The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1876-08-03

must learn the meaning Of that wise
saying, ITO give is to live.' Will thee
not go with mep"
And the little woman turned from the
porch, Farmer Brill rising and follow
ing her.
"Thee must bring a basket of apples
with thee" said the woman, pausing at
the gate.
The farmer filled a great basket, and
took it on his arm.
ait is so kind of you, sir!" said the
weary-looking woman in whose poor
little home he sat 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 u true, sweet life thee may live,
If thee will. God has given thee of His
bounties more than a hundred. fold be-
yond thy own needs, and leisure to care
for thy neighbors, and health in thy de-
cliuing years. And yet, thee is not
happy. WhyP Thee is still trying to
live for thyself alone"
The words of the speaker died on
Farmer Brill's ears; and at the same
instant another voice reused him to an
other presence. 1t was that of his wife.
elbow sound asleep you were, An
drew! don't like to have you sleep
so heavily in the daytime. 1t isn't
good.n
The farmer started with q bewildered
air.
"Why, Andrew! What ails you?
What have you been dreaming aboutP"
sob! it WaS a dream! Yes, | see.
Dreams are strange things"
And the farmer settled himself back
in his chair, and dropped his chin upon
his bosom, not to sleep again, for he
was very widc-awake now, but to pom
der on what he had heard from the lips
of the monitor, who had come to him
in IA vision.
As his wife went back into the house.
Farmer Brill heard the sound of Il
hersc's feet in the road, aud looking up
saw IL of his neighbors a little way
OIL. 1t was now over five years since
he had denied SOM triting favorto this
man, and there had been GOODNESS be-
tween them ever since. AT sight of
him the farmer had an uncomfortable,
feeling, and dropped his eyes, intend
ing not to see him. But this only made
him feel the more uncomfortable. So,
with Il self-compelling effort, he rose
from his seat, and, walking out through
the gate that opened upon the road,
met his neighbor, saying in rs cordial
a tone as he could introduce into his
voice: "Good morning, Mr.. Holden
"Good morning, Mr.. Brill" re-
turned the neighbor, Il little surprised
at this unusual friendliness. He drew
up his horse, and leaning down took the
farmers offered hand.
"lIow is Mrs. HoldenP"
"Well, thank you. And how is Mrs,
Brill?"
"Iiearty for one of her years"
"And your own healthPn
"Can't complain. a little stiff witt
rheumatism, sometimes; but | suppose
| ought to be thankful that my limb:
are not all twisted out of shape like poor
John Gardeners. BY the way, how il
Gardner?"
every badly or" replied the neigh
Dor, with pity in his voice. elias moi
been able to do u days work these two
months.n
ais that SOP Poor fellowi" Farmer
Brill dropped his eyes to the grounc
and stood thinking. And then tn,
words he had heard in his dream be
gan repeating themselves in hi
thoughts.
ale gives to some his broad grail
fields and fruitful orchards, that the,
may fiji barns and storehouses, and la,
up food for the hungry and seed for tn
sower, hat his people die not for lacl
of bread. God has given thee of Hi
' earthly bounties more than Il hundred
fold beyond thy own need, and leisur
to care for thy neighbors, and health il
: thy declining years. And ct thee is no
! happy, for thee is still trying to live 70
thyself alone"
! "Howdoes he liveP" asked the farm
er, raising his eyes from the groun,
. and looking up into his neighbours face
. ellis family would have suffered i
l many ways, and his children gone ofteu
, hungry to bed, if some of US had nc
looked after him."
u 81 had no idea it was so bad" sal
Z the farmer. "Hungry children!
can't stand that. / must go and Sc
> him."
81 wish you would. It's a real cas-
n OF charity"
II "Ill 90 right off," said the farmer
!. turning away and going back into tn
house.
81 wonder what's come over the oil
manP" So the neighbor unused as h
d rode away. "Hope he is not going I
die. always thought he ha
d a tender place somewhere i
his heart if one only knew no
Ie to find it. He was a right genera,
sort of a fellow when Il young man, b,
:, he was thrifty, and thrift seemed
r. harden him."
d Half an hour afterward Farmer Bri
70 drove off in his light wagon. There W,
IN a marvellous change in the expression
his old face. His eyes had anew lust
in them, and the kindlier temper of b
p blood was softening and warming 1
the hard lines that had compress,
themselves about his mouth, and C
10 down rieidly between his brows, givil
Id them a nobler and deeper human sen