The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1873-07-10

Nowadays the women want 81
q much help to get rid of work." con
tinued Mr.. Wilton. "pd like to get
a sewin' machine, but it's out of thu
question now, there's 50 much to be
fgot." ,-....r +
tt Mrs. Wilton thought OF the mower
! and corn-planter, but said nothing
she felt a little pang shoot through
. her heart, then it sank back again az
t heavy load. She did not go to bee
that night till long after her husband
was sleeping soundly. She had work.
ed hard all day, and sleep would be a
welcome guest, but the little garment
was much needed, and she must sill
up and make it. Oh, how her tired
eyes ached, but not worse than the
poor, hungry heart ached for SYM
pathy and comfort. She thought oil
her money-loving husband, and wish
ed he might become more thoughtful
of her comfort. "If it were not for
nay children" she cried to herself, I" /
could see very little to live for" Then
the thought of her little ones, mother
less, sent the fresh tears to her eyes,
but gave a sudden impulse to her
fingers, and she stitched away for an
other hour and saw the garment COM
pleted, and neatly folded away, she
sought her much needed rest. Sab
bath morning Mr.. Wilton put on a
warm new undershirt, and saw his
little ones looking fresh and sweet in
their new garments; but he saw not
that the fingers which had so patient
! ly wrought out these changes were
that morning scarcely strong enough
to fasten the garments of the little
ones about their chubby little forms.
Spring came, bright and joyous as
ever, dotting the prairies with flowers
and filling upland and valley with
floods of melody. Mrs. Wilton had
Oeen growing thinner and paler all
winter, and was now scarcely able to
be about the house. The doctor had
recommended rest-but how could she
rest with so much lying undone about
her, -.''-
"If could only go away for a
WHILE" she said one morning when
she was feeling weaker than usual,
"If i could only go home to mother
for visit, know she conld nurse me
up all right again." and the pale lips
quiYered visibly, -
"I wish you could, Pm sure" re-
piled her husband. "But Susan,
sell some of my stock, but prices are
low now, it wouldn't pay at all. I
couldn't get much more for them
calves than l gave for 'em last fall,
after keeping lem ali winter. And
buying my corn-planter about took all
my cash."
Mrs. Wilton did not reply. Indeed
doubt very much if she heard his
remarks at all, for she was dreaming
of the old homestead, with its wide
gables and large comfortable rooms
of the stately naples, that she knew
were putting forth their young blos-
SONS from their candelabra-shaped
limbs-of the sloping meadow, with
its violet covered hillsides-of the
robins nest in the cherry tree; and,
above all, of the sweet, old face that
loomed up through all, and with out
stretched arms yearned to embrace
her tired birdling in the home nest.
John Wilton glanced at her as he
went out of the, door, and mistook the
flush OF anticipated joy for the bloom
OF health, and went off saying: "I
guess she'll get better as the days get
warmer. / will try to hire somebody
for her this summer" --.-.-s a..
81 can do nothing for her." said Dr..
Graves, to Mr.. Wilton, who had fol-
lowed him out of Mrs. Wilton's sick
chamber.
"Nothing for her? My God, doctor
You don't mean that she is past all
help?p-and John Wilton's heart
seemed to stand still for moment.
81 did not say she was past all
help" replied the doctor. "The truth
is Mr.. Wilton, your vile is worked
down, and unless she has rest, and
plenty of it, she will die. And, 1
may as well say, she win never get well
here. She must go away where she
will have no care of house or family,
or she will die. You may find anoth-
er wife, but your children will never
find another mother.n So saying, the
doctor drove away.
The door was partially open, and
Mrs. Wilton had heard, in her sick
chamber, the Doctors words, and her
heart gave great leap; which un-
doubtedly would have created alarm
for her bad the doctor known it.
Oh, If she could only go home!-
Home to to the old homestead-home
to mother and rest, rest, rest! Oh,
how long it had seemed since she re-
allied the fullest meaning of that
word; even while she lay there she
seemed to hear her mothers voice,
and feel her soft hand caressing her.
But the next moment came the real
izing sense of the impossibility OF
happiness. How could she go with
the children, now that she was so
weak; and how could she go without
them? And how could she be spared
to go, and, lastly, how could John af-
ford to let her go ? All hopes seemed
lost when she looked the matter
straight IN the face, and she turned
her white face to the wall, and shut
her eyes as if to keep back the tears
which she felt were coming.
Meantime, John Wilton was thor
oughly aroused. He stood for a long
him. After time, he started up as
If seized by q new impulse and went
into the house, to his wife's sick
room. Mrs. Wilton was lying very
still, with her face turned from him.
He went softly up to her bedside, to
see if she was sleeping. A ray of sun
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dow shade, revealed q tear, trembling
beneath the half-elosed lids, and John
Wilton turned away with a sigh, so
deep, that his wife turned feebly ON
her pillow, and without opening her
eyes, asked
"What is it, John What is
wrong ?"
az am wrong, Susie dear :"
1t had been many q day since Mrs.
Wilton had heard him call her Susie.
and it was no wonder that she opened
her eyes wide in establishment
He was at her bedside now, trem-
bling like convict.
"Do you hate me, Susie ?"
"John, what question! You know
better"
"You are an angel, or you would
hate me. Here / have been killing
you by inches for years, and never
thought, until to-day, that you might
be mortal. The doctor has been tell
ing me thRt-that@"
.I heard il all, John,u said Mrs.