Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1872-12-28

nome ; I'd see things your way ii | onl,
could"
The search for the body was success
fnl, and Mr.. flaming and Dorcas return
ed the next day, bringing with them ali
that remained to the sight of the happy
high-hearted boy. BY the time they ar
rived, Mrs. Tanning was unable TO leave
her room. She had wept and mOaned
constantly, since the terrible news, and
her previous state of excitement was q
good preparation for the nervous fever
that followed. necessarily she repeat
ed her vain regrets that she hadn't done
more for John, and her exclanations that
she couldn't live without him.
She had fallen into light sleep when
Mr.. Fam ng drove up
who's that, Milly," she said, starting
up wildly.
ats brother and Dorcas," was the re-
ply"
"And--?"
"JOhn."
Mrs. Tanning attempted to rise, and
fell back in violent MYSTERIES
will not describe the events of the
next three days. Similar ones are iamil-
lar to us all.
John was buried in the little grave
yard on the slope Of the hill west of the
house, and the family went on in the ev-
cry day life Of farm and household.
Mrs. Tanning did not rally, as il was
hoped she would, after the funeral was
over, and Dorcas consented to stay and
hel lp, The days that followed were full
ofloving anxiety TO Aunt Mlly. How
to SOW the right seed, in the hearts torn
up by the plowshare of pain was
now her constant thought. Before the
first rain fell upon Johns grave, one of
the scenes passed between Jenay and her
mother and she, wrought TO the highest
pitch of angry excitement fled to her one
refuge for consolation
"Aunt Milly," she said, "1v'e been
very sorry for mother, so sorry that I'VE
tried to forget that had anything to
feel bad about; but Pm not sorry any
more | thought she'd be different al.
Ler---"
Don't try to speak it, Jenny, wait
till you get over your anger, before you
speak vour brothers name"
'rm afraid shall never get over it.
| can't SUIT mother /; the more do, the
more she finds fault with me-"
Jenny, did yon never read stories of
heroic workers, missionaries or martyrs
patriots, your heart thrilling with the
wish that you could do something great
and beautiful ?"
"Oh yes, Auntv."
"1 on have Il chance now to do il.
1t may be as great in Gods sight for
child to bear injustice sweetly and silent
ly, as for an older fighter to meet death.
To do the work God gives US, truly aud
patiently, is the only heroism."
cit strikes me You are about right,
Milly," said Mr.. Tanning, who, standing
just outside the door, had heard the
whole conversation. "But your view of
the case makes me a mighty cowardly
sort of creature. always run from
that kind OF fighting, Jenny, here, is try
ing to do. But there are some things
We can't run away from, ELI, Milly ?"
"NlIlly, will you go to Mrs. Tanning,
[ think she is worse. She's lying in
strange way" said Dorcas coming in.
Milly followed her out of the room.
"What it mother should die tool y said
Jenny, going limidly to her fathers side
81 never thought of that" was the re.
ply and the farmer put his arm around
his daughter and drew her close to him,
actually for the first time since she was
a lil,le child,
"John, come here a minute" called
Mlly from the sick room. "Jane's de-
irious. | think you'd better go for the
doctor as soon as possible"
Mr.. Tanning went TO his wife's side
The face, flushed with fever, wore some
thing of the old girlsh look. Her eyes
grew bright as she saw him, and She
"Youv'e come at last, John. What
made you stay over, when we were all
waiting for you? | dreamed you were
drowned, John. Aud the dream was so
real, I'm so glad you've come, nobody
cares about me but you, John and its
nothing but work from morning till
night, morning till night"
Mr.. Tanning gave his sister one look
and started for the doctor.
"She's worn out" said that parsonage
when he appeared two hours aiter.-
There's nothing special the matter but
If she dosen't nave perfect quiet and
great care you'll lose her"
81 believe folks think women are made
Of iron," he mnttered, taking up his med
icine case aud drawing off his Isle gloves
iYou can give her this once in two
hours, but don't disturb her fishes quiet
II is not medicine she needs"
"Oh Aunt Milly she will die ?" plead.
ed Jenny, as the doctor went out,
never thought IL possible, Tell me that
she won't die, Auntyl
"You heard what the doctor said
only care can save her. We must for
get ourselves entirely, aud try to keep
the honse so quiet aud orderly that there
will not be the slightest jar to her nerves
You had better look out for the baby
now aud let Dorcas get dinner. I'll
sit here by your mother, and see ii she
needs anything"
Milly's heart achcd more than once as
she listened to the vague words of the
sufferer. The sick woman fancied her
self with her boy, and she continually
talked to him other loneliness.
"Your father only cares about his
farm," she said over and over. "He was
different once. He was so proud of you
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