Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1875-02-18

WHICH dll CulOISuuCSD SccucO DtTICkc0.
Spotlessly clean, with shiny hair and pol
ished boots, they followed in orderly
fashion the lead of the eldest, Who stood
before his mother, waiting for permission
to speak.
"Well, my SOM" she said quietly.
There Is no school this afternoon
The senior class is to be examined" he
said YEARLY.
No school! Very we'll, l will set you
some sums after dinner, and find you
some words to study in the dictionary"
Silently the five sat down until the
visitor departed, intentionally con-
scious OF ten weary eyes and five pallid,
pinched faces.
Crossing her own doorway Mrs. Tur-
moyle was greeted by merry duet
mo school! No schools"
Then the tenor solo:
Won't you make some bobs for my
kite, mamma! There's splendid
wind!"
Followed by sweet soprano:
And Oh, mamma, you promised the
first holiday you would trim my dolls
bonnet"
81 ant kite, tool" struck in Mark.
ooh, let me get my breathw cried the
"Oh, l forgot" Tom said, sweeping it
off with . profound bow. Here, take
this chair And let me take 5our bonnet
and sacque up stairs. You are tired.
Never mind the hobs if you are very
tired"
"I'll help make Them" said Bessie,
"and I'll 20 watch Tom, mamma, if YOU
don't feel like making the bonnet"
"We'll 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 reduced from a
state of rebellion before they were pre-
sentable at table, and soap and water
were pleasant suggestions in the mater
nal eyes. There was perfect health and
happiness, if 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 dinner, and wondered if l could
ever make my children IS quiet and Or
derly as hers.are."
willie Stone is milksopw said Tom,
contemporary, "alwsys crying because
his head aches. He can't play anything,
and daren't move for fear Of spelling his
clothes. Wouldn't play football for fear
he would get dust on his boots. There's
a nice boy for you! He might as well be
girl at once"
And, mother, the teacher had to write
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 a
whole day. Mrs. Lee told her to say it
wasn't her fault, but she said her mother
would not believe her"
Dinner! and here comes papa" cried
Tom.
Mr.. Turmoyle came in with very
grave face. He made no comment on
the boisterOus announcement of the holi.
day, but stopped to kiss the rosy faces
with unwonted tenderness. After din
ner he sent the children to the nursery
and said to his wife, who had anxiously
watched his clouded face:
"Tillie, l met DR.. Holmes Gu my way
home, and ne tells me that there have
been three cases of scarlet fever from
the schoc4. 1t is raging fearfully, he
says"
Mrs. Turmoyle turned very pale.
well, among the scholars"
There was little more to say, but the
heart of each parent sent up a petition
to kind and Heavenly Father 10 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 "n ANNA" 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
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 SER
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 convalescence, 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
long talk with DR.. Holmes today and
cannot rest until thank you for your
unbroken nursery tonight Next to God
you have saved the children"
Il am sure you never spared yourself
IN nursing, said Mrs. Turmoyle.
The nursing was the smallest part of
it. DR.. Holmes says it was not the scar
let fever that killed Stones children. but