The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1873-05-22

70 anything better, he could. Twas
cruel to take him away"
"Sometimes we must feel our weak
ness, John. before we will be led. And
only suffering can make US feel that. -
well, let me 60 now and bring him
home: I'd see things your way i'll
couid.n
The search for the body was success
I ful, aud Mr. Tanning and Dorcas re-
turned the next day, bringing with
them all that remained to eight of the
happy, high hearted boy. BY the time
they arrived, Mrs. Tanning was unable
to leave her room. She had wept and
moaned constantly, since the terrible
news, and her previous state Of excite
ment was q good preparation for the
nervous fever that followed. Inces-
sanity she repeated her vain regrets
that che hadn't done more for John,
and her exclamations that she couldn' I
live without him.
| She had fallen into q light sleep
when Mr.. Tanning drove up.
who's that, Milly," she said. start.
ing up wildly.
ITS brother and Dorcas," was the
reply: .,
"JOhn.n
Mrs. Tanning attempted to rise, and
fell back In violent Mysteries.
! l will not describe the events of the
next three days. Similar ones are "a.
miliar 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 every day life Of farm and house,
hold.
Mrs. Tanning did not rally, as 1t was
hoped she would. after the funeral was
over, and Dorcas consented to stay
and help, The days that followed
were full of loviag anxiety to Aunt
/ Miily. 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 old scenes passed be-
tween Jenny aud her mother, and the
girl wrought up to the highest pitch Of
angry excitement fed to her one
refuge, for consolation.
"Aunt Milly," che said, 1--WE been
very sorry for mother, 30 sorry that
I've tried to forget that I had anything
to feel bad about but I'm not sorry
any more; thought she'd be different
AFTER"
Don't try to speak 1t. Jenny, wait
till you get over your anger. before
you speak your brothers. name.'
"I'm afraid I shall never get over it.
can't suit mother; the more do, the
more she finds fault with me-"
Jenny, did you never read stories
of heroic workers, missionaries or
martyrs or patriots, your heart thrill
ing with the wish that you could do
something great and beautiful ?"
"Oh yes, Aunty."
You have chance now to do 1t.
1t may be as great In Gods sight for .
child to bear injustice sweetly and si-
lently, as for an older fighter to meet
death. To do the work God gives US,
truly and patiently. is the only hero
| ism"
1T strikes me you're about right
Milly," said Mr.. flaming, who. stand
ing just outside the door, had heard
the whole conversation. "But your
view of the case makes me . mighty
cowardly sort ofa creatur. I always
run from that kind of fighting. Jenny
here, is trying to do. But there are
some things we can't run away from,
eh, Milly ?"
"Milly, will you 60 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 IL mother should die too!"
said Jenny, going timidly to her faith
er's side.
'I never thought Of that" was the
reply, and the farmer put his arm
around his daughter and drew her
close to him, actually for the first time
since she was little child.
John, come here a minute" called
Milly from the sick room. James
delirious, think you'd better go for
the doctor as soon as possible"
Mr.. Tanning went to his wife's eide.
The face, flushed with fever, wore
something Of the old girlish look. Her
eyes grew bright as she saw him, and
she murmured
you've 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
80 real. I'm so glad you've come. for
nobody cares about me but yoX, John:
and it's nothing but work from morn
ing till night, morning TIL night
Mr. Fanning gave his sister one look
ami started for the doctor.
"She's worn ont" said that person.
age, when he appeared two hours af-
ter. There's nothing special the
matter, but II she doesn't have perfect
quiet and great care, you'll lose her"
II believe folks think women are
made of iron," he muttered, taking
up his medicine case and drawing off
his Isle gloves. you can give her
this, once in two hours, but don't dis
turb her, fshe's quiet; 1t isn't medi-
cine she needs"
"Oh Aunt Milly, will she die?'
pleaded Jenny, as the doctor went out.
II never thought 1t possible. Tell
me that she won't die, Aunty!
"You heard what the doctor said
only care can save her. We must for
get ourselves entirely, and try to keep
the house go quiet and orderly that
there will not be the s!;gh.cs. jar to
her nerves. You had better look out
for the baby now and let Dorcas get
dinner. I'll sit here by your mother,
and see II she needs anything"
Miily's heart ached more than once
as she listened to the vague words Of
the sufferer. The sick woman fancied
herself with her boy. and she continu-