The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1888-12-07

tucw 50 hi..e OF, until the slckness
came, the suit OF poverty and priva-
ION, blanchlng the cheek and dimming
the blue eyes of the little comforter.
II seemed TO the mother that the wash
had never been so large AT Mrs. Chaun-
rev 5 a. she hurried throu.h the mono
tonous rub, suds and rinse, and nothing
hut the thought OF the money she would
rcceiv' and which she needed 50 sorely.
upheld her aching heart during the
anxious day. She was nearly done now
an Airs. Chauncey came into the wash
Toam she was not IN a p,easHut hu.- or
io-l1y. Her dressmakcr had uisappoint-
d h-T, aIl Mr.. ChaUncey had refused
her Z h new stylc seilsk n cloak she had
asked him for, on tn plea OF hard tin,es,
and she spoke 10 the tired and sorro wing
woman cOldly and ireilully: at seems
% me, Mrs. Dunlap, the washing has
dragged unusually 10 day."
AN sure, MIN, it's unusually large
said the cook, who chancel to be in the
room, pointing to the great basket of
clothes ready for the line.
She was aS near being 4 privile red
character in Mr. Chauncey's household rs
any one in it, Tor her place couli not be
easily supplied, rs she well knew.
is II, indeed, replied Mrs. Chauncey.
coldly, i was not aware of it, but /
came in, Mrs. Dunlap, TO say that
haven't the money To pay you to-day :;
you may come on Friday and DO the
ironing, and L will pay you then" and
she turned ami sailed loitily from the
room.
Are yees going to faint, woman ?"
criel the cook in alarm, "a the poor
mother stood looking alter her with a
face from which every Vestige of color
hal fie {, and bringing a chair, the kind
hearted woman seated lscr III it with
gentle force.
The kin lily touch unlocked the fountain
oi the mothers grief, and amid her sobs
OF distrsss told the friendly cook the
story OF her troubles
I'll liri We the money nesclf" cried
the woman, wiping her eyes with her
apron, her warm Irish heart responding
at once To the sad story she had had
children herself, and knew the depths OF
the mother love. Put on Your things
an hurry home as u'ck rs iyer We can,
an IA hang the clothes to drv, an clane
up the wash room" Mrs. Dunlap locke I
mp IN grateful surprIs.. An here's n
hue, fat orange l bought for me sisters
liulN by, but itQ do the poor sick baby
more good. and she turkel the fruit
into Mrs. bunlap's pocket a she spoke
The mother gladly took advantage of
| the kind otter, and while she was hurry
IuJ ca her poor, thin shaw AMI shabby
| Gel Il old victualS luxurieS 10 her in her
penury, hut unavailable in Mrs. Chaun-
cey'S luxurious kit-hen.
She hurried home, only Stopping 70
purchaS. lew necessities with tho
mon IS the cook hal lent her, aud as
| cen I'D the lony, dark staircase with an
! ANXIOUS heart.
IIIte lane met her at the door. ooh,
! l ana 81, gidi You have couuc, mamma -
she said, IN a Lushed voice. .'iiaby has
mouru-d Tor you all d@y, but she is
! asleep now.
The mother approached the wratched
! bed where the bany lay. the little hands
! crossed peacefully over her breast tho
! goi,ien haIT. wiach the mother loved SO
| much 10 curl aai lOGlle, lying IN dis
! ordered rings upon the strained, white
! forehead, the blue eyes closed and OH, so
| still.
J There was no need for little Jane TO
/ speak IN low tones. and il seemed as ii
| the stricken mother was turned TO stone
rs she stood there, a living statue of
dumb, unspcakaOle anguish the baby
/ Was dcId.