Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1871-07-07

sthe dear child lets me know when she
wakes; will you go in 2"
The tailor leaned over and lifted up the
latch of rude door that led into closet
like room. The ceiling was very low
There was one large window and close to
that the clean white bed of the sick child was
drawn. A smile, sweet and glad crosse,
the pale, wan face Her hand nestled con-
fdingly IL his fil0s aoa ra4o.g l'9
"Well, Bessie" he asked, sis the pain
gone 1a -+2A
eyes, sir, thank you," she replied, in a
voice like soft, sweet music. sa
"And you look happy that tells me that
the soul is well.'
"Oh, always we'll, and an indescribably
rapturous expression flashed over her sweet
face. pr" asa -ts '14'
"You hear the children at play, some
times p .7His a" a- $50
- Yes; I love to hear them. Mother
cries because I am lying here so helpless,
when they are running about, but I don't
mind it SO very much. . -..-ts y,
ssDon't you feel IS though you would like
to go out and play with them p
Never could he forget the look she gave
him, half sad, half smiling, nor the answer
that followed slowly:
"What good would it do to feel SO p
He said afterwards there was sermon in
that sentence. .f.-g. ...t,. .e III.
just then pale woman entered. She
too greeted the minister with one Of her
J cheering smiles. She had just run over,
she said to get some dinner for her husband,
and Mrs. Clark had sent such nice bowl
of soup to the little one
''How good they are," said Bessie, CRATE
fully.
''All tired out ?. asked the pastor no.
I ticing that she sank somewhat YEARLY into
| the chair
ga little-it's hard work, but it's-it's
healthy"
"You have some blessings" he vcntured
again.
| sSome oh, my cup is running over,'
she replied Look at my husband and
child There's Thomas, one of the kindAst
of men, working like a slave for me and
her never giving himself any pleasure,
while most of the men in our neighborhood
squander their earnings and drink and quar-
rel 0, sir, indeed I can't thank God
enough fol- my blessings
"Well, we'll, it beats all, !" murmured the
clergyman to himself, as he left tie house
''Here are two people like slaves; sickness
and the prospect of death staring them in
the face-and yet they are as happy, aye,
happier, than kings and queens
| He had scarcely reached his home when
he was met by gentleman whose broad
cloth and personal appearance and manners
denoted that he was man of wealth and
leisure.
pheasant dav,'' said the preacher
eyes, for WONDER" was the ungracious
reply:
"We've had bad weather quite long
enough, and don't suppose this will lest
till tomorrow"
The minister bought of the poor, cheer
full Thomas who was sewing away in his
close shop.
''How is your little daughter p he now
asked.
"No better don't think will eyer be-
I've taken her here and there. and every
where, but Providence, | think. sometimes,
seems to take particular pleasure IN thwart-
ing my plans sa4
"Don't accise Providence, my friend
You have been blessed with large posses
stone, and unbounded opportunities for do
ing good"
Hang the opportunities; I beg your
pardon I am in a bad mood. and | could
add plague take the possessions As to
doing good, I invariably get cheated if I un-
dertake to do benevolent deed. The fact
is, I'm in hot water all the time about some
mishar or other My gardener died yes
terday, an invaluable man, and where am
to get another with 1.-THE of his qualifca-
tions cannot tell." ...
The Minister'S face frightened.
''Perhaps | can" he said. T
"You?'' 5.6. ....e..
eyes, I, my friend I think you need a
lesson. want you to see poor laboring
man. He has little girl who has been
confined to her bed for months. [ think
together, they can read you sermon
such as you may not have listened to before
better than from any pulpit"
"Ah. [ see, you We got another case of
destitute honesty, but Til go With you, es-
peeially as there is sick child in the case y
That same afternoon the rich and portly
stranger astouished the poor journeyman
tailor with his august presence.
"Thomas," said the clergyman, who &C.
comranied him, Il want you to tell this
gentleman your dream )" and the poor man.
after little hesitation, complied. When
he spoke Of the pleasure Of little BESSIE at
the great and beautiful change, the eyes of
the rich merchant filled with tears.
"Where is this little child who loves the
country SO much he asked.
The tailor Unattached the little door. Bes.
sic was suffering from one of her paroxisms
of pain, but though great drops Of anguish
stood upon her forehead, tho the sweet
eyes were languid with suffering, the old
smile, 50 fall Of beauty came 70 her lips,
when her pastor bent over her,
Good heavens! to be sick here" ex'
claimed the merchant, his thoughts revert
ing to the luxurious surrounding Of his own
child.
"Therc is something finer than common