Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1886-05-07
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but he walked with the help of a little
crutch; and the doctors gave his mother
good hope that he would, in time, out
grow his lameness. During the three
years in which she had been Mrs.
Fl.ynn's boarder, the sad little mother
had known much disappointment and
frequent hardship. 1t had been hard to
get work of any kind, and the walk to
the city in the morning and back again
at night had tried her strength severely,
and more than once she had broken
down and felt that all was over. But
as often she had rallied again and made
another trial, and the good-hearted
Irish woman had always encouraged
her; and although she needed the little
weekly sum paid by Mrs. Tinglcr, she,
never asked for it when it was notforth-
coming. At last Mrs. Flynn decided to
move further down into the city, and that
made it easier for her ledger, for she
had found steady employment in a
book-bindery, where the pay was so
good that she every day put away a few
pennies in the little purse she was saw
ing up for BERTHE, who needed medicines
and strengthening food and a certain
mechanical appliance for his little ankle,
all of which could only be got with
money. These We're bright days for
Mrs Tingler, and she was so happy that
She no longer wept in the night or
walked up. from dreams of terror, calling
for the husband, whose ear was stopped
with dust, and then clutching her child
to her heart to still its aching. Then
BERTHE wa growing so strong and beau
tiful-the thought of him filled her life
with Joy. When she cam home in the
long bright summer evenings and saw
his sweet face pressed againt the Win
dow, watching for her, there were a
thousand rich women with every wish
gratitied before it could be spoken who
would have gladly changed places with
Clara Tingler.
There came an evening when BERTHE
watched at the window longer than ever
before for the well-known figure and
the face that was always raised to his
with Il smile. But the sunset glow died
away and the twilight drew on and
brought the night. The lamps were
lighted in the streets and the stars gilt
tered in the sky above, and BERTHE
could not see any face or
figure, for he could no longer see
through the thick tears that scorched
his eyes. At last Nanny Flynn put
him to bed, wondering almost as much
as himself at the non-appearance of his
mother, but not so much alarmed as
surprised. She comforted the child with
the assurance that ''mamma would be
there when he walked up" and with
that hope in his heart little BERTHE had
cried himself to sleep.
There had been an accident on Broad
way that day-a stage had been upset,
and another had collided with it, and the
horses had become wild and unmanage-
able. When order was restored a slen-
der little woman in black was picked up
insensible-a blow on the temple had
done it-and carried to the nearest hos
pital. She never recovered conscious
ness, though for q moment her eyes had
Enclosed, and she murmured n word
-'Bertie." Then a gray shadow crept
over her face, AMI all was over.
There was nothing found on her by
which she might have been identified
the body was kept for two days. but no
friend claimed it. and she was buried.
A little purse of money, all of small
coins, amounting to a few dollars, was
found sewed within the waist of her
dress. 1t had been carefully-oh, how
carefully and hopefully!-savcd for little
BERTHE. 1t 10Y paid for the pine coffin
that held all that could die of Bertie's
mother.
Mrs. Tingler's disappearance soon be-
came an old story in the Flynn house
hold, except to the heart that pined for
her. At first, Mrs. Flynn pitied and
comforted the child after her own way
now, and it spoiled children to bring
them up too s~oft-heartcd."
Then she was disguised with the con-
duct of her late lodg er-"For av coorse
she has run away, an LETT the child on
my hands, scein' as 1 hadn't enough of
my own," she said to a neighbor. The
thought made her bad-tempered and
disconnected, and at odd moments she
vented her ill-humor on BERTHE. But to
do her Justice, such occasions were rare,
and being remorseful afterward she Of
ten gave the child a rough hug and q
warm kiss to make up for her harsh
ness.
Rut as years passed on her ill-humor
increased, and her regret for it died
away. Bert"e grew weak and sickly
without his mothers watGhful care, and
his lameness increased. He always
walked. with a crutch, now, and there
seemed no likelihood that he would ever
walk without chat assistance. He had
grown accustomed to being pushed
out Of the way, and to being told that
he had no right to the little he
ate and drank-and to much
more that, while it sunk like Il stone tc
the depths Of his heart, seemed also tc
cut like Il thrust from a knife. But
there was one hard speech that cut him
more than all else. He heard it often
both from Nanny Flynn and from the
boys, who had grown up to be Il care
and worry to their mother, and the
chief cause of her growing discomfort
and bad temper.
s'What are you for, anyway sickly
cripple, 4 trouble to herself an a bother
to livery one clse-eh9: What are ye for,
anyway"
These were the words that were like
knife-thrusts to Bertie's sensitive heart.
How well he could remember his moth.
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