Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1872-02-15

this sickness anu pam, my nerves have
come to be 80 sensitive that any sudden
loud noise will send q pain through my
head. Little things, of which few
years ago would take no nctice, now
cause me disturbance, aud often Sill ffcr-
ing"
"What little thirgs, mother 2" asked
the boy, to whose mind had come now
thoughts and questions.
"Oh, great many little things "
Mrs. Oyerm8n replied.
when hang the door does it hurt
you2" Hartley's large eyes were read-
ing his mothers face with new interest.
eyes, dear. just little always, and
sometimes it hurts ME great leal."
And is that the reason you are al
ways saying, oh, Hartley, why will
~e,, hang that ,1sn,r; nny' ~ to-! ,o:.
10 often not to do it2'"
"That is one of the reasons" ans.
wered the mother. Another is that
T want you to be gentle boy, for I
know if you are not, you will be nil the
while disturbing and hurting people
with nerves made weak and sensitive,
like your mothers by sickness and
pain"
care there great many people with
weak nerves z" asked Hartley.
A great many" was answered..
Has Aunt Malcolm got weak
nerves I"
"Yes." j
guess she must have, for when
got an old file and sawed it on an old
tin can, she stopped her ears and ran
into the house. It made me laugh, and
I sawed away louder than ever. But
didn't know it hurt her"
"If it didn't really give her pain, it
made her feel SO badly all over that
she could not bear the sound. hope
you'll never do 50 again, for your aunt
Malcolm is in poor health, and her
nerves are weak.
- What made her get weak nerves 2"
Mrs. Overmans face grew more Sc
rious. She was silent for little while,
and then said,
Your aunt Malcolm had q little boy
once, and he was just about as old as
you are when she lost him.
Chow did she lose him, mother z"
"That is what am going to tell you
about. Your aunt Malcolm lived in the
country. The school to which her lit.
tie boy went-his name was Charley
was mile away from home. Near the
school house was mill dam where the
boys went to battle in summer time,
and to slide and skate in winter.
Zone cold December morning, Char
ley was bundled up with his books and
skates in his satchel and Ills dinner in
q basket, started for school, and from
that time to this his mother has never
looked upon his face"
ooh, mother! What happened to
him9 Where did he got" eagerly ask
Ell Hartley
"He went alone to skate on the mill
dam before going to school, for they
found his books and dinner-basket, and
saw the place where he must have
broken in and been drawn under the
ice. No Que knew anything about it
until the school had recess at twelve
O'Clock, when the boys, going to the
mill dam, found his satchel and basket
and saw the skate tracks on the ice
going right to the broken place have
mentioned. The teacher started two
boys for his home, and they, running
the whole distance, burst in suddenly
upon your aunt, as they entered the
room where she sat, crying out:
"'Oh, ma'am, oh, Mrs. Malcolm,
Charley is drowned!'
II have heard one of these boys,
now almost man, say that he shall
never forget while he lives the look
that came into your sunt's face. 1t
frightened him. Every drop of blood
seemed to go out of it, and it became
white as ashes, and full of pain and
terror. 'Where9 Where = she gasped,
and when the boys answered, In the
mill-dam, she ran out of the house,
bare.headed and without shawl or
cloak, and started of wildly for the
place, running so fast that they could
not overtake her.
GAS l told you, sho never looked on
the face Of her darling boy again.
When she reached the mill.dam, and
saw the great hole in the ice into which
he had fallen, she give such cry of
despair - made all SILVER VINO heard it,
and fell senseless on the ground.
They found the poor boy at the bot
tom of the dam after searching for him
q whole day, bat when his body was
brought home his mother was too i'll to
know of anything that want on around
her, and he was buried without her
eyes ever again seeing his dear face.
The shock was 80 great that it was
many months before she was able to
leave her room, and ever since her
health has been poor and her nerves
50 weak that little things disturb her.
And now, my son, ] have answered
your question, what made her gel
weak nerves z and am sure you will
be very thoughtful of her, and never dc
anything that is rude, or rough, 20,
noisy when she is here"
Hartley. who had listened with deer
interest, looked sober, and sat quiet fo1
algood while.
Mother" he said, at lest, in half.
hushed voice, looking up with a lind
of tender pity in his face, "did YOU
have little boy drowned2''
mo, dear" she answered. "What
made YOU think so2''
He dropped his eyes and was silent @
few moments, then as he put his arm
about his mothers neck, he said,
"Your nerves are weak like Aunt
Malcolms."
Mrs. Overman kissed the boy, tears
filing her eyes.
mo, dear, }" she answered, sit was
not sorrow like your Aunt Malcolm's
that shattered my nerves, but a long
sickness and great pain"
ooh, I'm so sorry!" the boy said,
lovingly, as he put his hand on his
mothers thin, pale face and smoothed
the soft skin tenderly. "And I'll new
er do anything to hurt your nerves
again. 1.-THE Chilaren's Hour.
One Baby Killed by Another.
From the Troy IN. ~ Times.
A tragedy occurred in the family Of
II: P. Clark, a compositor. on Sunday
afternoon, ut his dwelling on -Four,
teenth street. Mrs. Clark was busil,
engaged in attending to her domestic
affairs, and had called in Mary Russell,
q little girl, to take care of her little
boy, baby nine months old. A three
year-old son of Mr.. Clark was playing
with his brother and the little girl, and
was amusing himself by throwing small
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