The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1879-08-14

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"If He was only down here, might
find Him." he says as serious-like as
could be, 'but I can't never find him up
| there"
''Twa'n't no use for me to say more to
him, you see; he showed me he was
lacking, and want no minister. An
other time when l was by the we'll he
came along to fill the water Jug for
the field. "I'm thinking, Miss Zlb,'
says he.
"What about?'
"Thinkin' if got away to the edge Of
the world, would fall OFF,
"Of course" says I.
"Fall whcrc?"
The Lord knows Isays Il little sharp,
TOR his silly questions pestcrcd nc.
did kind Of wonder tho to myself, where
a body falling off the land would land,
but amt scholar and don't pretend t.,
say, besides I never expect to travel to
the worlds edge myself.
ut was that very afternoon Tom came
III the kitchen, IN considerable of a hur-
ry. "Whcrc's the liniment?" he asked
Jane, who was sitting there, holding the
baby.
"In the right hand corner of the Sec
ond closet shelf. What do you want to
do with it,
Jack fell off the NOV and got hurt
"'What did he want to do that for?
Now don't waste that liniment on him
for nothing
"'Guess I'll go and sec if he's hurt,
says I, thinkin' u fall from NOW want
no trifle.
II found him all in heap on the barn
floor, and what was worse, he didn't
know anything. That's Il high NOW,
says l, measuring 1t with my eye, and
how in heavens name do YOU know
where he's hurt and wants to be rubbc
with liniment? The best thing you ca
do is to get DOCTOR
"'1 want to get another load in before
it rains, says Tom, in that aggravatin',
slow way o. his'n, 'and it's no use runnin'
up doctors bills when it faint no need.
The llnimcnt cured the old mare leg
last week, and by an by when he comes
to we'll find out where he ails.'
"'Tom Broncs,' says l, i feel good tel
ling you you are the mcanest man liv-
ing. Look at that poor thing there! 1t
amt enough you've starved and worked
him to death, but you are going to let
HIM die like a dog. I'm going to get
Sam Lemarest to 60 for DOCTOR
Hold on, you long tongued Jezabcl,
says he, and stop your meddling. I'll 90
for the doctor myself and with that he
went to work saddling horse, grum-
bling and swearin' to himself, and to me
for that matter, but I was trying to fix
Jack little more comfortable and never
minded him.
"Samantha came up and looked in, and
screamed little and went away again.
Bull, the dog, came and smelled of him,
and whined, for the dog always took to
Jack. but nothing reused him; he
breathed heavy and looked bad.
ut seemed an age before Tom came
back. He was slow always, and needn't
have expected he would put himself out
of the way for Jack.
"The doctor seemed to think some
thing pretty serious was the matter with
Jack. He worked over him quite spell,
examining, listening, growing graver
every moment. He tore away his poor
rags, even clipped away some of his
shock of hair. Then he shook his head !:
Il can't do anything for him now
can hour after it was all over.
"Neighbors, hearing the news, came in
and stood around, but Jack never knew
any of them; never knew when helped
put bandages On his head. and his hair
was SO pretty, thick and brown, and with
Il curly wave into it.
''Janc grumblcd some when VIC told
her he was dead. He was a poor miser-
able creature, not worth his salt, she said,
but hired folks was scarce just now in
harvest, and asked such ridiculous wages.
The town would have to pay for his coffin
though, ans was that liniment left vast
ing in the barn2
1T was the next day, Mr.. Somers, the
old Methodist minister, came to the
house and made prayer over him. Ac-
tually, the first prayer 1 believe ever
made by anybody on bis account, and
Tom and two or three of the neighbors
took him up to the wood-lot to bury him.
Jane had come to it, and let one of Tom 8
white shirts be put onto him: it want
one of the newest, and really he looked
as peaceful and calm US any baby could,
and he want bad looking seen SO, and
was glad to remember that had been
kind to him, in them little ways l told
you Of.
II just thought the last Sunday was
there that I'd put on my bonnet and 90
see where they laid him. SO without saw
ing anythin' trampcd up there. 1t was
wild place enough, and of course there
was nothing to mark it, but the Lord
will know W ere he sleeps at the last
day, and that is enough ain it?
II kind O. wondered hen / stood
there what had become OF his soul? He
was such a white heather. 1t made me
think of the beautiful sermon once
heard our old Dominic preach. NO man
cared for my soul,' or some text most ike
It, anil it did seem to me all of a sudden
us if no man cared for Jack.
But l guess had better put this little
fellow down by you now; for he's sound
asleep, and can go down and sec why
nobody has brought them lemons vet.
Tut, tut-don't look so down. meant
to chirk you up talking"
"Chlrk nc up? o, Mrs Zib!''