The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1859-10-19
A wIFE,s REMORsE

"Sick sick again X SAID the needless
wife. with petulence. elm so tired nf see
ing pale face from morning till night, ol
hearing groans, Of mixing doses. Ii seems
to me there is little need Of this constant
giving up. Why don't give ups"
Mary Nary cried quiyering voice.
Coming, coming" replied the woman.
/" Oh, dear! how have TO run. He's so i'm
patient, and must always be there. Men
ought never to be sick; they make so much
trouble"
There was but little tenderness in the voice
that answered the faint queries Of the sick
mau and yet Mrs. Nash was not heard d-heart-
ed or an unfeeing woman. Her character
leaned somewhat TO the side Of selfishness,
and being in robust health, she had no knowl-
edge Of the heart-wearing that continual
pull-backs cause TO men Of the strongest
wills.
"Oh. dear! !" sighed the man, half childish
". 1T seems as if my head never did ache
as it does now
1--WE heard yon say that hundred
times said Mrs. Nash, not in the soitest
manner.
"But I'm sure it's worse. If you'll only
pull the curtain down-the least light strikes
through my eyes, even when they are shut. >
Up again." thought the wife, rising
somewhat lmpatiently, scattering her work
with some mise as she did so, and, needless
/ Of the groan that followed, let the blind fall
heavily.
4 I'm great deal Of trouble" said the
sick man, seeing the cloud on his wife,
brow.
! "O', no"--her face cleared up" you're
nutional. nf enurse.-all men are. Men don
know what sickness is, and they are so fright
ruei at the least pain"
:" But this is TERRIBLE cried the invalid
pressing his closed eyelils together.
Oh how he hinged to have soothing han,
upon his temples; but he would not ask hi
vile, because he saw that she had snatche,
up her sewing, and was again engaged in ii
completion.
Hours passed, and the pulse leaped madly
/ the eyes grew strained and crossed with veins
: the temples 1utlered with the thrObbing llesl
and strange words came thickly on tie still
ness Of the chamber.
Mrs. Nash had been down stairs preparin,
supper. She had just sughlngly said, in re
ply 70 neighbor's question concerning he
husband:
"Oh, going d die, as YOU men all are i
son happen IL cut your iinger.'
!, Little she thought how true was the pro.
phesy she 81 unthinkingly uttered. In al
I another moment her eldest son came into Ii,
room.
"isn't Il funny p he cried "pa don
know me. lie called me Mr. Morris, ant
4 asked me II had that will all made out"
"What do you mean, ehilds" His moth
er paused IN the midst Of her work.
= lie doni know me, because kept cal
ling IA, and he looked at me 50 strange, an,
kept asking me il had that will all mad,
out"
4 Her cheek paling little, Mrs. Nash hur
lried up TO the chamber above. Tier hushant
Twas talking wildly TO himself, aud his ap
france had changed irightfully. Seriuusl,
Armed. she sent for the p ici1n. who va
j wonder that he had been called at 80 lat,
an hour.
h The man must have shown symptoms .
\ more than ordinary distress this morning,
10 said. ibid he make complaints "a uuth
1 ing but an ordinary headache I"
i The wife was forced to confess that thl
symptoms had been unusually seyeie, but b.
was so liable TO these attacks that she di,n'
think much Of il. IIer heart, however, con
dcmned her. She was conscious that u,
means and complaints ol her poor sick hus