Northern Ohio journal. [volume] (Painesville, Ohio) 1872-1896, 1873-11-01

menSe power Is required to run this ma
chinery. about fifty horse power to each
stone. The wood fiber or pulp mill
does not complete the PAPER, but leaves
it in the form of a sgater Leaf, running it
into rolls of various weights as desired.
in which shape it is sold to the paper
her here! to send her herer she kept
repeating, breathlessly, as she sat away
the dinner things, and put the table
back,
Hannah was furious, but her fury was
like the dead heat of iron after the GRIM
son has paled out. She was very STILL
She sat and looked at her baby, who
talked and laughed in Its infantile way,
to statue, for Hannah never heard it.
Her seething thoughts were anywhere
but there, and her mind was made up
She rocked the baby asleep with
strange lullaby; it might be its last; if
her dreadful resolution held out. it
should be its last. Then she laid it
down, white and pure in its sweet slum-
Der, and stood over the cradle for IA mo-
ment. The boys were gone, the husband
was gone, the baby was unconscious
let its father come home and wake it
up she laughed bitterly. Her SORROWS
had eliminated at last, she said, and she
was not responsible.
She looked in ali the closets, putting
few trifling things to rights. She laid
ont square of gingerbread apiece for
horse into the sun, she picked up few
stray shreds on the floor. Then she
took the vial from her bosom and looked
at it, and went slowly uD stairs.
No sooner had she set her foot on the
sill of her chamber door. with that des-
perate purpose in her heart, than she
heard her name called at the bottom of
the stairs. Trembling, unbalanced, how
could she answer? She knew the voice.
st is better to wait till she Is gone,' she
said. She threw ON a white apron,
pinned a clean collar round her neck,
and came down to see cheerful little
Mrs. Appleby, the minister's wife.
Mrs. Appleby staid an hour.
That poor woman seemed so sad, or
so sick,' she said to her husband that
night, that ilonged to comfort her.
Did she comfort her? -G
Hannah's resolve was like iron, forged
and hardened.
After the minister's wife had gone,
Hannah said grimly: Now. and pro-
ceeded to go to her room again. But
| the mercy of heaven was not too sorely
tried, and her babe walked up with
pitiful cry. The mothers heart was
| touched. though its purpose remained
uHCtldukcu. Cdik b iCdtC IL Vi iAS3
| she said, with strange tenderness I'll
hush her-and then
| She lifted the baby and took it up
stairs with her. The little one was resp
less. and still moaned and pleaded in its
| own inarticulate language. hannah
walked the floor with her, hushing and
soothing, and finally she lay down on
the fresh, sweet pillow, patting the
child and trying to sing.
Strangely enough. with that dark
| deed still in her thoughts, she fell
asleep. Then came in a vision the pres
euce OF her mother who had long been
dead. And in this way she seemed to
hold converse with her.
| Unburdening her heart she asked the
shade,
| Am L doing right?
/ The answer was terrible, but needed,
~ Yon are plunging your own soul in
to irremediable darkness
| But must bear this?'
AYE, and hundred fold mOre.'
But my poor brother?'
Your poor brother was the victim of
parental indulgence and mismanage-
ment. God sends lis immortal beings,
and we look upon them as hindrances,
or playthings, or moving machines in
our hands. We use them for our pleas
uIc, uidilst0tc tilctI ulHOS,
baser passions, indulge their fierce tenn
pers, or make them worse by exhibit
tions of our own. and then dare to blame
the Almighty if they turn upon and rend
us. / wish you could see as see now,
what the capabilities of mother are
J She can form her children into angels
, of light, or demons of darkness. Shall
yours rise up and call you blessed! or
, and she pointed to something so terrible
that Hannah awoke with a dreadful cry
and bathed in sweat.
: The first thing that met her troubled
gaze was her husband, bending ovel
her with world of feeling in that one
: glance.
.Heavens!' he exclaimed, trying Il
: take her cold hand, what agony you are
in!'
No NATTER she said, turning hel
face away with sob, it's of no conse
euence.' ...
f But you shouldn't have worked 81
: hard. dear, you'll make yourself sicl
9 and then what shall do?'
sGo after-' she ,choked the word
t down with a mighty effort, for that ap
4 l1alling vision came back to her.
: Il snail go after the doctor, if you ar
e not more CAREFUL he said, piayfully
e never dreaming what almost mortal an
tence. But come, Hannah, I've go
), some medicine for you in the shape O
) good news. The machine is a success
y I'ye got out the patent, and here's al
: order that came only twenty minute
: ago, that will bring Bright and l te
;, thousand dollars apiece, at the first g
i off. hurried over here to tell you.'
!. 'Did-you-think-enough-of-me-
= for that?'
The words came slowly out in sol
!; of wondering maze. The man stood still
i. cnnfOunded:
g3 did l think enough of you-you Har
:, nah Wells. my best beloved, my onl
love! my wife! what 4 question:
II Tears rained down the woman's fade
cheeks.
'Bessie-Bessie,' she wanted to turn
s off, some way, by saying that Bessi
1t Bright had been over there, but he
> trembling lips refused only that on
J. word and her slight frame was shake
,r by sobs.
v thought stabbed him to the heart.
ofI why, Hanrah he cried, surely yo
= didn't think-you couldn't-why, m
ID own wife, Hannah!' and he caught he
rs to his bosom, and held her as if Il
v, would never release her, while he rail-
Ig ed kisses upon her bowed forehead.
le Il see it ALL he whispered, 'and
lg don't know as | wonder; but didn
e. think-I never thought-why, what
~ selfish wretch have been! We wei
so wrapped up in that matter, Brigl
s. and land knew had vexed you
i'd with my models, and the thing was
ed uncertain for time, and cost such
: deal of money-and l stayed over
ID Bright's day after day, and far into Il
er night. But, darling, my heart was
true to you as the needle to the pole, IN
e, own darling wife! There now,' and |
I'd kissed her again and again, while ht
head laid passively on his breast, al
she, sorry, ashamed, thrilled and happ
at all at once. knew not what to say,
t. how to thank Col for this unlocked TO
ed this wonderful deliverance.
,'s 'And now you shall not drudge ar
longer, my true and tender wife,
", murmured, when she was more COZ
[r. posed, sfor here is the bona .fde orde
OIL Just the same as if the money were
or my hands; and won't neglect my wi
any more. even for a fortune, nor
rk my boys run wild. My conscience tel
N, me that have forgotten both them al
at. you, in measure, while absorbed