Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1879-04-02

tions in the maternal eyes. There was per
fect health and happiness, II the voices were
shrill and the boots noisy.
"Pve been TO see Mrs. Stone," she said,
when, washed and combed, her children
gathered around her TO wait for papa and
dinner, "and wondered IL I could ever
make my children as quiet and orderly as
hers are"
"Willie Stone is a milksopl" /" said Tom,
contemptuously, "always 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 nice boy for
you lie might as well be girl at once"
And, mother, the teacher had TO write
note to Mrs. Stone the day that John Gray
spilled the ink on Mauds apron. She was so
afraid TO go home, 1t was awful. She said
her mother would whip her, and keep her
upon bread and water for 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 papal" cried
Tom.
Mr.. Turmoyle came in with grave face.
He made no comment on the holiday, but
stopped to kiss the rosy faces with unwonted
tenderness. After dinner he sent the chill
dren to the nursery, and said to his wife, who
had anxiously watched his clouded face:
"Tillie, | met DIR. Holmes on my way
home, and he tells me that there have been
three cases of scarlet fever from the school.
1t is raging fearfully, he says"
Mrs. Turmoyle turned very pale.
"In the school 2" she murmured.
"Well, among the scholars"
There was little more to say, but the heart
of each parent sent up petition to kind
and heavenly Father to keep the plague
from their door.
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 to
health again.
The most nauseous medicines were swal-
lowed if "mamma 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 a
gala day, but papa was observed to have
sad face.
"While we are thankful, dear children"
he said, {" for our blessings, let US not forget
to sympathize with the sorrows of others.
Willie and Maud Stone were buried to-day,
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 morning clothing.
"Tillie," he said, drawing the little woman
close to his strong arms, " had a long talk
with DIR. Holmes to-day, and cannot rest
till thank you for our unbroken nursery
tonight. Next to God, you saved the
children"
al am sure you never spared yourself in
nursing" said Mrs. Turmoyle.
"The nursing was the smallest part of it.
DIR. Holmes says it was not the scarlet fever
that killed Stones children, but their
mothers system The fever found over
taxed brains, bodies weakened by want of
exercise, tempers made sullen by depriva-
tion of all childish pleasure They were
nursed by SYSTEM no allowance made for
suffering or weakness and the two that are
gone but precede the two now dangerously
ill. If they recover from the fever they
will never reach maturity unless the mother
sees the error. You may thank your wife's
management for your own children the
doctor said to me; there was something to
build on in the sturdy frames of those young
savages.'"
Mrs. Stone could see no fault in her sys-
TEN, though two little graves attested its
weakness. Her children, recovering from
the fever, found no relaxation of home rule,
and pale and dulleyed, went back to the
old routine.
Four years passed away, and Tom left
home for boarding-school, q gentlemanly boy
of sixteen, well up in his studies and in per.
feet health. Driving home from the station,
after starting him upon his journey, Mr..
aud Mrs. Turmoyle passed Mr.. Stones hand
some house, prim and spotess, the garden a
miracle of order, and no signs of busy little
feet on walk or border
"Poor Stonel" said Mr. Turmoyle, "he
frets sadly for Amy"
at was hard to lose her, the last of the
fve," said Mrs. Turmoyle "and she was
such patient child, after she had lost her
hearing"
"Too patient There will be no need now
of any system in training. Five children all
under the sod Oh, Tillie Thank God
we have not such home as the one we have
just passed Thank God for merry voices
clear laughter noisy feet, and even the cry
ing of our baby May. May he guard and
bless our little ones, and give them good
health, good principles and happiness, rather
than give us the doubtful blessing Of quiet
home. ."-Selected.