The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1878-06-06

required. He carried OIover's feed over
every week or two, and never once COM
plained. His father watched him curi~
! ously and every week congratulated him
self ON the good lesson ne was teaching
him.
At 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 8 hurry, as usual. Mr.. Moore was
improving, but was still very Wesk. His
| affairs looked very diseouraging to him,
and his depressed state of mind did much
to retaTd his recovery. he had bought
the farm where he was living only the
spring before, after the planting season
Nss over, expecting 10 earn enough by
his trade, that of q carpenter, through
the following seasons to enable him to
buy seed and TO Thoroughly plant the
whole place in the spring. Instead of
that, he was taken sick soon after he
bought it, and had been obliged TO sell
his stock TO get money TO live upon.
And now, right in the busy season, when
every hour seemed worth q day at any
otter time, he was sick, with 10 money
to buy seed or the necessary farming
implements, or to hire the needed help.
With his mind overwhelmed with dis.
eoursgemeBt, he sat one evening, in the
doorway of his heuse, aud looked hope
iessly 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 was review
ing in his mind with great satisfaction
I hn Of ~ off
As be passed he saw Mr.. Moore sitting
there, and noticed that he looked very
pale and worried. A feeling of sympathy y
took strong hold of him, and he was
tempted TO stop and have a talk with
him, but those fields waiting to be
plowed and sown spoke to him 50 plainly
and reprOachiully that he concluded he
would only bow and go along.
"I am sorry for Moore" he said to
himself; +" that is a fact. I'd be glad TO
give him lift, but have got my own
family to look out for. If had always
given way to my feelings wonder where
/ should be now. Oh, 10 no It will
never do, No !"
But as he drew up to his own house,
the sight of his broad acres 80 carefully
planted, sad the neat, thrifty appearance
/ of the surroundings, did not give him the
feeling of satisfaction he was enioying
before he met Mr.. 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 a
trolic with his dogs:
" It does me good to see Tom playing.
He has had hard winter of it, But
am glad let him go through it. It has
taught him lesson he will never forget,
I guess"
!" Yes, I think very likely" gently
answered his wife; {" but have thought
many times, father, that Tom was teach.
ing a more important lesson than the
one he was learning. But 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
Cloyer's board and carrying it over to
her, isn't it?'
eyes, sir. But / am afraid if Mr..
Moore doesn't hurry up and plant,
Clover will be marching hack here in
spite of me, next fall. [ wish l was q
rich man. Iii bet I'd make things LOOK
different over there"
Mr.. Thyson made no reply, but finished
his supper, and went out into the yard
where he stOed leaning on the fence APP
pearentlY in deep thought. As Bill. his
head man on the farm, came along, he
stopped him, and they had a quiet talk
together.
Meanwhile Mr.. Moore had gone into
his house, utterly unable TO throw of the
gloomy thoughts which filled his mind.
He saw no way out of his difficulties.
The faith and hope which had kept him
up till now, seemed gone. He went to
bed early, but did not sleep for hours.
Toward morning, however, he fell into q
deep sleep. His wife quietly darkened
the room and left him. The sun was
several hours high when he drew aside
the curtains to look out. What sight
met his eyes Men were pIowing, har.
rowing and shouting TO their horses
Part OF the ground was already prepared
for planting, and there, in the barn door.
way, sat Tom and Bessie, cutting PotA'
tees and chRttering like blackbirds.
What does 1t mean, mother? What
does it mean ? " said he, as he opened the
kitchen door.
at means, father, that the dawn ha,
come. Twas very dark, you know, last
night. Those are Hr. Thyson's men,"
ThygOn's men TbysOn's men Why
don't understand"
Well, nor 1, and the men say that
they don't know what has come over hin
either. But he told Bill TO take mel
and horses, and come OVER here and plan
whatever you wanted, and he'd provide
the seed and they are working like bea
vers, tell you
The next afternoon, when the herI
, was blown, Mr.. Moore was waiting at hi
gate. AS the wagon came along, Mr.
, Thyson saw him and didn't feel at al
, like just bowling and passing on. No
he felt ike stopping, shaking hands anC
, getting out TO see how his men wer'
doing.
"God bless you, sir" said Mr.. Moore
! " You have given me the best medicin'
) i've had. [ believe It's going to saw
J nv life. ! don't know how to thsnk yOu
! but 1 know / feel like new man."
$50 do l, friend Moore. So de
But don't thank me. It's all Tom
? doing. thought I was teaching him
great lesson, but, bless you! he wa
] teaching me q greater one, all the time
. Well, the Lord has great surprises Il
Z store for us sometimes, hasn't He
? / And, with q fervent shake Of the haGd
Mr.. Thyson got back into his wagon an'
? drove home.
, From that time, Mr.. Moore's healtl
steadily improved, snd from that tim
also Mr.. Tbyson was another man. I
+ was the beginning, but not the end Of hi
> kind deeds.
A few years later, when Tom and Bes
sic commenced housekeeping on their oy.l
. account, and Clover lowed conteDtedl.
in her new home, Tom remarked, with