The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1878-06-13

well, III Try IL. Ia ike 10 Duy
feed enough now to last her this week,
and after this can earn II and carry it
oyer."
His father smiled at Toms business.
like way, and thought to himself "Well,
am teaching Tom good lesson, that's
a fact He'll get tired enough of his
bargain before spring, but it will do him
good"
Tom filed his hand cart with the feed,
and tying the rope around Clovers neck,
started again to carry her home. | don't
know what the people along tho road
thought 10 sec the calf going back and
forth no often. But Tom didn't care.
He went straight on and carried the calf
10 Bessie's door.
" Here she is, Bess aud here's enough
to feed her one week, anyway, and I'll
zee that she has enough all winter unleS,
get sick, and don't feel very sick now.
Don't catch me backing ont o! this
scrape. No sir eel"
All winter Tom was up betimes in
the morning, fed and watered the cattle,
groomed the horses and did whatever WAS
required. He carried Clovcr's feed over
every week or two end never once com.
planned. His father watched him curi>
ously and every week congratulated him
self on the good lesson he was teaching
him.
Az last spring came. The tender grass
began to sprout, and Clover could keep
herself from the pastures and meadows
The farmers were all plowing and har-
rowing, and getting the ground ready
for planting. Everybody was busy, and
in hurry, az usual. Mr. Moore was
improving, but was still very weak, His
affairs looked very discOuraginE to him,
and his depressed state of mind did much
TO retard his recovery. he had bought
the farm where he was living only the
spring before, after the planting season
was over, expecting TO earn enough by
his trade, that Of II carpenter, through
the following seasons 70 enable him to
buy seed and to thorougly plant the
whole place in the spring. Instead of
that, no was taken sick sOon after he
bought il, and had been obliged TO seIl
his stock to get money TO live upon.
And now, right in the busy season, when
every hour seemed worth day at any
other time, he was sick, with no money
to buy seed or the necessary farming
implements, or to hire the needed help.
With his mind overwhelmed with dis.
enlargement, he sat one evening, in the
doorway OF his house, aud looked hopes
lessly on his still unemployed land, At
the same time Mr.. Thyson was riding
slowly along, having made an unusually
good trip with his meat, and waa review
ing in his mind with great satisfaction
! the prosperous condition of his affairs
| As he passed he saw Mr.. Moore sitting
there, and noticed that he looked very
pale and worried. 4 feeling of sympathy
took strong hold of him, and he wa
tempted TO stop and have q talk will
him, hut those fields waiting 10 b,
plowed and sOwn spoke to him so plainly
and reproschiully that he concluded HI
would only bow and go along.
"I am sorry for Moore" he said tc
himself, THAT is fact. I'd be glad tC
give him q lift, but have got my Owr
family to look cut for II | had alway,
given way to my feelings wonder where
I should be now. oh, no. no II will
never do. No
But ss he drew no TO his own house,
the sight of his broad acres so carefully
planted, and the neat, thrifty appearance
of the surroundings, did not give him the
feeling of satisfaction he was enjoying
| before he met MT. Moore As he went
! into the kitchen where his wife was
getting supper, he said, glancing out Of
the window at Tom, who was having q
! irOlic with his dogs
I" 1t does me good 10 see Tom playing
He has had a hard winter of it. But
am glad let him 60 through it. 1t has
taught him lesson he will never forget,
! guess"
u Yes, think very likely" gently
answered his wife; but have thought
many times, father, that Tom WAS teach
ipg a more important lesson than the
one he was learning. Rut come, supper
is ready"
She then stepped to the door and call
ed Tom, and the subject was not con
tinued. As Tom came in breathless from
play, his father said
"That is better fun than working
Clover's board and carrying ii over tC
her, isn't it?'
"Yes, sir. But ! i'm afraid il Mr.
Moore doesn't hurry up and plant
Clover will be marching back here il
spite of me, next fall. ! wish was
rich man, I'll bet I'd make thing7 looi
different over there"
Mr.. Thyson made no reply, but finishes
his supper, and went out into the yaTt
where he stood leaning on the fence sp
pearently in deep thought. As Bill. hi
hesd man on the farm, came along, h
stopped him, and they had quiet tai
together.
Meanwhile Mr.. Moore had gone int
his house, utterly unable to throw off tn
gloomy thoughts which filled his minC
He saw no way out of his diffcultie
The faith aud hope which had kept hiI
up till now, seemed gone. He went /
, bed early, but did not sleep for heur
Toward morning, however, he fell into
deep sleep. His wife quietly darkene
, the room and left him. The sun wa
, several hours high when he drew asid
the curtains TO look out. What a sigh
D met his eyes. Men were plowing, hal
7 rowing and shouting to their horses
. Part OF the ground was already prepare
e for planting, and there, in the barn dooI
D WAY, sat Tom and Bessie, cutting pots
toes and ohatteriug like blackbirds.
( "What does it mean, mother? Whs
, does it mean ?" said lie, as he opened th
? kitchen door.
3 at means, father, that the dawn hs
, come. Twas very dark, you know, lai
, night. Those are Mr.. Thyson's men"
hTbyson's men! Thyson's men ! Wh!
) don't understand"
swell, nor /, and the men say tn,
they don't know what has come over hi
, a;ther. But he told Bill tO take ms