Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1872-01-13
ron cHRisr,s SAKE.

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But a. pebbles in the sea.
FOR CHRIST'S SAKE.
"There, Mary-nOw, don't you
think I deserve TO be called a good
husband T"-said the young man,
smiling, as he dropped into the
lady's hand half a dozen gold pieces.
Yes, YOU are, Edward, the very
best husband in the world"
Thank you. And now want
YOU, dear, 10 have the mantle by
New Years Day. Pm anxious to
see how you will look i'm IL"
/" But, Edward, you know we are
not rich people, and it really seems
piece of extravagauce for me 10
give thirty dollars for a cloak"
No, il is not, either. You de-
serve the mantle, Mary, and I've set
my mind upon your having it,"
1t was evident the lady was pre-
disposed 10 conviction. She made
no farther attempt TO reiute ber
husbands arguments, and her small
fingers closed over the gold pieces.
Edward aud Mary Clark were the
husband and wife of a year. He
was bOok-keeper ia a large estab-
lishment, with salary OF fifteen
hundred dollars. The love OF Christ
was the mOtive-pOwer la the hearts
aud lives OF both.
Mrs. CLARK came into tie sitting
roOm suddenly, and the girl lifted
her head, and then turned IL away
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glance told the lady that the fair
face was swollen and stained with
tears,
Janet Hill was a seamstress whom
Mrs. Clark had occasionally employ
ed Tor the last six months.
Won't you tell me what is
troubling you, Janet ~
/" Nothing that anybody cun help"
answered the young girl, trying still
to avert her face.
q But perhaps / can. At any rate,
it does us good sometimes TO eonfide
our sorrows to friend"
And so, with kind words, and
Embarrassing movements of the lit
| tie hand laid on the seamstrcss' arm,
Mrs. Clark drew from her lips her
sad story.
She was am orphan, supporting
herself by her f-daily labOrs; and she
had one brother, just sixteen, three
years her junior. lie had been for
some time n kind of under-clerk in a
large wholesale establishment,
where he had seriously injured him
self in the summer by lifting some
heavy bales of goods; I'd, at last, a
dangerous fever set in, W hich had
finally left him in so exhausted a
state that the doctor had little orno
hope of his recovery.
And TO think l shall never see
him again, Mrs. Clark, - cried the
poor girl, with fresh burst of tears.
To think he must die away there,
among strangers, in the hospital,
with no loving face to bend over
him in his last hours y George,
my darlingl bright faced brother
George" and here she broke down
| in a storm of sObs and tears.
Poor child, poor child! !" MUIR
INJURED Mrs. Clark. Chow much
would il cost for you TO 90 TO your
brother any return ~ she asked, at
| last.
"About thirty dollars. | have
not so much money i'm the world.
You see, it's four hundred miles
OFF,
a thought passed quickly through
/ Mrs. Clark's mind. She stood still
few moments, her blue eyes fixed
| in deep meditation. At last she said
! kindly, " Well, my child, try and
bear up braVely, and we will see
what can be done for YOU" And
\ the warm, cheerful tones comforted
I the sad heart of the girl.
The lady went up stairs, and took
! the pieces out of her portemOnnaie.-
There was a brief, sharp struggle in
4 her mind. Somehow Eve set my
heart upon this MANTLE" she
thought, . and Edward will be dis
appointed. | was going out 10 Sc
/ lect it this very afternoon. Bat,
I then, there's that dying boy living
lthere with strange faces all about
him, and longing, as the hours 90
! by, for a sight ofrthe sister who
I loves him. and would not this
] thought haunt me every time / put
on my new cloak After all, my
/ old cloth mantle is not so bad and
it can be turned.-And I'm sure l
can bring Edward over TO my way
of thinking. No, you must 90 with
out the mantle this time" And she
closed the pOTtemOnnaie resOlutely,
and went down stairs.
Z" Janet, put up your work this
moment, there is no time 10 be lost.
Here is the money. Take IL, aud go
to your brother" ..
The girl lifted her ewes "A moment,
almost in bew wilderment, TO the lady,
and then, as she eOmprehended the
truth, a cry OF such joy broke from
her lips that its memory never faded
from the heart through all the after
years of Mrs. Clark's life.
=" George! George - The words
leaped from her lips, as the sister
sprang forward to the low bed
where the youth lay.
He opened his large eyes suddenly
IA flush passed over his pallid face.
he stretched out his thin arms. 90
Janet Janeti I have prayed God
for the sight Of you once more be-
fore | die"
90 His pulse is stronger than il has
been for two weeks, aud his face has
better hue, F." said the doctor next
morning, as he made his morning
visit through the ward Of the hos
pital.
% His sister came yesterday and
watched with him." answered the
attendant nurse, glancing at the
Young girl, who hung breaihles>
over the sleeping Invalid.
.. s.Ahl that explains il. I'm not
certain but that young man has
power enough left To recover, if ne
| could have the care and tenderness;
| for the next two months, which love
| alone can furnish"
How Janet's heart leaped at the
| blessed words That very morning
| she had an interview with her broth
er's employers. They had been
! careless, but not Intentionally un-
kind, and the girls story enlisted
their sympathies.
In a day or two George was re-
moved to a quiet, comfortable pri-
vate home, and his sister installed
by his couch, his nurse and comfort
er.
Three years have passed away.
Mrs. Clark sat in her chamber hum
ming a nursery tune, TO which the
cradle kept a sort of ry thmic move
ment. Suddenly the door opened.
Sh- -sh," said the young mother.
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