The weekly Butte record., 1866-06-30
The Rebuke.

IIc cav Ills Cuipty hCltit Ou Tue tdUle,
and threw himself on the homely lounge.
He was laboring man, his face was
brown with toll. All day long he had
been out in the hot sun upon the top of
house, stating the roof. Sometimes
his head was giddy and his back weak
but he Strengthened himself with
thoughts If home and the treasures
there. And now at the sound CT his
voice dimples break over smooth red
cheeks, and loving fingers play with
his curls. He shuts his eyes to frame
the picture of his heart-the picture of
his wife getting supper-the picture of
his prattling baby. He feels the cool
Of the evening, and all these things
comfort him, yet he is not quite CRATE
ful-not wholly, for o-day he saw an
other picture that made him envious !;
rich Sam NARROW riding out with his
wife and child-a handsome two; Sam,
portly, contented and smiling, his wife,
with dainty color in her cheek, and rich
garments folded about her.
''He and were boys together" the
poor man said to himself, bending to
his work again ''and see how Provi-
dence has blessed him, though he began
with almost nothing. Now he keeps
horses and carriage, lives in beauti-
full house, has married fortune, and
with plenty of leisure, can bring up his
one boy just as | have longed to my
Tom. |, by marrying early and poor,
have brought burdens upon Mary's
shoulders that must be hard to bear.
Five little ones, and only day laborer
yetn' and he sighed YEARLY.
All day the heavy heart never left
him, and his fellow laborers wondered
what had come over their usually mer-
ry friend; now he had brought that
shadow home with him-the phantom
horse and rider, the envy and care.
"My Mary is handsomer woman
than his wife, he muttered, nursing
his misery, land yet she never knew
rest. As for taking her out for a
drive, "-he ended the sentence with a
bitter laugh.
Moments passed, during which the
cloud grew thicker and heavier. A
neighbor passing by, told of strange
disease that had lately appeared in
their midst; the doctors called it Dip
liberia, she said, and it was terrible
and fatal sickness. Then the door
shut and the voice faded away, but the
something dreary did not pass from the
man heart.
Suddenly there was sound of alarm
in the bright kitchen.
Harry, come here
He arose slowly, and passed through
the door of plain little parlor.
His wife held the baby in her arms /;
the other children were gathered any
iously about her, looking on.
"Nhat can be the matter with him /,
He seemed we'll enough till now. But
his lips are blue, and suddenly he ceas-
ed play; and hear how he draws his
BREATH Harry, he is very sick. YOU
must go for the DOCTOR"
Harry started at once; little Her
bert was his idol-a most beautiful and
attractive child, winning and loving
very angel in the humble home. 1t
was not long before the physician was
in their midst. His first glance was
startling, his second grave. Herbert
was very i'll; the terrible sickness was
upon him in It's most fearful form. All
that night they ministered to him in
his agony, for they felt that in such
struggles the little frail flower would
soon be broken from the stalk, though
shielded by the tenderest care. And.
alas when morning broke in unclouded
brightness, the sweet face of the babe
was set towards it, but it saw no light !:
the spirit had gone to its upper home
and left the house desolate.
How long time elapsed no one knew
in that household. for the hours passed
UNDECIDED; but death came again and