footballs died
away, and the shadows were thicksRing
about us when he came again. He
looked perplexed when he saw his little
patient, so dear to us, but the next mo-
ment his lips were resOlutely set, and
knew he would bring our baby safely
through if in the reach of human skill.
Six weary days have gone since then.
The physician is consulting with half.
dozen others in our parlOr. Our beloved
one lies painting in her little bed, but
the color is gone from her cheek. Her
breath is coming slower-she gasps-she
and nay good wife, almost as
Ddlt dS bh0 VuSlSo llObh llOH |
those pinched little lips with her kerr
chief. There are hard, deathly lines on {
the sweet little face-her little fingers [
are cold and blue-her hair feels damp
and heavy. All! KNOW know! Death
is knocking at the dOOr-the harvest is
ripe and the Reaper stands waiting. The 8
is over. {
Prepare for the end-it is near" says {
he good doctor, and though l expected I
It. my heart almost breaks, and my wife
presses the little form to her bosom and (
,obs violently. The sun Is setting. For v
, moment it shines on the white face of I
he babe, and then theShadOws lengthen I
md it is gone. A gasp stifled cry Of n
Oy on its frothy lips-it is over. The a
unshine is gone out frem our home, and @
he old glOom-the sOmbsr shadows are
and when on the morrow, the
title coffin shall have been borne to the A
,rave, they will be so thick again that t
taught can dispel them until the glori- "
us sun shall rise on that eternal day a
et to dawn.-Through Mail. Fl
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