South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1879-06-13

scious of ten weary eyes and five pallid.
Crossing her own doorNl,. Mrs. ror.
moyle was greeted by merry duct.
No school. No schooir
Then the tenor solo,
Won't you make some hobs Tor nv
kite, mamma? There's q splendid
wind
Followed by n sweet soprano.
And oh. mamma, you promised the
iirst holiday you would trim my dolls
| bonnet
Il ant kite. toor struck in Mark.
oh, let me get my BREATH cried the
! little woman. Where's your hat, TouiY'
oh, l forgot Tom said. sweeping it
off with profound bow. Here, take
this chair. And let me take your bon
net and sacque up stairs. You are tired.
/ Never mind hobs if you are tired,
I'll help roake them, said Bessie
and I'll 90 watch Tom. mamma. if YOU
don't feel like making the bonnet.
Wen see after dinner said Mrs Tur-
moyle. looking from one round, rosy
face TO the other, marking the sturdy
limbs and dancing eyes. To be sure
the hair of all three must be reduced
B
were presentable at the table, and soap
and water were pleasant suggestions in
the maternal eyes. There was perfect
health aud happiness, if the voices were
shrill and the boots noisy.
I've been to see Mrs. Stone, she said.
when washed and combed, her children
gathered around her to wait for papa and
dinner, and I wondered if could ever
make my children as quiet AMI orderly
as hers are
Willie Stone is milksop,' said Tom,
contemptuously. always crying because
his head aches. He can't play anything,
and dare not move, for fear OF spelling
his clothes. Wouldn't play football for
feashe would get dust on his boots.-
There's a nice boy for you, lie might
as well be girl at once
And mother, the teacher had TO write
a note to Mrs. Stone the day John Gray
spilled the ink on Maud's apron. She
was so afraid TO go home, it Was awful.
! She said her mother would whip her,
and keep her upon bread and water for
a whole day. Mrs. Leo told her TO say
it wasn't her fault, but she SAID her
mother would not believe he
Dinner! and here comes papa cried
Tom.
MIR. TurmoyIc came in with q grave
face. lie made no comment on the hol-
iday, but stopped TO kiss The rosy faces
with unwonted tenderness. After din
ner he sent the children to the nursery,
and said to his wife, who haG anxiously
watched his clouded face.
'Tillie, | met DIR. Holmes on my way
home, and lie tells me that there have
been three cases of scarlet fever from
the school. Il is raging fearrully, he
SAYS.
Mrs. Turmoyle turned very pale.
In the SCHOOL, she murlnured.
We'll, among the scholars
There was little moro to say. but tho
heart of each parent sent up u petition
to kind and heavenly Father 10 keep
the plague from their door.
Yet it came. A week later Mari,
sickened and in three days more ali
three were dcwa. Tcnderest nursing,
loving care and unexpected docil;ty OF
patients, brought the little Turmovles
safely ont upon the road to health again.
The most nauseous med cincs were
swallowed if mamma coaxed, and the
most stringent stiffness was observed
when papa was discovered to have tears
in his eyes at Bessies crib.
The day the children assembled in
the sitting room for the first tea.drink-
ing. was gala day but papa was OBJ
served TO have Q sad face.
While VIC are thankful, dear children
he said, for our blessings, lot 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 i'll.
! AT beI-tlmc, when The. children slept
the sleep Of convalescence, Mr. Tur-
/ moyle came TO the nursery, where his
little blue-oyed wife was laying out the
morning clothes.
'Tillie,' he said, drawing the little wo-
man close to his strong arms, L bad
long talk with DR.. Holmes to-day. and
cannot rest I'LL thank you for our an.
/ broken nursery tonight. Next TO God
you saved the children
! Il am sure you never spared Yourself
in nursing said Mrs Turmoyle.
The nursing was the smalcs. part Of
+ 1t. Dr. Holmes says it was not the
scarlet foyer tba. killed stones children.
. but their mothers system. The fever
. Iound ovcrtaXcl brains, bodies weaken.
. cd by want Of exercise. tempcrs made
sullen by deprivation OF any childish
pleasure They were nurscd by system.
/ no allowance made FOR suffering or
/ weakness and the two that are gone.
precc'e the two now dangerously ILL.,
IL they recover from the fever they will
never reach maturity unless The mother
sees her error. You may thank your
/ wIfe's management for your own chill
dren,' the doctor SAID to me there was
/ something To- build on in tic sturdy
frames Of those young savagcs
Mrs. stone could sec no fault In her
system, though two little graves attested
It's weakness. Her children, recovering
from tho fever found no relaxation or