Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1871-04-12
HOW A DREAM CAME TRUE.
BY MRS. MARY A. DENNIsON.

I'm very tired, sighed the minis
ter, as he pushed the shutters impa
tiently back. Their movement sent il
a shower of rose leaves.
PITY, pity cried childish voice
Mrs. Winfield, the minister's wife
stood at the door in cool, white wrap
per, holding back beautiful, eager
child
s'Shall she come in, George2 are you
through?"
Yes; come here, Rosebud, and kiss
away papa's headache y
"Tel papa he must walk out and
let the wind kiss it away" said the
clergyman's wife
The little thing repeated her moth
er's words in baby language.
You should go out, George, Mrs.
Winfield reiterated; ego to the run
ming brooks and stones, or some OF
your poor parishioners, and let them
talk to you You know that always
does you good; and there's little Bes-
sic"
"Oh, yes, little Bessie I had a.
most forgotten the child; havn't been
there for week; and the good little
tailor; he will think we have neglected
him. One more hug, pet, and pick up
the rose leaves; good bye, wife!" and
leaving kiss on two pairs of lips, he
put on his hat and went out.
THOMAS CHEARY, TAILOR.
That wss what the bit of sign said,
thing was on small scale there
Thomas, his CHEEKY wife, and the
brown shanty, by courtesy called cot
tage
The clergyman entered, not without
STOPPING.
"Wel, Thomas, stitching away yet !;
[ suppose you get tired sometimes,
this hot weather.
As he spoke he laid his hat upon the
white pine table, and sat down near the
tailor whose legs were crossed under
him. The window was open, for it was
a fine day. From wee pot of hello
trope faint, sweet breath of perfumed
air stole now and then into the room.
The shop was charmingly clean the
walls, though cracked were neatly
whitewashed. Beyond, in The parlor
and bedroom combined, could be seen
a square of rag carpet and few pine
chairs.
Thomas looked up with a smile.
Yes, sir, I'm stitching yet; little
wearisome, but it brings the bread and
pays Bessie's doctor bill It's not like
the gardening I did when lad-but
then the Lord makes me thankful. He
gives me plenty to do. "
" What! your side aches; the tailor
had made a sudden motion of pain.
9sWell, there's bit of an ache there,
sometimes" said Thomas, his face
clearing up and the happy smile beam
ing again. g It's sharp, uncanny
stitch, too, but it only stays for the
minute, and so I'd oug to be thank
full wouldn't like to feel it long at a
time, though.
"No, Thomas; l don't like you to
feel it at all - said the minister, with
morning?'
s'The darling is weak, sir, very weak.
The doctor said yesterday | must get
her a bottle of the best wine. That
costs extra, so L work at odd times to
get it.. I did some whitewashing yester
day, got up just at day light, and ha6
the work done and the money in my
hand by the time L sat down to The
coat Two or three mornings worl
like that viii soon bring money enough
for the wine. It mayn't be long well
keep her, and she shall have what she
needs, please God, if [ work my fingers
to the bone"
81 You shan,t do that, Thomas SEE
here, one of your good friends an6
mine, gave me money for just such {
purpose; there is enough for the medi
cine. Don't get up at daylight to
morrow, Thomas
The mans lips quivered as his pas
tor placed the money on his knee.
"I'm not above taking such helps al
that, y he said, lifting his tear-fille6
eyes from his pastors gentle face tc
the heavens that, smiled benignly down
God bless you.'
''Does the doctor give any hope fol
Bessie ?n asked the minister after
pause.
tsNot while she stays in this clos,
city air, sir, though it's niceish sor
of place compared to some. He says
could we take her in the country, sir
twould save her. But here's the work
sir, and here L suppose is the duty
That was what he said yesterday-noth
ing but country air. 1 felt bad over i
It last night, SO did Mary; her hear
is bound up In the child [ though
what bit O. country air and sunshine
would do for her, and we so poor W,
couldn't afford that little. [ don't like
to complain, sir; it only come to me
like. Wife and I prayed over it, and i
seemed almost as if the dear Lord an
swered us in a dream"
s'In dream, Thomas?n
"Ah, sir the sweetest dream tha
mortal ever had [ think it made me
happier man. L do, indeed sir Their
was Bessie on the grass, the flowers al
round her. Some were as high as he
sweet head, and there was such colo
in her pretty cheeks such light il
her eyes. and such ring in her vote
as she cried out
'EOh, father, Gods blessed, beauti
full country
For there's where we were in ou
dream, sir; and then I heard wife'
voice, and there she stood, sure enough
in the doorway of a little cottage.
can see it now; the prettiest picture
with bit of white curtain blowing ou
at the open window, and all abou
were trees, and grass, and flowers. Ant
| thought to myself, my woman won
have TO slave her life out over the wash
tub. 1t made me so light o. heart, tha
wife says she laid and listened to M
laughing in my sleep.
~ wish your dream might come true
Ih.5o9masi have you faith to believe i
God rs able, said Thomas, softly
stitchlng away. "rm certain it woui,
oe last Like Him. And if He don't Sc
ut, you know, sure ought to be thank
Iul Tor the dream itself, barring tina
Mary cried when 1 told hnr. o,11