The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1871-02-23
- TIPToN. owAsFEBRUARY 90, 1871. =

chimney; the cooking stove was getting
hot, and the tea kettle beginning to feel
It, influe8ce. 59> a@
.'Motber; do 60 70, you will take cold
In this cold room" entreated Alma, and
she would have prevailed had she stop.
ped there. Butsbe added,
II never saw such ! girl as you are,
Jennie Harding. You GRE never ready
when your turn comes. I do believe
you would rather mother would do your
work, lit killed her, than to do 1t your
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IL You know better, Alma. Mother,
shaH Alma talk % to me? I'm sure /
could not make the Are burn. lift would
not do IT, .ssss. a5
| I"My dears. please to stop this kind Of
talk. II hurts me much more than the
cold can," said the mother, whose
health for several years had been very
t.eoor. y :
The girls all became silent, and the
supper progressed finely. Many hands
make Light work, and as the stamping
of heavy boots was heard at the back
door, everything was smoking hot on
the sasls. BY making. the Did stove
RED. N4 thsrocni !. ich wa. dining.
| rodh\s1se.i as kftche had been rend.
tiered b 4his time, confdtably warm.
+ "Wdi this looks pleasant, don't 1t,
boys" said Mr.. Harding, as all three
came il, Caps were tossed hastily into
corners, and chairs as hastily placed
about The well filled board.
A hearty (perhaps little hur-ied)
blessing was pronounced over the food,
and then the work of the hour began in
earnest. The first edge of hunger dull
ed, Mr.. Harding was able to think of
wife. A sneeze from her startled him.
He knew, too well, what that meant.
"Why, mother! have you been taking
another cold?" he asked anxiously.
How have you exposed yourself?"
Sharp glances from two pair Of very
handsome eyes, were shot at Jennie,
just then; but the father did not observe
them. He was too intent upon his
wife.
"Oh! l hope it's nothing, Luther.
Don't be uneasy. III take aconite, and
60 early to bed and it may be all gone
by morning. .''S@. '.."
1T may be; but l IN afraid not, Mercy;
drad to hear sneeze from you worse
than to hear the cry of fire."
And there was good reason why he
should. Every cold Mrs. Harding had
taken for several years had made her
sick in bed, sometimes for weeks. And
she took cold very easily. A sudden
chill was almost sure to cause her to
have one. s.
"How wrong, then, for her OF expose
herself as she had DONE" some one
says. -
True, but what mother who fears q
quarrel between her children; what wife
who fears the displeasure and discom.
fort Of her husband, ever remembers
herself under such circumstances"
Mr.. Harding's fears were well found.
ed. The next day. although she man.
aged to rise and come to breakfast for
the sake Of the family, the dear
gentle mother was very sick. She
could not remain up, and poor Jennie
shed bitter tears to witness the suffer
ings that her fault in part 20, how aston.
ished Mr.. Harding would be were he to
be told that he was greatly to blame in
the case) had occasioned. Her sisters
did not reproac!: again. They saw her
grief Besides, they feared for their
mother SO much that all other thoughts
were banished from their hearts. She
grew rapidly worse, and the physician
who was summoned was evidently in
doubt of her recovery.
But the beloved parent was not, at
this time, to be removed. God had
pity on the afflicted family, and took
not Mercy" from them. After several
weeks of suffering che was again able to
be about house; and you may well be-
lieve that Jennie was never again back
ward or tardy when it came to her turn
to build the fire.
No; and to this day the only strife lin
regard to work. in that family, is which
shall take best care OF "mother, and
do most to make sure Of keeping her
with them, and making comfortable and
pleasant her stay.
My young readers, how is it in yom
home?
Is "mother" watched over and reliev-
ell Of al! that is possible; or is she the
slave aud pack horse ofthe whole fami.
ly?
In too many cases the latter is the
case. There is no rest nor comfort for
her until she folds her hand in death,
and is laid away in her grave.
And thither hundreds of overworked
mothers are borne every year, who by
the thoughtful care of their children
might be saved. o, how bitterly the
children weep and mourn when it is all
too late.
"You will soon be made to repent of
your treatment Of your mother" was
said to an only daughter, not long ago.
Her mother was not wei! and did not
like to be left alone; but Katie could not
endure confinement, and was off. here
there, and everywhere, every fair day.
And when kept in the house by storms
she fretted and troubled her sicl; moth:
er, whose falling heart yearned greatly
for the tenderness and love daughter
ought to give.
Well. now that dauuhter has M o,a
to call after her, as she leaves the
house,
Don't STAY lnnn X Katia. I m, lonason,a