Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1862-04-25

Thompson, the wheelwright, had heart
and it was very tender in some places
He liked children, and was pleased t
have them come to his shop, where many
a sled and wagon were made or mendeC
for the village lads without G draft OF
their boarded siXpences.
No, dear he answered in kind
voice, going to the bed and stooping
down over the child, you shan't be left
here alone Then he wrapped her, with
the gentleneSs almost of a woman, in the
clean bedclothes, which some neighbor
had brought, and lifting her in his strong
arms, bore her out into the air and across
the field that lay between the howell and
his home
Now, Joe Thompson's wife, who hap
pened TO be chiIdess, was not a woman
OF sanity temper, nor much given to self
denial for others good, and Joe had much
doubt touching the manner of greeting
he should receive on his arrival. Mrs.
Thompson saw him approaching from the
window, and with rutiling feathers met
him few PAGES from the door, as be
opened the garden gate and came in
He bore a precious burden, and he felt
it TO be so. AS his arms held the sick
child to his breast, sphere of tender
ness went out from her, and penetrated
his feelings. A bond had already cord
ed itself round them both, and love was
,pringing into life.
What have you there; ? sharply ques-
Toned Mrs, Thompson.
Joe felt the child start and shrink
'gainst him. He did not reply, except
~ look that was pleading and cautions
Try, that said, wait moment for expla-
lations, and be gentle;' and, passing in,
arried Maggie to the small chamber on
be first floor, and laid her on a bed
Then stepping back, he shut the door,
nd stood face to face with bis vinegar.
wife in the passage way out
ide.
You haven't brought home that sick
'ratp Anger and astonishment were
n the tones of Mrs. Joe Thompson: her
ace was in flame.
i think women's hearts are sometimes
cry hard said Joe. Usually Joe
thompson got out Of his wife's way, or
ept rigidIy silent and uncombalive when
be first fred up on any subject; it was
nth some surprise, therefore, that she
ow encountered a firmly set counte-
ance and a resolute pair of eyes.
Women'S hearts are not half so hard
5 men'sn
Joe saw by a quick intuition, that his
asolute bearing had impressed his wife
nd he answered quickly, and with real
Be that as it may, every woman at
le funeral turned her eyes steadily from
le sick child's face, and when the cart
eEt off with her dead mother, hurried
way and left her alone in that old hut,
ith the sun not an hour in the sky
Where were John and Kate !? asked
Irs. Thompson.
Farmer Jones tossed john into his
agon and drove of. Kate went home
ith Mrs. Ellis; but nobody wanted the
'or sick one. Send her to the poor
)use,' was the cry,
why didn't you let her go, then p
hat did you bring her here for ?
She can't walk to the poor-house,'
id Joe; somebody's arms must carry
r, and mine are strong enough for that
SIX b
Then why didn't you keep on p
by did you stop here ? demanded his a
fe.
Because I'm not apt to go on fools
rands. The guardians must first be
en-, and permit obtained
There was no gainsaying this.
when will you see the guardians P
is asked, with irrepressible. impa-
nee.
Tomorrow
Why put it off until tomorrow Go II
once for the permit, and get the whole
ng off your hands tonight ST
Jane, said the wheelwright, with an a
pressiyeness of tone that greatly sub
ed his wife, Il read in the Bible some- Il
les, and find much said about little al
ldren. How the savior rebuked the
ciples who would not receive them |
W he took them up in his arms and
ssed them; and how he said that who th
,ver gave them even cup of cold hu
ter should not go unrewarded. Now dc
5 small thing for US to keep this poor wi
therless little one for one night dc
The voice Of the strong. rough man do