Kenosha tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1855, 1855-03-29

ed all her preparations. aud her though
were silently thanking God for her happy
home. and for all the blessings OF life,
when Tom ran in. His face was rs white
as ashes. and he could hardly get his words
cut: Mother! mother! He cannot gel
down.!
Who, lad? Thy father asked his moth
er.
They have forgotten to leave him the
rope answered Tom. still scarcely able to
speak. His mother s.artedup horror-struck.
and stood for moment as if paralvzcG;
then pressing her hands over her face, as
1t toshutout the terrible picture. and breath
ing prayer to God for help she rushed
out of the house.
When she reached the place where her
husband was at work a crowd had collect.
ed round the foot ofthe chimney, and stood
there quite helpless, gazing up with faces
! full Of sorrow. He says he'll throw him.
self down. exclaimed they, as Mrs Howard
came up. He is going to throw himself
! down
Thee munna do that, lad! cried the wife
| with clear. hopeful voice; thee munna do
that Wait bit. Tax off thy stocking,
lad. and unravel it. and let down the
| thread with q bit Of mortar. Best hear
me, Jem?'
The man made sign Of assent, Tor i:
seemed As il he could no. speak and taking
off his stocking, unravellcd the worsted
thread, row after row. The people stood
around in breathless silence and suspense,
wondering what Toms mother could be
thinking Of, and why she sent him in such
hate for the carpenters ball Of Irvine.
Let down one end of the thread with a
bit of stone, and keep fast hold ofthe other
cried she to her husband The little thread
came waving down the tall chimney, blown
hither and .hithcr BY the wind. but at last
il reached the outstretchcd hands that were
waiting for it. Tom held the ball of string
while his mother tied one end of it to the
worsted thread Now pull it up slowly
cried she to her husband, and she gradually
unwound the string as the worsted drew
it gently up. 1t stopped-the string had
reached her husband. Now, hold the string
fast, and pull it up cried she, and the ring
grew heavy and hard for Tom to pun. and
his mother had fastened a thick rope to it.
They watched it gradually and slowly un-
coiing from The ground, as the string was
drawn higher.
There WAS but one COLLECT. 1t had reach
ed the top. Thank God Thank God! ex-
claimed the wife. She hid her face in her
hands in silent prayer. and. trembling re.
ioccd. The rope was up. The iron to which
it should be fastened was there all right;
but would her husband be able to make use
OF them?-would not the terror of the past
hour have so unneryed him, as to prevent
him from taking the necessary measures for
his safety? She did not know the magic
influence which her few words had exer-
cised upon him. She did not know the
strength that the sound of her voice so calm
and steadfast, had filed him with--as if
the little thread that carried him the hope
Of life once more, had conveyed to him
some portion of that faith in God, which
nothing ever destroyed or shook in her
true heart. She did not know that, as he
waited there, the words came over him
why artthou east down, 0 my soul? and
why art thou disquieted within me? Hope
thou in God She lifted up her heart to
God for hope and strength She could do
nothing nete Tor her heart turned to God, I
and rested on him as on II rock.
There was great shout. He's safe,
mother, he's safe, cried little Tom. Thou st
saved me Mary said her husband, fold
ing her in his arms. But what ails thee?
thou seem'st more sorry than glad about it.
But Mary could not speak; and if the strong
arm of her husband had not held her up,
she would have fallen to the ground-the
sudden joy, after such great fear, had over /
come her. Tom. said his father, let thy
mother lean on thy shoulder, and we will
take her home And in their happy home !
they poured forth their thanks to God for his ,
great goodness, and their happy life toseth
er felt dearcr and holier for the peril it had /
been in, and for the nearness that the danger
had brought them unto God. And the holt !
day next dsy--was il not. indeed, a thanks
giving day?
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