Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1879-09-11
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lower lot. And IL Turpin calls, tell him
I have concluded 10 take those sheep
I want the MeFinos. And while 1 am
getting ready, please take my memo
Tandum book aad note down four har-
ness straps, FIVE pounds Of nails, and
gimlet, half jockey, strap, and--and
-yes, I believe tina. Is all. I forgot
them when I made out the items this
morning"
! Mrs. Slreeter rose YEARLY, laid her
sleeping babe carefully in is crib,
and proceeded to record the. articles
named. She was young. not over twen-
fv-fIse, bot the e0mplexioE Wus hadIy
laaeay and saiat zines were ALREADY
marking the white forehead, while the
tired eyes told ofcafe and binted strong
" Of an unsatis6ed heart.
And this thIn-cheeked. pink-eyed
woman had been called beauty only
seven years before And when she
gave her hand to Newton Streeter she
could say what few girls can, 81 mar
ried my first love-"
Judge Streeter, the father, was sup
posed 10 be wealthy. But soon after his
sons marriage q financial crisis came,
and the thousands dwindled into hun
dreds.
II was false pride, perhaps, but the
young man shrank from 4 position un-
der those who had once looked up to
him, and his thoughts turned wistfully
toward the Western prairies.
He expected objections from bis
young and accomplished wife. But she
saw with his eyes, and was not only
willing. but eager to 60 and help him
make home that should be all their
own. The purchasing of prairie team,
some farming implements, and the ex-
pense Of building small house, ex-
hausted his capital, and the young cou-
pc commenced life as many others have
done who had been blessed with their
advantages. The small dwelling con-
tanned but three sleeping apartments,
and this fact, added to their uncertain
income, induced Mrs. Streeter to take
upon herself the entire care of the
household.
Two children had come in the seven
years to nestle on her bosom. But one,
. iairy child of three summers, had slid
away from them. and was now sleeping
beneath the flowers Of the prairies; and
The tired wife sighed as she looked on
the cold, folded hands.
"She will never toll as have done;
but oh, wanted her so much," the
lonely mother sobbed forth.
Mr.. Streeter was eonsidereda a veal
thy farmer. His acres had broadened
and his stock increased. Physically
and mentally strong, and with a gentle,
loving wife ever studying his tastes
and wishes, why should he wear out
fast?
But of her. Naturally fraif, she had
been like willow bending beneath
burden voluntarily taken up. With the
exception Of an efficient girl for few
weeks when little Mary died, she had
performed oil the labor required in the
house since she became its mistress.
Newton Streeter took the memoran-
DUN, glanced hastily at the neatly writ
ten items, and then stepped into the
light buggy and drove away.
But no longer might she linger, for
the sponge was waiting in the kitchen
10 be kneaded, and the baby's maps were
like angels visits. And before the task
was well over his bugle note sounded TO
arms. and the fretful child was taken
up and caressed and soothed 10 quiet
ness.
She was conscious OF strange diz-
mess. When she arose from a STOPPING
position her head was aching misera-
bly, and her eyes seemed burning
What was coming over her, She must
be III. Oh, no; she had no time for
that. And her thoughts drifted away
to the dear old home of her childhood,
and she asked herself, for the first tune,
IL she had done wisely to leave it for
this life of toll and carer
II was dangerous question for. a
wife and mother, and she clasped her
chlld more closely TO suppress IN her
heart the disloyal answer.
When Mr.. Streeter returned exultant
over the dollars he had deposited in the
bank he found no supper prepared, and
his wife helpless upon the bed, with
CuCCAS u0SuCu VIII tCNGT anu tue W WaItS
ing child distracting her with demands
for care.
A physician and a nurse were soon
summoned from The city, aud the wea-
ry wife enjoyed the luxury Of being
i'll.
But convalescence soon followed, and
before leaving his patient the doctor,
a close observer and a deep thinker,
took the husband aside and asked:
"DId you know what brought this
fever on your wife, Mr.. Streeter: You
have worked her nearly TO DEATH"
"You are speaking of my wife, not
my horse"
Granted; and say again you are
working her TO DEATH"
Really, doctor. such language Is un-
"And yet you will pardon il. And
furthermore, by your great love for the
self-sacrifclng woman We have just lett,
l shall perform an operation on your
eyes that you may see as ] see."
And then he placed the cold hard
facts before him, from the time she
came a BRIDE, beautiful and accom-
plished, to the village, up TO date Of
present Illness. in which domestic cares
only bad haunted herin feyerish dreams.
In concluding he added:
ssI truly believe III she takes nm her