The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1876-02-24

We now went to bed, placing the crib
close to my wife's pillow. All this tur-
moil had worn upon me, and within two
minutes Twas something more than hall
asleep. Mrs. McWilliams reused me:
Darling, is that register turned ONT
"No."
II thought as much. Please turn it on
at once. This room is cold"
I turned it on, and presently fell asleep
again. / was aroused once more.
Dearie, would you mind moving the
crib to your side Of the bed? 1t is nearer
the register" ..r.
moved it, but had a collision with the
rug and woke up the child. dozed of
once more, while my wife quieted the suf.
ferer. But in q little while these words
came murmuring remotely through the fog
OF my drowsiness:
Mortimer, if we only had some goose.
grease will you rings'
l climbed drearily out, and stepped on
a Cat, which responded with protest, and
would have got a convincing kick for it if
q chair had not got it instead.
Now, Mortimer, why do you want to
turn up the gas and wake up the child
again!" 4
Because I want to see how much I am
hurt Caroline"
"Well, look at the chair, tool have no
doubt it is ruined. Poor cat, suppose you
had"
Now, I am not going to suppose any
thing about the cat. It never would have
occurred if Maria had been allowed to re-
main here and attend to these duties,
which are in her line, and are not in
mine."
Nov, Mortimer, I should think you
would he ashamed to make q remark like
that. 1t is pity if you cannot do the
few little things that ask of you at such
an awful time as this, when our child. -"
There, there. I will do anything you
want. But l can't raise anybody with
this bell. They're all gone to bed. Where
is the goose grease?"
ION the mantel-piece in the nursery.
If you'll step there and speak to Maria
fetched the goose-grease and went to
sleep again. Once more I was called.
Mortimer, 80 hate to disturb you, but
the room is still too cold for me to try to
apply this stuff. Would you mind
lighting the fire? 1t is all ready to touch
match to-
dragged myself out and lit the fire,
and then sat down, disconsolate.
Mortimer, don't sit there and catch
your death of cold. Come to bed"
As was stepping in, she said:
But wait moment. Please give the
child some more of the medicine."
Which did. It was medicine which
made child more or less lively; so my
wife made use Of its waking interval to
strip it and grease it all over with the
goose-oiL was soon asleep once more,
but once more l had to get up.
Mortimer, feel draft. feel it dis
tinctly. There is nothing 80 bad for this
disease Is draft. Please move the crib
in front of the fire." - %
did it, and collided with the rug again,
which threw into the fire. MS. Nc Will
Jams sprang out OF bed and rescued it, and
we had some words. l had another
tritiing interval of sleep, and then got up,
by request, and constructed fax-seed
poultice. This was placed upon the
child's breast and left there to do its heal.
ing work.
A wood fire is not permanent thing.
l got up every twenty minues and re-
newed ours, and this gave Mrs. McWil-
llama an opportunity to shorten the
times of giving the medicines by ten
minutes, which was q great satisfaction
to her. Now and then, between times,
| reorganfzed the faxseed poultices, and
applied sinapisms and other blisters where
places could be found upon
the child. Well, toward morning the
wood gave out, and my wife wanted me
to 60 down cellar and get some more.
said:
MY dear, it is laborious job, and the
child must be nearly warm enough, with
her extra clothing. Now, mightn't we
put on another layer of poultices
and -" NA SIS
] did not finish, because I was inter
rupted. I lugged wood up from below
for some little time, and then turned in
and fell to snoring as only man can
whose strength il all gone and whose soul
is worn out. Last ct broad daylight /
felt q grip on my shoulder that brought
me to my senses suddenly. Ny wife
vas glazing down on mo and gasping. IA
sOon as she could command her tongue
she said:
1T is over! All overt The child 3 per-
spring! What akau We DOR
Mercy, how you terrify me! / don't
know what we ought to do. Maybe If
we scraped her and put her In the draft
20, idiot! There is not I moment to
lose. Go for the doctor. Go yourself.
Tell him he mud come. dead or aIive.'
dragged that poor sick man from his
bed and brought him. He looked q the
child and said she was not dying. This
Was joy unspeakable to me, bat it made
my wife rs mad Is If he had offered . ~.
sonai affront. Then he said the chiidS