The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1866-07-19
The Rebuke.


Sometimes his head was giddy aud his back
weak, but he straitened himself with thought
Of home and the treasures there. And nov at
the sound of his feet, and the sound of his
voice dimpIes break over smooth rec cheeks,
aud loving fingers play with his curls He
shuts his eyes to frame the picture of his
heart-the picture of his wife getting sup
pert the picture of his prattling baby. He
feels the cool of the evening, and all these
things comfort him, yet he is not quite
grateful--not wholly; for to day he saw an
other picture that made him envious; rich
Sam NARROW, riding out with his wife and
chid--a handsome two; Sam, pQrtly, con-
tented 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,
land see how Providence has blessed him.
though he began with almost nothing. Now
he keeps horses and carriage, lives in a
beautiful house, has married fortune and
with plenty of leisure can bring up his one
boy Just as have longed to bring up 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 YETI and he sighed
YEARLY.
All day the heavy heart never left him
and his fellow laborers wondered what had
come over their usually merry friend now
had brought that shadow home with hun
the phantom horse and rider, the envy and
care.
"bly Mary is Ihandsomer woman than
h; - he r,ioarx,
''and yet she never knew rest. AS for ia
king her out for dri ve."-he ended the
sentence with bitter laugh.
Moments passed, during which the cloud
grew thick and heavier. A neighbor passing
by, told of strnge disease that had lately
appeared in their midst the doctors called
it diptheria, she said it was a terrible and
fatal sickness. Then the door shut and the
voice faded away, but the something dreary
did not pass from the mans 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 We're gathered about her,
looking on.
"What can be the matter with him He
seemed we'll enough till now. But his lips
are blue, and suddenly he ceased play; and
hear how he draws his breath! Harry, he is
very sick, you must go for the doctor"
Harry started at once little Herbert was
his idol-a most beautiful and attractive
child, winning and loving-a 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 III its most fearful form. All
that night they ministered to him in his ag-
ony, 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 I'M
needed but death came again and again
and Harry and his wife stood in their lone
home desolate For time his reason was
threatened He accursed God; he heaped
curses on himself.
81 was envious Of another" he cried, and
see hog God has smitten me- o, give me
back my children Only give these blessing
of my eyes, the jewels of my heart and I'll
toll like save-not only through the day
but into tina blackness and chill of midnight
| will live on a crust [ ask not for comfort
but give me my children Lord, for aim
bereft"
His wife, in the midst Of her own grief
tried to comfort him, but he would not lis
ten to reason. He saw only through the
earth, black with damps and horribly alive
with insect vitality, the beautiful brows OF
his five children hidden away from him for
ever and ever.
While this sorrow was still fresh upon
him, came letter postmarked England
His wife opened it, and learned that an I'M
Gle, of whom they had heard nothing for
years, had died within few months, and
left her husband his heir
Over the FIVE graves of bis little children
treasure of gold was ready to be poured.
Harry listened with stony glance What
was wealth to him now? 90 for Just one
loving smile from the bIue,eyed baby. Take
the treasure, dear Lord, don't want it now
rather give me few feet of earth beside
my children. Heap up the gold, and put
my little Berry beside it, living only for
one hour let me feel his dear lips pressed to
mine, and for that choice would barter ev-
cry dollar. o for poverty, blessed poverty,
with my children!'
81 say, Harry, do you know you're fast
asleep in the draft p
Bewildered, up into the thick bearded face
of the speaker the laborer gazed.
| EEIGalI hovop'+ Won "a word IF IUalpOnne
for your brother? What do you see with
those wild eyes of yours? Is the man
crazy?"
For Harry had flung himself upon his
knees aad with strong cries, thanked God
again. Then he sprang up and wrung the
hand of his sailor brother-run up past him.
caught his wife and kissed her, and gathered
his babies about him, held them all to hi'
strong, loving heart, while great tears rolled
down his cheek. Then, as his wife looked
Iup wondering, frightened, he cried in {
choking voice:
dreamed they were all dead, Mary, al
dead and thank God that it was only {
dreadful dream. Never. never, shall b.
envious again. o, Mary, to see them a
they lay there''-and again he covered thei
smiling lips with kisses, sobbing in his joy
And that was the way the repining hus
band and father was led to give up env.
and all uncharitableness Truly, some
times the Spirit doth come to instruct US i
, our dreams.
''What do the Arabs of the desert live O
p pa?" asked a rogueish girl of her father.
Fudge, Nelly, that is an old conundrur
They live upon the sand aphjcb as (sanC
wiches) there"
Yes but pa how do they get EN- p
S ''Weli, really, Nelly, you have me Their
r | give it up"
3! Why. pa, don. you know that the sol
of Ham are bred and musterd in the wilde
|, ness p
l. Come, come, my daughter, that is
y killing; don't say another word,"
''Oh yes, do tell me what they eat {
their sandwiches p
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