Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes Co., O. [Ohio]) 1870-1895, 1871-03-30
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close city air, sir, though it's
niceish sort of place compare,
o some. He says,could we tax,
her into the country, sir, 'twoul,
save her. But here's the work
sir. and here, l suppose, is tn,
duty. That was what he sait
yesterday-nOthing but countr.
air. | felt bad over it last night
So did Mary; her heart is bound
up in the child. l thought wha
a bit of country air and sunshine
would do for her, and we so poo
we couldn't afford that little.
don't complain, sir,it only came te
me, ,like.-Wife and ! prayed ovel
it, and it seemed almost as if the
dear Lord had answered us in a
dream -. -.
'In a dream, Thomas
'Ah, r,the sweetest dream that
ever mortal had. l think it made
me happier man. do, indeed,
sir. There was Bessie on the
grass, and the flowers growing all
around her. Some were as high as
her sweet head,and there was
such pretty color in her sweet
cheeks, such a4fght in her eyes,
and such a ring in her voice as she
cried out: .sH II na
ooh, father, Gods blessed, beau
tiful countryp ''- -
For there's where we were in
our dream, sir; and then l heard
my wife's voice, and there she
stood, sure enough in the doorway
of alittle cottage. l can see it
now; the prettiest picture with
bit of white curtain blowing out
at the open window, and all
about were trees, and grass, and
flowers. And l thought to my
self, my woman won't have to
slave her life out over the wash
tub. 1t made me so light O. heart,
and the wife says she laid and lis
tened to me laughing in my
Sleep
|. Il wish your dream might come
true, Thomas; have you faith to
believe it will2' @
God is able,' said Thomas, soft
ly, stitching away. sI'm certain
it would be just like Him. And
if He don't see fit, you know, sure
| ought to be thankful for the
dream itself, barring that Mary
cried when told her, and said
that maybe it meant that wee
Bessie would soon be put under
the daisies. There's Bessie's tap,'I
he added; 'the child lets me know
when she wakes; will you go in?'
The tailor leaned over and lift
ed the latch of a rude door that
led into a little, 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, crossed the pale,
wan face. Her hand nestled CON
fdingly in his. |
" Well, Bessie" he said "is the
pain gonew
" "Yes sir, thank you," she re-
Piled in voice like soft, sweet
music.
" "And you look happy; that
tells me that the soul is we'll"
ooh, always WE'LL" and an in
discribably rapturous expression
flashed over her face.
"You hear the children at play,
sometimes? 2"
"Yes; l love to hear them.
Mother cries because l am lying
here so helpless, when they are
about, but l don't mind
so gerry much. |!
"Don't you feel as though you
would like to go out and play '
with them?''
Never could he forget the look I
she gave him, half sad, half smi-
ling, nor the answer that followed
slowly: a 4
"What good would it do to feel ]
,ow Is
He said afterwards there was a
sermon in that sentence.
Just then a pale woman en-
tered. She, too, greeted the
with one of her cheer ]
est smiles. She had just run I
over, she said, to get some dinner I
or her husband, and Mrs. Clark !
lad sent such a nice bowl of I
broth for the little one. =
GLOW good they are" said
Bessie, gratefully. 1t
All tired out?' asked the S
pastor, noticing that she sank t
into the chair. S
"a little-it's hard work, but c
It's healthy. t
" You have some blessings" he a
again. .
Some! oh, my cup is running
'ver," she replied. Look at my
husband and child! There's
Thomas. one of the kindest OIL