The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1873-05-22


6fs,es, 10 Mr. Wilton, vho bad followed
him cot of Mr. winons ,ick chamber
Nothing ior her Ny tod, doctor
You don't nean tn say that she Is past
All help; auG lohn Wltons beart ,eem-
ei 60 stand -ti for moment
ala not -ay She was past help replied
the doctor The truth ,, Mr. Wilton,
your wife Is worked down aud unlcss
.lie has rest, aud plenty Of Ii. she will
die Aud may a well say She will
never get rest here She must 20 away
whore She will have no care Of the house
or family OF she will die lou may find
another wife, but your children viii pey.
er tud another mother So saving, the
good doctor drove away.
The door was partly open, and Mrs.
Wilton had head, in her sick chamber,
the doclcrs words ana her heart gave a
great leap; which undoubtedly would
bave created alarm Cor her had the doctor
known IL,
Oh, Il she could only go home Home
to the old homestead to mother
and rest. rest, rest. Oh, how long q had
seemed since She realized ihe fullest
meaing OF that word; even while she lay
there She seemed to hear her mother,
voice, and feel her soit hand caressing
her But the mex / moment came the rea-
lizns sense OF the impossibility of such
happiness. How eord She 90 with The
children, now that She was SO weak, and
how could she 20 without lhemY And
how could she be spared to 80, aud, last
~, how could John afford to let her 20 ?
Al hopes seemed losi when size looked
the matter straight IN the face. and she
turned her white face to the wall aud
shut her eyes as if to keep back the tears
which she felt were coming.
Meantime, John Wilton was thorough
Is aroused. He stood for long time
just where the doctor had lett him. After
a time, he started up as if seized by a
new impulse aud went into the house, to
\ his wile's sick room. Mrs. Wilton
was lying very still, with her face turned
from him, He went softly up to her bed
side, to see If she was sleeping. A ray
OF sunlight, coming through the torn
window shade, revealed tear trembling
beneath the hali-closed lids, and John
Wilton turned away with sigh, so deep,
that his wife turned feebly on her pillow,
aud without opening her eyes, asked:
What is it, John? WHAT'S wrong?
| am wrong, Susie, dearl
1t had been many day since Mrs.
Wilton had heard him call her Susie, and
it was no wonder that she opened her
eyes wide in astonishment.
He was at her bedside now, trembling
like a 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 I'M.
til to-day, that yoa might be mortal
The doctor has been telling me that
that
heard it all, John, said Mrs. Wilton
the tears trickling down her wan cheeks
Did youf Well, Susie, it shall be a,
he said. You shall have rest. You shal
90 home to mother, and stay year, i
, need be.
But how can you spare me, John?
How could spare you forever? whis
pered her husband.
But, John, how can you afford it?
We'll enough But we must not talL
about it now. You are too weak 10 bC
excited about anything You are TO get
well as fast as you can, aud In two week
we will all be OF to mothers.
Mr. Wilton proved true prophet, fo
ia two weeks time, Mrs. Wilton was fal
enough recovered to begu the journey
How far the prospect Of that journey
went toward making her able 10 under
, take It we VII not say.
Mr.. Wilton accompanied his wife. /
] was TOO much for her To undertake 10 @
alone with the children, the doctor said
and Mr., Wilton was very obedicnt ac
quiescing in every suggestion aud even
- suggesting things for her comfort, that h
t once would have thought unnecessary
expenditure. But Mr.. Wilton was no
, mindng the expense now. lie had solC
: his youug stock for much less than h
. paid for them, that his wife might b.
Z nursed back to life and health. And h
i could but rejoice 81 the sacrifice when h
l. saw her eyes grow bright aud her slel
l elastic.
Stay as long as You please, was bis par
ting message to his wife, as he bade be
' adieu at the door Of the homestead.
Six months Susan Wilton stayed In th
y home nest Oh, what a joyous, thorough
rest was that! II seemed so good f
! wander about the old place again, almos
T. as free from care as IN her girlhood days
now gathering the flowers from the bin
sides, or bathing her tired feet in tn
} meadow brook, on sitting beneath th
y shadows Of the stately naples, twininl
tbeir leaves into garlands, hunting hen.
. nests with The children, and enjoying al
their gamet with relish she neYe
dreamed she could feel agaiu And wha
: a JOS 10 IS for h0gr- sc the feet Of be
who 6rt guided her own ialtcring step.
] The poor woru-out woman drank in ever
3 moment OF joy as though she knew III
d cup would mot always De 80 full