The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-12-16
A HIGHWAY WAIF.
How It's Coming Comforted Sor-
rowing Mother.

How It's Coming Comforted a Sor-
rowing Mother.
The great yard of the King George
inn at Cornchester was almost emptied
of men, horses and vehicles when Jere-
uniah Mott, the Willowmere carrier,
entered it 1t was then eight o'clock
of winter evening, and nearly every
BODY had gone home from market. The
stables of the King George were almost
empty. In its accustomed corner stood
old Farmer ScrOoby's gray mare; but
that was not unusual, seeing that
Scrooby never went home until he had
finished his 'market-day lOwance.
He was sitting in the bar parlor just
then, leisurely soaking his capacious
body with gin and-water, aud the oStler
knew that the gray mare would have
TO stand in its stall for a good hour
vet. But it was something very I'M
usual to see Jerry Motifs stout pony in
the stables at that time, and the ostler
was curious to know the reason of the
carriers delay. As usual thing, Jere-
uniah was off and away before six.
Vow be late tonight, Master Mott"
said the ostler, as Jerry approached
the stable door. "You'm away home
afore this, in general"
"Ahl' Jeremiah heaved long sigh.
-'Ah! You be right, Willum; yes, you
BE right Outwards at twelve and in
wards at six-them is my rule, as a
hewtual thing-yes, oh, dear, yes"
We'll, yew be two hours late in go
eng hinwards tonight, then, Master
cLott for it's eight now by parish
church clock.
"Ah. dear, yes!" said Jerry, helping
che ostler to yoke the stout pony into
the shafts of the carriers cart. But
4 was two hours late in startin' from
Willowmerel we see, Willum. Oh, all
yes, of course. Trouble, Wfllun,
kroubae it was that did it. All flesh is
grass amt it, now, Willum?"
"alh, yew be right, Master Mott
Yes, man as is born of woman'-very
powerful effectin' words them be.
Somebody dead, Master MOTIF"
Eyes," said Jerry, heaving another
prodigious sigh. "Oh, yes, Willum. Ny
little GRANDMOTHER"
Nay. What, Bob little gel? l be
sorry to hear ont, Master Mott. And
the only one they had, too! Dear, DEAR
"Ah!" sighed Jerry. Ten months
Did this very day, and as fine child as
ever yew did see. The way it took
uourishmentl Oh, but it's a world o
trou bic in this now, amt it, Willum?'
'eYew be right there, said William.
f0There do be deal O. deaths. Old
Simon Brown died last week-matter
O. niuety-fower he were. All, very sad
Is this world-so it is"
AYE" said Jerry. elm bing into his
cart, and swinging his lantern over its
contents to see that they were all safe
AYE, Willum, we be all born tc
srouble, accordin' to the Scrtpcher
Take it very bad, do some on us, too
when We be called to kiss the rod. too
Human natur', Master Mott human
patur'. Yes, / reckon Bob and his
pore wife IL take it very hard Dear
dear, deal they did think O that child
sure-lyl The way it were dressed like
n quality infant All, sore trouble
Indeed"
Ave, Willum; and, We see, all The
more so cause Bob and his wife has M
more. oh, very desclate house, in
deed. I assewer you, Willum, when
come away. Bob, nv lad says, 'yol
bear up; listen to psrson. Bob, says
Let him speak comfortable words,
says l."
ITO be sure" agreed the Ostler
s''Tis very seasonable Is bit o reli
zion when a mans in trouble"
''Aye!" said Jerry, gathering up tn
reins "Ayel Buried it to-day, the.
did, Willum. Alongside my old woman
1t is-God rest 'em both! Well, goo
night, Willum-a very sad world is thi
here"
Jerry went rumbling out of the var
and through the srchway into the glal
Sng lights of the market place. Csua
Nv he had stopped his pony at tn
sweet-stuff shop and purchased maj
ketinC" for Bob's baby; tonight b
drove sadly past, for the baby wa
dead, and beyond the reach of lollipop
He could see the little green grave !
Nnlowmere churchy ard in his mind
eve as he drove slowly out of Corr
chester and turned into the dark couI
.ry lane that led homeward Such
tiny little mound it was-how strang
that it covered SO much of human loy
and sorrow!
Ii is six miles from Coruchester
willowmere, aud between the mark,
town and the sleepy village lie ~
other places-one rather large co
1ierv village called Plymouth, the oth'
g tiny hamlet called Little Ashby.
was old Jerry's duty to call at bo'
these places. There were parcels
deliver and commissions to give an a
count Of Presently, therefore,
pulled up at the Blue Pig" in Fl
mouth, and after collecting half
dozen miscellaneous parcels from h
cart disappeared into the inn. II
pony remained quietly outside; it W.
accustomed To stay in the same sp
every Saturday evening for 1t least la
an hour.
Everything was very quiet inside Il
Ann The village lay hundred var,