Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1875-02-05
lappincss, II The voices were shrill and

happiness, II the voices were shrill and
the boots noisy.
"Tve been TO see Mrs. Stone,y she said |
when, washed and -oombed, her children |
gathered around her TO wait for papa
and dinner, " and wondered II could |
ever make my children as quiet and or
derly as hers are"
willie Stone Is amilksopl' said Tom,
contcmptuously, always crying because
his head aches. He can't play anything,
and daren't move for fear of spelling his
clothes, Wouldn'tplay football for fear
he would get dust on his boots. There's
a nice boy for you'll He might as well be
a girl at once" ~..h
"And, mother, the teacher had to write
n note to Mrs. Stone the day John Gray
spilled the ink on Maud's apron. She
was so afraid to go home, it was awful
She said her mother would whip her, and
keep her upon bread and water for q
whole day. Mrs. Lee told her to say IL
wasn't her fault, but she said her mother
would not believe her"
"Dinncrl and here comes papap cried
Tom. "r
Mr.. Turmoyle came in with very
grave face. He made no comment on
the boisteTous announcement of the holi-
day, but stopped to kiss the rosy faces
with unwonted tenderness. After din
ner ne 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 ne tells me that there have
been three cases of scarlet fever from
the school. 1t is raging fearfully, he
says"
Mrs. Turmoyle turned very pale.
"In the school?" she murmured.
"Well, among the scholars"
There was little more to say, but the
heart of each parent sent up petition
| to kind and Heavenly Father to keep
the plague from their door.
Yet it came. A week later Mark sick
ened, 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 of health again.
The most nauseous medicines were
swallowed 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 the children assembled in the
sitting-room for the first tea-drinking was
a gala-day, but papa was observed to
have sad face.
"While we are thankful, dear chill
dren," he said, "for our blessings, let us
not forget to sympathize with the sor-
rows of others. Willie and Maud Stone
were buried today, and Amy will be
deaf for life. The others are still very
! ILL.,"
At bedtime, when the children slept
the sleep of fconvalescence, Mr.. Turmoyle
came to the nursery, where his little
blue-eyed wife was laying out the morn
ing clothing
"TillIe," he said, drawing the little
woman close in his strong arms, Il had
u long talk with DR.. Holmes today and
l cannot rest until thank you for your
unbroken nursery tonight. Next to God
you have saved the children"
i am sure you never spared yourself
IN nursing, said Mrs. Turmoylc
The nursing was the smallest part of
it. DIR. Holmes says it was not the scar
let fever that killed Stones children. but
their mothers system The fever
found OvertaXed brains, bodies weakened
by want of exercise, tempers made sui
len by a deprivation of all childish pleas.
ure. They were nursed by system no
allowance made for suffering or weak.
ness, and the two that are gone but pre-
cedc the two now dangerously i'll. II
never reach maturity unless their mother
sees the error You may thank your
wife's management for your own chill
dren,' the doctor said to me; there was
something to build on in the sturdy
frames of those young sayages."
Mrs. Stone could see no fault in hcI
system, though two little graves attested
its weakness. Her children, recovering
from the fever, found no relaxation OF
home rule, and, liStless, pale and dull
eyed went back to the old routine.
Four years passed away, and Ton
left home for boarding school, gentle
manly boy of sixteen, we'll up in his
studies, and in perfect health. Driving
home from the station, after starting
him upon his journey, Mr.. and Mrs, Tur
moyle passed Mr.. Stones handsome
house, prim and spotless, the garden
miracle of order, and no signs of busy
little feet on walk or border.
Poor Stone!' said Mr.. Turmoyle, "hI
frets sadly for Amy"
at was hard to lose her, the last of the
five," said Mrs. Turmoylc, and she was
such a patient child after she had los
her hearing"
Too patient. There will be no need
now of any system of training. Five
: children, all under the sod Oh, Tillie
Thank God we have not such home al
the one we have just passed. Thanl
God for merry voices, clear laughter
noisy feet, and even the crying of oul
baby May. May He guard and bless
our little ones, and give them gooC
health, good principles and happiness
rather than give us the doubtful blessing
of quiet home. ."-HousetOId.