The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-04-09
For Fathers Honor.
es 60 MUCH GONE might have
~ known how it would be p said Mr..

face.
"What has gone ?" asked the wife.
"My money is gomez" answered Mr..
Sterling. Nt fN,f ,t
"That money / was foolish enough to
lend Mr.. Granger"
"Why do you say that?"
"He's dead" replied Mr. Sterling, cold
ly.
-"Dead 70 The wire's voice was full of
surprise and pain. Sorrow overshadowed
her face.
"Yes, gone, and my money with him.
Here's notice of his death. / was sure
when I saw him go away that he'd never
come back except in his coffin. Why will
doctors send their patients away from home
to die ~ .tn
"Poor Mrs. Grangerl Poor little Or
phans;" sighed Mrs Sterling. "What will
they do ?"
GAS well without him as with him, was
the unfeeling answer of her husband, who
was only thinking of the three hundred
dollars he had been persuaded to loan the
sick clergyman, in order that he might go
South during the winter Giles been
more of burden than a support to them
these two years." ta HH
"Oh, Harvey How can you speak so 81
demonstrated Mrs. Sterling. ga kinder
man in his family was never seen. Poor
Mrs. Granger She will be heartbroken." 4"
"Kindness is cheap and is easily dis
pensed," coldly replied Mr.. Sterling. He
would have been of more use to his family
if he had fed and clothed them better.
reckon they can do without him. If had
three hundred dollars, wouldn't-''
But he checked for shame-not for feel
ings-the almost brutal words his heart
sent up to his tongue.
Not many hundred yards away from Mr..
Sterling handsome residence stood a small
plain cottage, with garden in front neatly
laid out in box-boarded walks and flied
with shrubbemy. A honey -suclle, twined
with running rose bush, covered the lat
ticed portico, and looked in at the chamber
windows giving beauty and sweetness.
The hand of taste was seen everywhere
not lavish, but discriminate taste. Two
years before there was not a happier home
than this in all the pleasant town of c..
Now the shadow of death was upon it.
Poor Mrs. Granger Poor, little orphans
Well might Mrs. Sterling pity them. While
her mercenary husband was signing over
the loss of three hundred dollars, the young
widow lay senseless with her two little chill
dren weeping over her in childish terror.
The news of death found her unprepared.
Only week before she had received a letter
from Mr.. Granger, in which he talked
hopefully of his recovery. 81 am strong
er," he said: Il have gained five pounds in
flesh since left home" Three days after
writing this letter there came sudden
change of temperature; he took cold, which
was followed by congestion of the lungs;
and no medical skill was sufficient for the
case. His body was net sent home for in
terment. When the husband and father
went away two or three months before, his
loved ones looked upon his face for the last
time in this world.
Love and honor make the heart strong.
Mrs. Granger was gentle trusting woman.
She had leaned upon her husband very
heavily; she had chung to him as vine.
Those who knew her best felt most anxious
about her. "She cannot stand alone"
But they were mistaken. AS we have
Just said love and honor make the heart
strong Only week after Mr.. Sterling had
read of the young minister's death, he re-
ceived note from the widow.
"My husband, " she said, "was enabled
to go South in hopes Of regaining his health,
through your kindness. If he had lived
the money You loaned him would have
been faithfully returned, for he was a man
Of honor. Dying he left that honor in my
keeping, and will see that the debt is
paid. But you will have to be little pa
tient with me-"
All very fine," muttered Mr.. Sterling,
with slight curling lip, "I've heard of
such things before. They sound well.
People will say of Mrs. Granger, "what
noble woman what fine sense of honor
she has p but shall never sec the three
hundred dollars Twas foolish enough to lend
her husband"
Very much to Mr.. Sterling's surprise,
and not little to his pleasure, he discover
ed about three months afterwards that he
was mistaken in hisestimate of Mrs. Gran
ger. The pale, sad, fragile little woman
brought him the sum of twenty five dollars
He did not see the tears in her eyes as he
displayed her husbands note, with his dear