The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1908-12-23

Years eye
- ann soin4 to stay awake tonfsht. Christine.
to her little body
She watched tho clocE tin ii pointed 10 Twelve
then listening intently Size watched the hand
ra%elline slowly over one two three fonr fy.
minutes past. For some reason The chimes fba1
she had listened 10 every New Years ovc eyer.
since she was born did MOI ring thai night Fora
face: then She said
Ma1 &eter heal the Nelr Years cAi4ne oeaia
on di3h.
I3en a siorons change came over her and
claspin& her little hands together and lifting her.
eyes heavenward she continued:
But | hear sweeer music Listen Mama
little arms aloft They are here. here every
where stretching out both arms as if she wished
to Join them.
Her mother CAUGHT the little hands in her own.
and pressing them her lips said softly Inc
tears streaming down her face: My baby girl
my baby girl. StaB'-stcY rim Wa1ar
Turning the beautiful blue eyes in which there
was already halo of light once more upon her
mother she whispered:
Don't srieve for me Mama me mart mat
torres go1 e.iH MT die.'-the last words she ever
uttered.
Slowly the little arms fell by her stae-tbo
ceath damp gathered upon her brow and the
sweet blue eyes We're soon closed forever
"i4qela; I'ea' i"Qolo'" sobhed the Doctor
aloud, and the poor Doll snemet, To ween with
him After while she continued
They forgot all about me. and / saw them
dress her in her sweet white frocl and lay her
IN bed o 'i1es OF the valley after saw
her laid in no lttl white clsket in !; bed of
roses and 10y carried her away in spite of the
weeping OF he poor stricken mother
iaS IN my little crib Liz one b nlnlled for days.
fot weeks for months maybe lor had no way
OF counting time My ewes closed; could
Finally one day lie sorrow1pa mother cama
mo he room. and finding me in the crib picked
me ny ana held me IN her arms like ANGELA used
70 DO and cried over me for LONG long time
pnt was so miserable myself that | could no,
comfort her She had CHANGED so much that
would scarcely have known her. Her dark hair
WAS all threaded with silver
IT is white noW murlured the Doctor
10 You know herg eagerly asked the Doll
lhlnk 50; and YOU Shan sec her But Won
must tel me how YOU happen to be here,'
We led wandering life since then Some
one came INTO the room that day and found her
with me i'm her arms. and taking me from her
lheN led her gently away After that was packed
UP IN a large trunk with gAneela's frocks and
seemed TO 20 10 sleep for IA long time two or
three Years maybe when day some one came
la'o me room, and opening the trunk said ii
was pity that those pretty clothes should he
iitl y AWAY when so many poop children we're with
out amy to keep them warm. heard someone
si@h--then Ansea's mother spoke
AXE them away, she said Take Them ia
, inc poor children; that is what ANGELA would
IKE to have done with them and she left the
room; She could not bear to look at the little
trocks and the slippers that Angela had worn
Il remember said Herman ut was / who
persuaded her to give up the sad mementoes'
lhe@ Hpu are HefmanI joyfuy exclaimed the
doll thought from the first. and that is why
felt that must talk TO YOU You see YOU have
not changed ! have
Poor Christine, Poor Clmistine Tell me what
happened to YOU"
The rest OF my story is soon told / was taken
TO the Bethesda Home and given to a sweet
lutte girl, who fell ill., They brought her here
aud they brought me with her She died-like
Angela and | was left here. OF course was
ON he downward road when came had lost