The Bennington evening banner. (Bennington, Vt.) 19??-1961, 1921-09-20
THE WIDOW AND LITTLE GIRL
A True Life Story
BY UNCLE HARRY

l'l OeNAAE IlAhhl
| Once upon time, rich man sal
by window, meditatng over a recent
bereavement. The door-bell rang
This put stop to his sad reyerie, Sc
he opened the door and he was very
much surprised to see little gr
about the age Of his daughter that
had recently died.
Wed, little girl, who do you wish
t. see n
y want to see the lady OF the house
SirlI replied the little girl
She is not in, but viii bein few
minutes Come in and re t, for you
look red
The little g'rl entered and we will
now et these two talk, and not inter
rupt them Maybe some kind spirit
will inform us il it considers it pru-
dent?
"My, but tAis bread and milk
tastes very good No, will not eat
il all wIll take some Of it home for
Mother and the baby. Its name is A.
lonza. Is not that nice name for a
boy baby? And God sent him to Mota
ef. two days before father died Han
nah the black woman that lives next
door to us. took the baby to fathers
room. but father could not see
ii for he was blind But he
kissed one of its pretty little
hands and said, God bless and
protect you, my son. That night father
died, and next day he was buried, and
Fido. fathers pet dog went to the
funeral but it did not come back home.
1t was found dead lying on fathers
grave, Mother had poor Fido buried
close to father. Yes, Mother is very
POOR now. She had to sell the organ
that father gave her the next year
they were married. | cried for |
could play Home Sweet Home.
Mother said that our home was home
Of sorrow and distress. Then she
would say to herself, No, no, will
not tell them loved him and | will
not tell my condition
NO, do not know who; she VIII
not tell, No do not go to school
now for the boys and little girls viii
not play with me any more. They tel
me that my shoes show my toes and
heels, and my dress is all patches.
One big girl told ME that ! did not
have flesh upon my bones Sufficient
to grease a griddle.
mo Mother cannot work now for
she has a felon on her right hand. she
intends to sell our best carpet and the
furniture. Even after all is sold |
will not tell them. then she adds,
after we starve our body then wei.
come death takes what is left
81 wish mother would stop talking
to herself Then she would not cry
so much. Once she said, My God. II
they have not lost their heart and soul.
they would not let their own heshland
bones starve. but will die, and they
will not know, for viii take my chill
dren with me- Then we will meet the
only man | ever loved
Just before left home Mother
kissed me and said My dear iona |
feel cheerful this morning. God in
tends to help us
Before the little girl had finished
speaking, the door opened and the
mans wife and his son stepped into
the room. why Stephen, who is THIS
little child and who is she talking
about? She is the image of our dear
daughter. who departed this life just
one week ago
After her husband had informed her
what the girl had told him she said,
stephen, ] really believe that this
childs mother is my long lost sister. .
Little girl, what is your mot1ers
nsme?'
Her name is Susan, but father
called her Sue"
stephen. my prayers have been
answered. Take me to her at once
for this child is her very image. |
told my parents that | would try to
find her Oh, how rejoiced they will be
to see their run away daughter and
forgive and k SIS away the past
Mother, this is the little girl that
met on the street that | told you
about, and gave her penny and
told hor where lived. Do not take
her home. Ike her for she looks Just
like Jennie that God took to Heaven y
Now the rest of this over true
story, IN quick step: The lost sister
was found the run.a way daughter was
met by her parents, kissed and for.
given In due time the little boy that
gave the little girl penny grew to
manhood, and as the little girl. that
knew how to play Sweet Home SO
nicely was of proper age, these two
were duly dog gone.t. you can guess,
for refuse to tell all know
p, s. viii admit that the wedding
supper was delightful, and the ball
ditto
(Written by Harry c. Powell Sc
years old who IS located at the Town
Farm, Bennington, September, 1921