Connecticut western news., 1879-02-12

prayer together-burst from Mrs. Moore's blanched lips as she sprang from the doorway, and ran with fran tic speed that Marcia, with her young strength could scarcely equal Marcia, whose tortured heart was whispering at every step, 'sWe shall be too late too late! By the time we reach him there will be no hope-none p
 They did not reach the waters side, others had been before them. Some men driving slowly along road near by had noticed the perilous sailing, and few moments later heard the child's wild cry, and hastened to the spot. They met the mother and sister now, bearing a burden-no restless, teasing, trouble some boy, but something cold, white and still.
 Who can follow the hurried events of such an hour? Mrs. Moore could not have told how it was that the tidings spread, and the neighbors came hurry ing in, and that she was pityingly drawn away, while others less trembling, and so more efficient hands worked over the motionless form that she scarcely dared look upon. She wandered away to the kitchen, where her work all stood as she had left it, and found herself wondering vaguely how she could ever have been interested in such pitiable, triaing things But death had never entered their home it had seemed to her some thing dim and far away-almost beyond thought--one little hour ago.
 She stole to her room, listening for yet scarcely daring to hear, any word of hope or doom that might be spoken in the adjoining apartment. Closets and drawers had been thrown open with eager hands, to furnish articles that were needed, and her eyes fell upon a little suit of clothes hanging there-the ones Joe had coaxed for only that noon, and been refused. She wanted to keep them from soiling-perhaps she had done it forever. An added pang forced its sharp way even through her steady agony-a feeling that she had defrauded her child. It was unendurabIe she shuddered and turned away.
 ''There's life there, said low voice in the next room.
 The mother bent her ear eagerly, every breath prayer, while the brief ble.
 "Oh he's breathing P said another. "Poor fellow he's had anarrow chance. Stand away little, some of you, and | give him more air.
 Slowly he struggled back to life; the breathing became more natural, his ey es unclosed again, and the dread shadow of death lifted and passed away.
 Aunt Prudy Greer walked in-aunt and nurse to the whole neighborhood.
 "Heerd about it, an come to stay a spell" she announced briefly, depositing her work-bag and untying her bonnet. "How came he to be pokin' round the pond, anyway?" she questioned when she was comfortably established. Thought all the children in these parts would be down at the school house this afternoon"
 "Joe did want to go, but I thought that is-we decided it wasn't best they should go to the picnic,' Mrs. Moore explained in reluctant way, unlike her usual assured manner. ssYou see," she continued, reading the dissent in Aunt Prudy's gray eyes, "there would have to be some new clothes bought, and rich cake made, and, altogether, it would take atgood deal of time and bother, and I didn't know how to be troubled with it. Then it would cost something, too-not but what we could do it as we'll as some others-but such things seem sort of foolish. We're trying to lay up for the children, and it will be more use to lem by and by." .....r
 Will t?" asked Aunt Prudy, slowly. "Layin' up, layin' up!' she repeated, musingly. "That's all very we'll, but I've lived long enough to learn that it's bess to be very careful what we lay up. There's such thing as layin' up bitter memories and everlasting regrets. I've seen it. There's people, too, that robs the. time that is to lay up for time that never comes-ike that man in the Bible with his much goods laid up for many years, an he never had the many years, you see. Whose shall those things be 1? It don't say whose they was s'pose il don't matter. If little Joe had been laid up in Heaven to-day, why, his portion well! well don't know! It's all well and wise tolook out for the comin' years, when we can, but then they're uncertain mighty uncertain and I'd try an lay up happy childhood for the children, Ellen, while had lem. There's a deaI of meanin' in that verse about smoth and rust, if we could only get down to it.'' ;. The mother shivered, but made nc reply; she was thinking too deeply fo1 , that. Had they been robbing the chil dren? They had tried to teach them te , work, save and plan as they did, but wa. F that, after all, the highest, noblest life She had worked for her children so hur f riedly and busily, that she had found nt time to sympathize with them, to mak, , them happy, to show her love in the lit ! tie things that came up day by day Would broad lands altogether atone fo there being no happy home life t, n treasure up? no days marked with t white stone no tender memories ? Wa their present of so much less importanc e than their earthly future would be i