The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1852-07-22
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den reaction; his head reeled, he totter-
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ed, and fell fainting on the snow. ae
The doctor who was summoned to
Philip, had another patient. The older
boy was soon himself again, having been
but slightly injured by the chill Of his
cold bath. But pale, delicate George,
with the terror and wetting, had nearly
worked himself into convulsions. He
was in danger of brain fever, and was
kept by the doctors order in dark
room, for four days, as quiet as possible.
His mother sat by him, holding his hand
or stroking his hot head whenever he
started from his short sleep, screaming
that " Phil was drowning, and the boys
wouldn't go to him !" She would kiss
him then, and call him her noble, her
darling boy. He did not "trouble" her
any longer, though he needed all her at
tention.
And what thought Philip, after COM
ing to himself and learning the whole
story3 Oh, were not burning shame
and regret mingled with his thankfulness
for his rescue? When he walked the
next day about the house, hushed for
his little brothers. sake-when he heard
Eta sob, as she threw her arms around
his neck, ooh won't George erer get
well 20 More than all, when his eye
lighted on the sled daubed with square
inch of paint, which the boys had brought
in for George, his heart smote him as it
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He turned away, and went miserably
to his own chamber He thought of all
his unkind acts to that little brother.
He went to bed at night, but could
not sleep. He tried to pray for George,
and, in making the attempt he fell to
crying. Then he prayed for himself too,
and fell asleep.
In few days, by Gods blessing,
George was once more able to sit up
against pillows, and to see his brother
and cousin. Eta jumped upon his bed
side in glee, throwing her arms around
him. Philip stood quietly for mo.
ment, until George extended his hand
to him, then, his lip quivering, and
bending low he kissed him.
CT have something to show you,
George, - said he. Stepping aside, he
lifted up-the sled. No! Was it the
same George did not recognize it.
1t was, however, no other than the same
once clumsy sled, perfected, polished,
and painted in gay orange and green,
lby the skillful hand Of Philip. A new
rope dangled from its front, and alto
gether it was one of the finest specimens
Of a sled that ever graced country slid
| ing hill.
George almost screamed out his sur.
prise and thanks. "Oh, what beauty!
Dear Phil, how good it was Of you"
"Don't say anything, Georgie," re-
piled Philip, with an attempt to con.
ceal his emotion "you saved my lite J"
"Oh, if you had drowned, Phil!'
The little pale boy shut his eyes and
shuddered. ed I.
There, that is long enough for you
to stay with him to-day" said his ia
ther, who had just come in. "He must
not be excited"
George opened his eyes, and looked
up to his brother with smile Of trust
and love.
George recovered, though weeks pass
ed before he was able to steer his new
sled down the cold hill. But many .
happy slide it has given him since.
Do you think that Philip forgot the
lesson he had learned , Do you think
he disobeyed again by going to slide on
forbidden ice ! Do you think he abused
the love of that precious brother as he
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