Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1886-12-24

SAID: "A penn 'orth Of bHtttred cakes
and stood with wistful eyes rs the
man b .ttertd the steamiug edibles,
slapped them together. and hade her
"eat en- while they smoked" She
was only child, and her heart swell
ed as the delicious smell rose to her
plnched nostrils; and it took all her
love for Tim to restrain her from TAX
ing just one bite.
Not amorsel had she tasted all day;
ard hunger was tempting her sorely
Keeping her head well up, % that no
sight of the crkes might make her
false to Tim, she started for the oppn-
site side of the street. The roadway
was crowded with carts, but Turie
was not afraid She had almost gained
the opposite side, ~hen an infuriated
horse broke from its masters guiding
hand, and sprang forward. Turie
heard the warning shouts and even
then would have been sale, but her
hat fell forward. binding her eyes,
and in the next instant she was under
the tramplng hoofs, down in the snow,
with the wheels crushing away her
life. Around the pale form pltying
crowd gathered, some only curious
many with the Christmas softness
resting in their moistened eyes
For she was dead. Her fragile
bones were broken in many places.
and h.r face. unEurt, and smiling
with tha triumph of yanqnishe
temptation. and one hand grasplng
the precious food, were all that looked
like Turie. just before. boot boy
had ridiculed her comical hat; now.
with his bare cold hand be strove TO
shape it round the still face. No one
seemed to know who she was. or
where she lived A poor man drew
his cart TO the walk. and laid her on
its rough boards. With an ashamed
movement, he pulled off his warm
cot. covered the broken form with il,
then drove away with the policeman.
and faced the bitter DAY. bare armed.
The matrou at the hospital dropped
tears f sympathy on the white flow
ers she la1 around the child fac
then kissed the peaceful lips, and saw
them close her last frait house. aud
bear Turie 10 the field Of everlasting
quiet. No more Of dancing. no more
Of knitting, 10 more want, but "A rest
immortal. peace eternal. and the raj
ment and glory of the angels for Tu
rie.
Tim lay quiet after Tut,e hal left
him alone. eating has cracker slowly.
and irving 10 believe that It satisfied
him. Whea it wa gone. he watched
the clouds sailing hy. aud thorght Of
the angels that 1urls hal tau ,ht IN u
TO believe dwelt III them. Surely Tu
rie was staying long He covered his
thin arms more closely. for the scrap
of fire she had left was ashes. cold and
dull \ great heavy cloud Of gray.
he thought, must pc the home ot his
father. sturdy and strong Of wore, aud
changed in no way IN his son mind.
Another. soft and bright. he thought,
must hold his Young mother, who had
left him at his birth; and he knew
her waiting for him Was almost at an
end, for his strength failed very fast,
and h could scarcely lift his head
unaided. Surely Turle was long
time coming,
1t was getting so dark. the shadows
were gathering so fast, bnt he heard
no footst p lie felt faint aud weak
from want Of food. Slowly the tears
rose, and dropped silently one by one,
II was 80 dark, \ frightened sob,
and the child nature conquered as the
stiffness OF the room was broken by
his sobs. lie was soon exhausted. and
lay terrified aud shuldering. Then
he called: "rurie, Turie" No an
swer. and with frantic effort he rails
ed himself and slid off the bed falling
so heavily that he was stunned.
He woke with the RAYS Of the candle
showing him the face Of CDrinne, on
whose arm his head was p,llowed. and
his crooked limbs covered by the folds
of her dress. He Was too weak to
speak; but, following the motion Of
his lips. Corinne thought he was try
ing to prav. AMI she said aloud the
words of peace that came to her
When her voice was still, Tim had
gone to find his loved ones. and Turie
among them. little as he knew it.
rorinne learned one dav Of Tarie's
death from u chance witness of the
scene; and through all her life t e
memory of the tender. self denying.
suffering children kept her hcart more
fresh ard pure than it might other
wise have been. The large white
ct"ud. wirh the golden rdgps. and IA
red Iig'.i showing through. lvirg a.
sunset in the far western skv-is il
not the home OF Timothy Qailtv and
his wife and children ?-Eimna Tjier
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