The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1875-11-25

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er instead Of only a areceiver Of good
things. Thee must learn the mean.
/ ing of that wise saying: To give is
to live.' VIII thee not go with me2
And the little woman turned from
the porch, Farmer Brill rising and
following her.
thee must bring basket Of ap-
/ pies with thee said the woman,
pausing at the gate.
The farmer filed a great basket
and took it on his arm.
1T is so kind of you, sirr said the
weary looking woman in whose poor
little home he set down the basket
And her grateful looks and tones sent
to his heart a feeling of warmth and
pleasure, purer and deeper than he
had known for a long, long time.
'Thee understands, now,' said his
companion, as they left the cottage,
what true, sweet life thee may live
if thee will. Cox has given thee of
his earthly bountics more than a
I
hundred-fold beyond thy needs, and
health in thy declining years. And
yet thee is not happy. Why? Thee
is still trying to live for thysclf
alone
The words of the speaker died on
Farmer Brilrs ears and at the same
instant another voice reused him to
another presence. 1t was that.of his
wife.
'How sound asleep you wen, An
drew! I don't like to have You sleep
so heavily in the daytime. L isn't
good
The faruaer.startel upsriiit as1e= e;
wildercd air.
why, Andrew! What ails you?
What have you been dreaming about?
oh! 1t was 4 dream! Yes. | see.
Dreams are strange things
And the farmer settled himsef
back in his chair and dropped his
chin upon his BOSOM not TO sleep
again, for he was very wide awake
now, but to ponder on what he had
heard from the lips of the monitor,
who had come to him in a vision.
As his wife went back into the
house Farmer Brill heard the sound
of horses feet in the road, and look
ing up saw one of his neigbors ait
tie way off. 1t was now over five
years since he had denied some tri-
fling favor to this man, andthere had
been coldness between them ever since.
At sight of him the farmer; had an
uncomfortable feeling, and dropped
bis eyes, intending not to see him.
But this only made him feel the more
uncomfortable. So, with a self-com-
polling effort, he rose from ;his seat
and, walking out through the gate
that opened upon the road, met his
neighbor, saying in as cordial a tone
as he could introduce into his voice:
Good morning, Mr.. Holden.s
Good morning, Mr.. Brill returned
the ncighbor, alittle surprised at this
unusual friendliness. He drew up
his horse, and leaning down took
the farmers offered hand
tHow is Mrs. Holdcng
well, thank you! And how is
Mrs. Brill?"
Hearty for one Of her years.
and your own hcalth?'
Can't complain. A little stiff with
rheumatism Sometimes; but sup
pose l ought to be thankful that my
limbs are not all twisted out ofshape
like poor John Gardner's. By the
way, how is Gardner?
Very bad off, replied the neigh,
Dor, with pity in his voice. sHas
not been able to do day'swork these
two months e,
is that so? Poor fellow! Farmer
Brill dropped his eye to the ground
and stood thinking. And then the
words he had heard in his dream be-
gan repeating themselves in his
thoughts:
He gives to some His broad grain
fields and fruitful orchards, that they
may fill barns and storehouses and
lay up food for the hungry and seed
for the .sower, that his people die not
for lack of bread. Godhas given thee
of his earthly bounties more than a
hundred-fold beyond thy own need.
- A r., A.,