Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes County, Ohio) 1856-1865, 1860-10-11
Miseellaneoas.
A wife's RemOrse.

with petulence. 81 am so tired of seeing
a pale face from morning till night, of hear.
ing groans, of mixing doses. 1t seems to
me there is little need of constantly giving
up-why do not l give upG"
"Mary, Mary" cried quivering voice.
"Coming coming" replied the woman,
"Oh dear! how L have to run. He is so
impatient, and l must always be there;
men ou.ght 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 man, and yet Mr.. Nash was not
hard hearted as unfeeling woman. Her
character leaned somewhat to the side of
sel6sbness, and being in robust health wean-
ing that continual pull backs cause to men
of the strongest wills.
"Oh dear,' sighed the man, half childish
ly, ait seems TO me as if my head never
did ache as it does now"
II have heard you say that hundred
times over, said Mrs. Nash, not in the
softest manner.
"But am sure it is worse-if you will
only pull The curtains down-the least
light strikes through my eyes, even when
they are shut"
''Up again." thought the wife, rising
somewhat impatiently, scattering her work
with some noise as she did so, and heed
less of the groan that followed, she let the
blinds fall heavily.
"Iam a great deal of trouble to you,'
said the sick man, seeing the cloud on his
wife's brow.
20, nor. her face. clearing up-"you
are rational, of course, all men are-men
do not know what sickness is, and they are
frightened at the least pain"
"But this is terrible" cried the invalid,
pressing bis closed eyelids together.
o, how he longed to have some sooth-
thing hand upon his temples but he could
not ask his wife, because he saw that she
had snatched up her sewing and was again
absorbed in its completion.
Hours passed again the pulse leaped
madly, the eyes grew strained and crossed
with veins, and the temple auttered with
the throbbing fesh-and strange word
came thiekly on the stiffness of tho cham
Der. ...a,t.
Mrs. Nash had been down stairs prepar-
ing supper; she had just laughingly said,
in reply to neighbor's question concern
ing her husband:
80, going to die, as you men all are if
you cut your finger"
Little she though how true the prophe-
cy she so unthinkingly uttered. In anoth-
er moment her oldest son come into the
room.
ais it not funy?' he cried; ''pa does not
know me. He called me Mr.. Morris, and
asked me if | had that will made out"
Her cheek paling little, Mrs. Nash
hurried up to the chamber above. Her
husband was talking wildly to himself, and
his appearance had changed frightfully.-
Now, seriously alarmed, she sent for a
physician, who was all wonder that be had
been sent for at SO late an hour.
"The man must have shown symptoms
of more than ordinary distress this morn
ing" he said; adid he make complaint Of
nothing more than ordinary headachei"
The wife was forced to confess that the
symptoms had been unusually severe, but
be was so liable to those attacks that she
didn't think much about it. Her heart,
however, condemned her. She was con.
scious that the moans and complaints o.
| her poor, sick husband had irritated her to
an unusual degree, and that she had borne
far from patiently with him. Now she
was ready to make all amends. With tears
and loving thoughts she however leaned
over the sick bed, accusing herself-as ere
ry wild cry rang out, and still there wal
no consequences, still he felt not the kline
hand, saw not the streamig eyes-of be
/ ing the cause Of all his wretchedness
through her selfish neglect.
Tears, hot and copions, wild prayers t.
Heaven, sweet and fervent words Of love
availed nothing. The death-hour came
and with it consciousness. Arrows couk
. not have pierced that sad heart as did tn
last words Of the dying man:
"Dearest, you have been good wife Il
me-"
The meek face looked calmly whit
amidst the easement Of the grave, but j