The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1871-08-25

grasping at cruel weeds, the sweet
mouth full of water. And those
wicked, sinful words ringing through
my ears: 81 don't care where you
go, as long as you keep out of my
sight" l remember leaving the
lhouse with a blind feeling Of going
where my Harry was. Then came
a horrible scene, as of the earth
breaking away under my feet, and ]
knew no more.
A pleasant feeling of warmth, 8
languid sense pervaded my whole
system. l opened my eyes and
glance around the room. A strange
woman by the fire; at the foot of the
bed my husband, with his hands ovel
his eyes. 1 tried to think where
was and what had happened
but in vain. Then nv at
tention was arrested by s
little figure in red flannel night
dress, cuddled up in a big chair
my Harry. Then it all flashed across
my mind. 1 sat up straight in the
bed with faint 'whyP
"What is it?' said feebly.
"You must not talk, lie down.
Oh, darlingr' and the strong man
wept like a child. And the little
figure came and jumped on my bed,
and putting his arm around my neck
cried too. And /, puzzled to know
what il meant, cried also. The strange
figure came and took Harry away,
saying, "Be carefal now, Mrs. Lor-
ing; everything depends upon quiet.
"Tell me all now," l said, 81 must
know had such horrible feeling.
Oh, Harold, l dreamed Harry was
drowned"
His face grew white. 'He was
near death. Geo, Gray got him out
of the pond. Gray sent down to the
Office for me; 1 went after DR.. Hoop
er, and he came right up There
was but spark of life, but we sue
ceeded at last"
"How many days ago was it, Har-
old?" said /.
"Seven weeks ago yesterday" said
he smiling.
"Seven weeks yesterday lmpossi-
ble."
"You have ben very sick with the
brain fever, Ella. You was very
near death; for days we despaired
of ever seeing you conscious. You
would call yourself all kinds of
names; you would say "Harry is
drowned, and I made him drown
himself" Last night DR.. Hooper
said the crisis was at hand; if you
lived through the night you would
get well. Oh, Ella! am so thank
ful you are spared to me-
4 have been weak and sinful,
Harold" said l, and then told him
all, not keeping back anything.
He heard me through, stroking
my hair in a gentle fashion. When
I finished, he said:
"It has taught you a lesson, Ella,
dear" And that was all.
I soon recovered. For a long
time could not bear Harry out of
sight. 1t seemed as if I could not
do half enough to atone for my
wicked conduct. The thought makes
me shudder noW-if it had been
that Harry had never come
back to me, and that the
last words he had heard
from his mothers lips were so un-
kind. I have had three children
since, and not one of them has ever
received a cross or hasty word from
me. Oftentimes my patience is se-
verely tried, but one thought of that
horrible death to which Harry came
so near, drives the demon away.
Mothers, bear patiently with those
little ones.-Are there not many
whose eyes, resting upon this simple
story, fill with bitter tears at the
of unkind words, and
even blows, to little children laid
away forever-who would give all of
their worldly possessions, yes,
years of their lives, to recall those
hasty words which made their child's
lip culver pitifully, and the clear eyes
dim with tears? All! you cannot
have them back.-They are gone
and your sins remain.