The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1874-09-23

|Spotlessly clean, with shiny hair and
polished boots, they followed in or
lderly fashion the lead Of the eldest,
who stood before his mother, waiting
for permission to speak. -, ~. .s.a
well, my son?' she said, quietly.
There is no school this afternoon.
The senior class is to be examined,
he said: wearily.
No school Very well, I will set
you some sums after dinner, and find
YOU same words to study in the die.
tionary.'
Silently the five sat down until the
visitor departed, uncomfortably con-
scious of ten weary eyes, and five
pallid, pinched faces. ' .H'" -
Crossing her own doorway, Mrs.
Turmoylo was greeted by u merry
duet. ra ~.
No school! No school!' ...
Then the tenor solo. .. a.
sWon't you make some bobs for
my kite, mamma? There's asplendid
wind ! ...l
Followed by sweet soprano.
And Oh, mamma, you promised
the first holiday you would trim my
dolls bonnet ..a. -..-... ...-. -.
i ant kite, too r struck in Mark.
oh, let mo get my breath!' cried
the little woman. where is your
hat, Tom?'
oh, l forgot Tom said, sweeping
it off in a profound bow. Here, take
this chair, and let me take your bon
net and sacque up stairs. You are
tired. Never mind the bobs, if you
are very tired
sI'll help make them,' said Bessie.
AND III 20 watch Tom, mamma, if
you don't feel ltko making the bon
net .
we'll see, after dinner said Mrs.
Turmoyle, looking from one rosy face
to the other, marking the sturdy
limbs and dancing eyes. TO be sure
The hair of all three must be reduced
from q state of rebellion before they
were prcscntablc at table, and soap
and water were pleasant suggestions
in the materuol eyes. There was
perfect health and happiness, if the
voices were shrill and the boots
noisy. ..... .r.,
i've been To see Mrs. Stone, she
said, when, washed and combcd, her
children gathered around her to wait
for papa and dinner, and l wondered
, if l could make my children rs quiet
and as orderly as hers arc.
Willie Stone is a milksop' said
Tom, contemptuously, always crying
because his head aches. He cant
play anything, and daren't move tor
fear of spelling his clothes Wouldn't
play football for fear he would get
dust on his boots. There's nice boy
for you'll lie might just as well be q
! girl at once -" "
And, mother, the teacher had to
write O note to Mrs. Stono the Day
John Gray spilled tho ink on Maude's
apron. Sho was so afraid to 90 home
Iii was awful. She said her mother
would whip her, and keep her upon
bread and water for aDwhole day.
Mrs Lee told her to say it was not
her fault, but she said her mother
would not believe her. ... .r..
,'Dinncr And here comes papa:
cried Tom. -,
Mr.. Turmoyle came in with very
grave face. lie. made no comment I
npon the boisterous announcement OF
the holiday, but stopped to kiss the
rosv faces with unwonted tenderness.
After dinner he sent the children TO
the nursery, and said to his wife, who
had anxiously watched his clouoco
face:
'Tillic. I met DR.. Holmes on my
wov home, and he tells me there have
been three cases Of scarlet fever from
the school. 1t is raging fearfulIy, he
says
Mrs. Turmoylo turned very pale
In the schoolr she murmured.
sWell, among the scholars
There was little more to say, put
the heart of each parent sent up q
petition to q hind Heavenly rather 10
keep the plague from their door: :,
Yet it came. A week later Mark
sickened, and in three days more oil
three were down. Tcndcrcst nurslng'
loving care, and an unexpected doclll-
|. ty of patients, brought the little Iur'
movies safely out upon the road to
health again. The most nauseous
medicines were swallowed if mamma
coaxed, and the most stringent rules
were observed when papa was dis
covered to havo tears in his eyes at
Bessie's crib. ..
Tho day the children assembled in
the sitting room for tho first tea
drinking, was y gala day; but papa
was observed to have sad face. .
while we arc thankful, dear chill
dren,' he said, for our own blessings
let us not forget to sympathize with
the sorrows of others. Willie ana
Maude Stone wore buried to-day, and
!, Army will be deaf tor life. The oth-
: ers are still very i'll: ~ ,.,,
At bedtime, when the children
, slept the sound sleep Of convalescence,
: Mr. Turmoyle came to the nursery
!. where his little blue-eyed wife was
laying ont the mornings clean cloth
,Iing; &c, . z, {, :. 8 ,he 1;ttle