Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1875-07-15
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/ quietly and fall of footsteps crossed
> the hall to the sitting room. Five
children, three girls and two boys came
, in withlanguid footsteps and pale faces,
from which all childishness seemed
+ lstricken. Spotlessly clean, with shiny
hair and polished boots, they followed
, in orderly fashion on the lead Of the
eldest, who stood before his mother,
waiting for permission to speak.
well my son p 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 some words to study in the die
tionary.' .....
Silently the five sat down until the
visitor departed, uncOmfortably con-
scious of ten weary eJes and five palid,
pinched faces. ....
Crossing her own doorway Mrs. Tur-
moyle was greeted with merry duet.
No school! No school!'
Then the tenor solo:
"
kite, mamma? There is a splendid
wind
i Followed by sweet soprano:
I oh, mamma, you promised the first
holiday you would trim my dolls bon
netn
Il amt kite, toov chimed in Mark.
| oh, let me get my breath = cried the
little woman. 'Where's your hat,
Tom.' ...
+. 'Oh, / forgot said Tom, sweeping it
off with a profound bow. Here, take
this chair. And let me take your bon
net and sacque up stairs. You are
1 tired. Never mind the bobs if you are
very tired
i 'Hn help make them,' said Bessie;
and I'll 60 and watch Tom, mamma,
if you don't feel like making the bon
net.'
well see after dinner said Mrs.
Turmoyle, looking from one round,
rosy face to the other, marking the
sturdy limbs and dancing eyes. To be
sure the hair of all three must be re-
duced from state of rebellion before
they were presentable at the table, and
soap and water were pleasant sugges-
tiOns in the maternal eyes. There was
perfect health and happiness, il the
voices were shrill and the boots noisy.
'I've been TO see Mrs. Stone she
said, when, washed and cOmbed, her
children gathered around her to wait
for papa, 'and [ wonder if l could
make my children as quiet and order
ly as hers
willie Stone is a milksOpp said
Tom, contemptuously, always crying
because his head aches. He can't play
anything, and daren't move for fear Of
spelling his clothes. He wouldn't play
foot ball for fear he would get dust on
his boots. There's nice boy for you!
He might as we'll be girl at once
! And, mother the teacher had to
write a note to Mrs. Stone the day
John Gray spilled the ink on Maud's
apron. She was not afraid TO go home,
it was awful. She said her mother
would whip her. and keep her on
bread and water for whole day. Mrs.
Lee told her 10 say it wasn't her fault,
but she said she said she would not be-
| lieve her.
Dinner. and here comes papa p
cried Tom.
Mr.. TurmoyIe came in with a very
grave face. He made no comment on
| the bOisterous announcement of the
holiday, but stopped to kiss the rosy
faces with unwonted tenderness. At
ter dinner be sent the children TO the
nursery, and said to his wife, who had
anxiously watched his clouded face:
/ 'Tillie, met DR.. Holmes on my way
home, and he tells me that there have
been three Cases of scarlet fever from
the school. 1t is raging tearfully, he
says --------------.-
| Mrs. Turmoyle turned pale,
In the school? q she asked.
well, among the scholars
There was little more to say, but the
heart of each parent sent upa petition
to kind and Heavenly Father to keep
the plague from their door.
| Yet it came. A week later Mark
sickened, and in three days more all
three were down. Tenderest nursing,
loving care, and unexpected docility of
patients brought the little Turmoyles
safely out upon the road to health
again.
The most nauseOuS medicines were
| sn allowed if mamma cOaxed, and the
most stringent stiffness was observed
when papa was discovered to have
tears in his eyes at Bessie's crib.
The day that the children assembled
in the sitting room for the first tea
drinking was gala-day, but papa was
observed to have a sad face.
while we are thankful dear Children
he said; 'for our blessings, let Us not
forget to sympathize with the sorrows
of others. Willie and Maud Stone was
buried to-day, and Amy will be deaf
for life. The others are still very ILL.,
At bed time when the children slept
the sleep of convaiescence, Mr.. Tur-
moyle went to the nursery, where his
little blue-eyed wife was laying out the
morning clothing.
Il am sure you never spared yourself
in nursing said Mrs. Turmoyle.
The nursing was the smallest part of
lit. DIR. Holmes says i: was not the
scarlet fever that killed Stones chill
dren, but their mothers system The
fever found over-taxed brains, bodies
weakened by want of exercise, tsmpers
made sullen by deprivation of all
childish pleasure. They were nursed
by SYSTEM no allowance made for
suffering or weakness, and the two
that are gone but precede the two now
dangerously i'll. II they recover from
the fever theywill never reach maturity
unless their mother sees her error.
you may thank your Wife's manage
ment of your children the doctor said
to me; there was something TO bear on
the frames of those young savages.'
Mrs. Stone could see no fault in her
system, though two little graves attest
its weakness. Her children, recover
ing from the fever, found no reiaXa-
ton of home rule, and listless, pale, and
dull-eyed, went back to the old routine.
Four years passed away, and Tom
left home for 'boarding-school, gen.
-tlemanly boy of sixteen, well up in his
studies, and in perfect health. Driving