The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1871-04-22
HOW A DREAM CAME TRUE.
BY MRS. MARY A. DENNISON.


I'm very tired, " sighed the minis
tes, as he pushed the shutters impa
tiently back Their movement sent III
q shower of rose leaves.
"Pittv, pity, cried childish voice.
Mrs. Winfield, the minister's wife,
stood at the door in a cool, white wrap
per- holding back a beautiful, eager
child.
Shall she come in, George? are you
through
Eyes; come here, Rosebud, and kiss
away papa's headache. "
"Tell papa lie 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 Pensioners, and let them
talk to YOU You know that always
does you good and there's little Bes-
sic
ooh, yes, little Bessie; | had al
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 was what the bit of sign said
over the bit of shop door. Every
thing was on small scale there
Thomas, his CHEEKY wife, and the
brown shantv, by courtesy called a cot
tage
The clergyman entered not without
STOPPING.
We'll, Thomas, stitching away yet :;
] suppose you get tired sometimes,
this hot weather.
AS ne spoke he 1uid 1Ii5 INIT 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 bed-ro combined, could be seen
a square of rag carpet and a few pine
chairs.
Thomas looked up with smile.
eyes, sir, I'm stitching yet little
wearisome, but it brings the bread and
pays Bessie's doctor bill It's not like
the gardening [ did when lad-but
then the Lord makes me thankful He
gives me plenty to do. y
What! your side aches; the tailor
had made a sudden motion of pain.
'Well, there's a bit of an ache there,
sometimes, said Thomas, his face
clearing up and the happy smile beam
ing again. It's sharp, uncannv
stitch, too, bat it only stays for the
minute, and so I'd ought to be thank
ful. L wouldnt like to feel it long at
time, though. "
mo, Thomas; 1 don't like Won to
feel it at all :" said the minister, with
serious face. "How is Bessie this
morning2"
"The darling IS weak, sir, very weak.
The doctor said yesterday | must get
her bottle of the best wine. That
costs extra, so [ work at odd times to
get 1t. [ did some whitewashing yester-
day, got up just at day light, and had
the work done and the money in nv
hand 10y the time | sat down to the
coat. Two or three mornings work
like that will soon bring money enough
for the wine. 1t mayn't be long We'll
keep her, and she shall have what she
needs, please God, If / work my fingers
to the bone
Z" You shan,t do that, Thomas. See
here, one of your good friends and
mine, gave me money for Just such a
purpose; there is enough for the medi-
clne. Don't get up at daylight to-
morrow, Thomas
The mans lips quivered as his pas
tor placed the money on his knee.
m not above taking such helps as
that, he said, lifting his tear-filled
eyes from his pastors gentle face to
the heavens that smiled benignly down;
God bless YOU
Does the doctor give any hope for
Bessie z asked the minister after a
pause.
Not while she stays in this close
city air, sir, though its q niceish sort
of place compared to some. He saws.
could We take her In the country, sir,
'twould save her But here's the work.
sir, and here | suppose is the duty.
That was what he said yesterday-noth-
ing but country air. [ felt bad over it
1T last night, SO did Mary; her heart
is bound up in the child. | thought
what bit o country air and sunshine
would do for her, and we so poor we
couldn't afford that little. [ don't like
TO complain, sir; it only come to me,
like. Wife and | prayed over it, and it
seemed almost as if the dear Lord an
swered us IN dream
I'm a dream, Thomas ?"
"Ah, SIR the sweetest dream that
mortal ever had. [ think it made me
happier man. do, indeed, sir. There
was Bessie on the grass, the flowers all
round her. Some were as high as her
sweet head, and there was such color
IN her pretty cheeks such a light in
her eyes. and such ring in her voice
as she cried ont
''Oh, father, Gods blessed, beauti-
ful country"
For there's where we were in our
dream, sir; and then | heard wife's
voice, and there she stood, sure enough
in the doorway of little cottage. L
can see it now; the prettiest picture
with a bit OF white curtain blowing ont
ut the open window, and all about /
We're trees, and grass, and flowers And |