The Barre daily times. (Barre, Vt.) 1897-1959, 1907-09-04
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Ii Il soon your going to that beau
fiftsl land. ma1zar are Yea sure Fo9'Il
saa ms papa there, mnzzaT Ii he
shouldn't 3 there then what would b.
Again and again Nsn kissed her ma,h
er6s pale fare, aud again and again She
Fepeated her wondering questions Asiz
zar stfoked the haby bands, As she softly
turned har head away, while the hot
tears forced themselves between ths
closed eyesitis.
She had tried to make plain to little
Nan that shs must 60 awav, she had
hoped I'd make tie way seem peaceful
and the memory 81 herself 0nly 4 happy
one But now as little Nan, tired With
har own aaesti1nings, fell asleep. her
bFirhk head close III her mothers, %
the weary and lonely woman. struggling
between mother love and mortal weak
ness. the dark river looked nsar and ter
ribEe THE struggle for faith and peace a
hitter noekery; and utter despair filed
her being The warm breath Of her lit
Z kle daughter upon her chass but remind
M Her Vi the utter loneliness 10 soon
To be her darling haby's portion. she
pictured her a blooming girl treading
\ the treachernHs paths of maidenhood,
( sngaided by mothers gentle hand.
ianwarnea 81 mothers ~atehfal love;
she thought 81 her daughters joys her
ttTiuinphs, which she so longed To share
~ her sorrows. Which she would have
I made her own, and a mighty sob shaok
4 her slight frame IL she caula but take
\ Her llttie one with ner. but clasp her
closely Ia her arms. bow willingly w0ald
/ she 10: bsHf hers was only te die. her
4 precious cliilsgs 70 i've and suffer and Al
+ the daEk shadows al distruss and despair
I closed around hss and her heart seersed
bursting With Its load. out of her yery
agUnv seemed 10 cnFne a calm, a wGFYier-
fill peRce, the struggle ceased. the unseen
angel of death seemed very near. and
cut 81 the darkness and ssili1ess OF the
night eanne aniet trust that can leave
its best. its aIl III tha keeping III the enc
als merefftsl. FTe viii eive Els angel:
charge over thee, to keep thee in all fbg
wage bat before the angel of deatt
4 had brought peace II her wearied frame
4 His angels 81 faith and trust had borne
tupwarl that soul with their hsneiictior
of perfect peace
Il The fire fseSefe5 rheerfully ii tht
crate. casting Long and lingering shad
ows over . Pheasant ROOM and as thg
lights and shadows played Up and dowr
over the Young mothers face, q gentl,
snlile parfed her lips and soft hight
sh0na from her EYES Gently Abe eroonei
her lullaby rs the bunch of pink ans
white humanity Ii her arms. ard otter
she pressed her lips to its Yelrety cheek
N Ean9 into the night she held her tahy
close. while hsE thoughts wandered back
was3 over twenty years, ard q dim pie
tuge Of anotbef mother, slim and pale
and another Nan plump ard roay. csmi
before her eyes again she heard be-
naafhsgs 0eatle voice and felt che sofi
pressure 81 her hand as she rssigriet
hsg baby 10 the SIT powerful Father
cares and suddenly clasping her owT
Van 20 her. she poured out her soul il
earnest. longisg prayer thar her owl
life might N spared to guard and bright
~ her daYliEu's way and 70 lead her B,
the calm clear light OF mother. love INK
ths paths az usefulness ard peace.
Rachel c. osgood.