Weekly Trinity journal., 1873-04-26
HOW RACHIE GOT WELL.

T" 1t can't be want of exercise that ails the
child; that spoils many girl, according
to my mind, but it never spoit Rachie."
Just then "Rachie" came in from
school, bringing her slate, algebra and
Latin books. She was tall, slender
girl of sixteen, and with her clear COM
plexion, dark eyes and glossy hair, would
have been very pretty but for the one
scarlet cheek, and pale, compressed look
about the nose and mouth. She was out
of breath, too. She put her books down,
and then went about getting supper.
"She shouldn't never 60 to school an
other day, if she was my girl. So much
eddication kills more girls'n a fow," said
the neighbor, as Rachie left the room.
+" But she hasn't been to school all sum
mer, and High School has only been
keeping a week." said Mrs. Kitson; "and
she has been ailing long time"
That evening Rachie studied until ten
O'Clock, at the end of which time she
flung down her book and burst into a fit
of nervous weeping.
Il can't learn a thing w she exclaimed
in answer to her mothers kind inquiries /;
and she coughed hoarsely.
You must leave off studying eve
nings," said her mother; "It's hurting
YOU"
" But l can't learn all my lessons at
school. l cough, and my head feels so
confused it seems to me rs if can't re-
member anything and now, tonight, il
is not bit better =" and she sobbed hys-
terically.
The days went by, and nobody "could
see what made Rachie's cold hang on
so )" not even whore she "got it," Her
cough increased, and the pain in her side
grew worse, until her father--as he ex-
pressed it" really set up }" and said she
should not go to school another day.
When parents really "set up" children
generally obey, and Rache did, though
it was sore grief to her. She was kept
in doors, too, on all but tho very pleas
antest OF days, and then only in the mid
die Of the day was she allowed to be out.
AT last she was taken 10 the Doctor, who
examined her case closely.
"She does not have air enough" said
the physician. "Tnese slender, clear
skinned girls, who come up tall, and rap
idly, need, OF all others, an abundance OF
outdoor exercise. She must have her
mind Interested, but not tasked," etc.
care her lungs diseased?" asked Mrs.
Kitson, eagerly.
Well-not much weak, with some
Inflammation, replied the Doctor, and
then they went away.
The following Sabbath, when Rachie
was coming out Of church, she overheard
some one saying:
"Do you see how like ghost Rachic
Ktson looks2 And what does your hus-
band think of herP l understand she has
consulted him."
The person addressed was the Doctors
wife.
"Oh, she'll die, there's no doubt" was
the reply. I" He says il is one of those
cases which might get well, but never dc
always end in consumption"
Every word fell plain and distinct upon
poor Rachie's unwilling ear, and every
word sank like funeral knell into the
already heavy heart. When she arrived
home she was more than usually out of
breath her cheeks were scarlet, and one
hand pressed her side.
She could eat no supper, and wandered
uneasily about the house, seeking in vain
for something 10 interest her mind, but
the words "Oh, she'll die, there's no
doubt" kept turning and grinding over
and over in her brain, leaving no room
for anything else. All that night she
tossed, restless and wakeful.
Can / die?-must die? Must | give
up all my plans for life and leave my
father and mother-so soon-SO soon2"
These questions she asked herself, in
agony, over and over again through the
long night, until she could lie in bed no
longer, and in the dark hours Of morning
she arose and wrapping herself warmly,
threw up her window and sat down. The
cool air famed her cheek and fot good.
Zone Of those cases which might get
well, but never do-which might gel
a0eD " came all at once to her mind
these words and the Doctors injunctions
about "more air." She had given no
thought to the latter part of his wife's
remark before but now it came TO her
with sudden force, soothing her troubled
mind, as did the breeze her fevered cheek
and thinking OF them, she grew oalmer.
"No, must not die I' she said, TAX
ing deeper breath. :" l feel that God is
willing for me to live, and l ,ViH live il
it be His will. / have a life work yet 10
do" And putting up brief, earnest
prayer for help to be guided to the right
means by which to regain her health
she once more lay down upon her bed
and dropped into a sound sleep.
The sun was high when Rachie came
down stairs next morning and though
her cough sounded horsely, there was a
different look on her faee-a look Of hope
and firm resolve.
"Why, you look better, dear this morn
ing," said her mother.
81 shall soon be better ?" said Rachie,
with a bright smile and she took up a
newspaper and began reading.
Mother" sho said (she had been read
ing the advertising llsts) 81 am going
to canvass for newspaper"