Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1871-04-12

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child lets me know when she awakes
will you go in?''
The tailor leaned over and lifted the
latch of ruGo door that led into 6
little, closet-life room. The ceiling
was very low. There was one large
window and close to that the clear
bed of the sick child was drawn. A
smile, sweet and glad, crossed the pale
wan face. Her hand nestled confidine
ly in his
"Well, Bessie" he said, ssis the
pain gone 90
eyes sir, thank you" she replied IL
voice like soft sweet music.
"And you look happy; that tells me
that the soul is well.
"Oh, always well," and an indies
cribly rapturous expression flashed
over her face.
"You hear the children at play,
sometimes r.
eyes; / love to hear them. Mother
cries because I am lying here So help
less, when they are running about, but
1 don't mind SO Uery much. "
"Don't you feel as if you would like
to go out and play with them 2"
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
so2n
Hesaid afterwards there was a sermon
in that sentence.
Just then a pale woman entered.
She, too, erected the minister with one
of her cheeriest smiles. She had just
run over, she said, to get some dinner
for her husband, and Mrs. Clark had
sent such nice bowl of broth for the
little one.
"How good they are!" cried Bessie,
gratefully.
ssAll tired out2 asked the pastor, no.
ticing that she sank wearily into the
chair.
GA little-it's hard work, but it's
healthy"
You have some blessings" he ven
tured again.
she replied. "Look at my husband
and child! There's Thomas one of the
kindest of men, working like a slave
for me and her-never giving himself
any pleasuse while most of the men in
this neighborhood squander their earn
ings, and drink and quarrel. 0 sir,
indeed [ can't thank God enough for
my blessings"
'"Well, well, it beats all, murmured
the clergyman to himself as he left the
house. 'SHere are two people, work
ing like slaves; sickness and the pros
pect of death staring them in the face
and yet they are happy, aye, happier
than kings and queens
He had nearly reached his home
when he was met by gentleman,
whose broadcloth, and personal appear
ance and manner denoted that he was
man of wealth and leisure.
pleasant day." said the preacher.
eyes, for a wonder was the I'M
gracious reply. We've had bad wealth
this will last till tomorrow"
"The minister thought of poor,
cheerful Thomas, sewing away in his
close shop.
GLOW is your daughter ~ he ask
ed
g No better don't think she ever
will be. I've taken her here and there
and everywhere, but Providence, Think
sometimes, seems to take particular
pleasure in thwarting my plans.
"Don't accuse Providence, my friend.
You have been blessed with large pos
sessions, and unbounded opportuni-
ties for doing good. y
Hang the opportunities Ibeg your
pardon; I'm in g bad mood, and l
could add plague take the posses
sions. AS to doing good, I invariably
get cheated if [ undertake to do be-
nevolent deed The fact is Pm in hot
water all the time about some mishap
or other My gardener died yester-
day, an invaluable man, and where [
am to get another with 1.-THE of his
qualifications, cannot tell.
The minister's face frightened.
Perhaps I can, " he said.
"You?"
eyes, [, my friend; think you need
a lesson. [ want you to see a poor,
contented laboring man. He has a
little girl who has been confined to her
bed for months; I think, together,
they can read you sermon such as
you may not have listened to, before
better than from any pulpit "
"Ah, [ see, you've got another case
of destitute honesty; but I'll go with
you, especially as there's sick child
in the case.
That same afternoon the rich and
portly stranger astonished the poor
journeyman-taiIor with his august pres
ence.
"Thomas, said the clergyman who
accompanied him, "I want you to tell
this gentleman your dream !" and the
poor man after little hesitation COM
piled. When he spoke of the pleas
ure of little Bessie at the great and
beautiful change, the eyes of the rich
merchant filed with tears.
"Where is this little child who loves
the country so much {? a" he asked.
The tailor unattached the little door,
Bessie was suffering from one of her
paroxysms of pain, but though great
drops of anguish stood upon her pale
forehead, though the sweet eyes were
languid with suffering, the old smile,
SO full of beauty, came to her lips,
when her pastor bent over her.
+. "Good heavens to be sick here u
exclaimed the merchant, his thoughts
vererting to the luxurious surroundings
of his own child.
"There is something finer than COM
mon in the atmosphere of this place,
with all its poverty, he whispered to
the clergyman; 81 wonder if this man
knows anything about gardening2"
"Ask him-stop and he. turned to
the tailor
"Well Thomas, he said, "suppose
the Lord should bring your dream to
pass-what should you say.?"
Thomas paused moment, and then
looked up with smile.
81 should say it was just like Him. ,
Well Thomas, do you know any
thing about gardening?n asked the
merchant.
81 was brought up to it, SIR" an.
swered the tailor modestly.
"Then throw down your lap-board,
man, and put up your needles, for youl
dream is coming true. Ihave just lost
nv gardener On nv estate Is n nice