The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1888-11-14
Pathetic Cry Of a Sweet Child
VINO Plead P5teousiy and
then Died.


Tic child WAS 40 sensitive, 80 Ike thst
E,ae shrinking plant that cpris st tie
breath and shuts is heart from the light
Tie only beauties she possessed were
an e~xceedinglv transparent skin and The
nasi moumfrl. large blue eyes.
Ihad been Trained By a very sicrn-
strict c~snsesentiens mother, bat was q
hsrlv piasl. reb5lndinc aaer eseg
shock. si9nsne coaii not dsani'
tfsoush discipline iaBei re. fancied,
alas, that I must 70 through the same
routine With this delicate creature -
one day when she had d~ispleased me ex-
eeodiugly by repeating an offence, vas
determined TO punish her severely. /
was very serions all day, and upon send
lug be 10 her little couch said. Nov,
my daoshtcr. 10 pnaish you, and show
you how very, very naughty you have
been. I shall not kiss You io-night'
she stood IookinEiat me, establishment
~personifel. with her great mournful eyes
wide open-I supposed She had forgotten
her misconduct iill then and Ileft her
with big tears rapping down her cheeks
and her little red lips quivering.
Presently I was cent for Oh mamma
Won will kiss me; J caut go TO sleep II
you don'tr she s8bhed, every M other
voice trenbling, and he held out her
little hands.
Now came the s-r1ggse between love
and what ! falsely termed duty. Ny
heart said give me a kiss Of peace my
stern nature urgel me 90 persist in my
correction tbat ItEsight impress the fault
upon her mind. That was the way !
had been trained, uB I was most submiss-
i've child and I remembered how had
often thanked my mother since for her
straightforward course.
kneit by the bedside. Mother can't
kiss VOC, Elem l whispered, though ey-
cry word choked me. Her hand touched
mine it was very hot, but ] attributed
81 10 her excitement. She turned herlit-
lie grierinc face 70 the wall ! blamed
myself az The fragile form shook with
self suppressed sobs. and crying, Mother
hopes little Ellen viii learn 10 mind her
aGer THIS, left the for the night.
Alas in nay desire 10 be severe I forgot
20 be f~orgiYine.
It mast have been twelve o'clock when
! was awakened by my nurse, apprehen-
sive. 1 ran eagerly 30 the childs chamber,
7 had a fearful dream.
Ellen did not know me. She wal sit
ting up, crimsoned from the forehead to
the throat: her eyes SO wild that | almost
drew back ag1ast at her g%lances.
Prom that night raging fever drank
up her life and what think you vas the
incossant plant that poured into my
anguished heart? "Oh, kiss me, mamma.
do kiss me I can't 20 10 sleep. won't
be naughty # you'll only kiss me- Oh,
kiss me, dear mamma, ! can't go to
sleep"
Holy little angel! she did 90 to sleep
one gray morning and she never woke
again: hever Her hand was locked
ID mine and al my veins grew icy with
lis gradual chill. Family the light faded
out Of the beautiful eyes; whittier and
whittier grew the trenulous lips. She
never knew me but with her last breath
she whispered, Il will be good, mamma,
If only you'll kiss me"
Kiss her God knows how passionate,
but ~unavailiug were my kisses upon her
cheek and lips after that fatal night God
knows how Wild were my prayers that
she might know, if but only once, that
kissed her. God knows how ] would
have yielded up my life, could ] have
forgiveness Of that sweet child.
Well, grief is %nnavailing now, She lies
in her little tomb. There is a marble Urn
her head, and a rosebush at her feet
there grows sweet summer flowers there
waves the gentle grass there birds sing
their mathis and vespers there the blue
sky smiles down to-day, and there lies
buried The freshness Of my heart.