Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-06-29
A HUSBANDS DOSE.

ne comes IN. 10 turn the COWS lnlO tue
lower lot. And if Turpin calls, tell him
I have concluded to take those sheep-I
want the merinos. And while I am get
ting ready, please take my memorandum
book and note down four harness straps,
five pounds Of nails, and gimlet, half
jockey strap, and-yes, l believe
that is all. | forgot them when | made
out the items this morning"
Mrs. Streeter rose YEARLY, laid her
sleeping babe carefully in its crib, and
proceeded to record the articles named.
She was young, not over twenty five, but
the com plexiou was sadly faded, and
faint lines were already marking the
white forehead, while the tired eyes told
of care, and limited strongly of an unsatis-
fed 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, II married my first love-"
Judge Streeter, the father, was sup
bosed to be wealthy. But soon after his
sons marriage a financial crisis came,
and the thousands dwindled into hun
dreds.
1t was false pride, perhaps, but the
young man shrank from the position I'M
der those who had once loos ed up to him,
and his thoughts turned wistfully toward
tho Western prairies.
He expected objections from his young
and accomplished wife. But she saw
with his eys, and was not only willing,
but eager to 20 and help him make a
home that should be all their own. The
purchasing of a prairie team, some farm
ing implements, and the expense of build
ing small house. exhausted his capital,
and the young couple commenced their
married life as many others had done
who had been blessed with their advan-
tagcs. The small dwelling contained but
three sleeping apartments, and this fact,
added tc their uncertain income, induced
Mrs. Streeter to take upon herself the en-
tire care of the household.
Two children had come in the seven
years to nestle in her bosom. But one, a
fairy child of three summers, had slid
away from them, and was now sleeping
beneath the flowers Of the prairies; and
the tired wife had sighed as she looked
On the cold, folded hands.
s'She will never toll I have done
but oh, l wanted her so much," the lone
ly mother sobbed forth.
Mr.. Streeter was considered wealthy
farmer. His acres had broadened and
his stock increased. Physically and men
tally strong, and with a gentle LOVING
wife ever studying his tastes and wishes,
why should he wear out fast?
But of her. Naturally frail, she had
been like willow bending beneath a
burden voluntarily taken up. With the
exception of an efficient girl for few
weeks when little Mary died, she had
performed all 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 he stepped into the
light buggy and drove away.
But no longer might she linger, for the
sponge was waiting in the kitchen to be
kneaded, and the babys maps were like
angels visits. And before the task was
we'll over his bugle note sounded to arms
and the fretful child was taken up and
caressed and soothed to quietness.
She was conscious of a strange dizzi
ness. When she arose from STOPPING
position her head was aching mlserably
and her eyes seemed burning. What "a
coming over her? She must be i'll. Oh
no, she had no time for that. Aud the1
her thoughts drifted away to the dear ole
home Of childhood, and she asked her
self, for the first time, if she had don,
wisely to leave it for this life of toll anc
care.
1t was dangerous question for a wifi
and mother, and she clasped her chlli
more closely to suppress in her heart tn
disloyal answer.
When Mr.. Streeter returned exultan
over the dollars he had deposited in tn
bank, he found no supper prepared, ant
his wife helpless upon the bed, witt
cheeks flushed with fever, and the wall
ing child aistracting her with demands 70
care.
Aphysician and nurse were soon sum
monsd from the city and the weary wifi
enjoyed the luxury of being i'll. 80
But convalescence soon followed; an
before leaving his patient the old docto,
\ close observer and deep thinker, tool
the husband aside and asked:
"Did you know what brought this feve
on your wife, Mr.. Streeter2 You hav
worked her nearly to death"
"You are speaking of my wife, not m
horse"
''Granted; and I say again you ar
working her to death.''
REALLY, doctor, such language is un
pardonabie."
"And yet you will pardon it. An
furthermore, by your great love for tn
self-sacriticing woman We have Just LEFT
/ shall perform an operation on you
eyes that you may see as see.''
And then he placed the cold, hard fact
before him, from the time she became
bride, beautiful and accomplished, to tn
village, up to date of present illness,
which domestic cares only had haunte
her in feverish dreams. In concludin
he added:
III truely believe, if she takes up he
old burdens at once, that before the yes
has passed the grave or an insane ASYLUM
will receive her"
The strong man shuddered.
!! Gas Heaven is my witness, sir, I hay
only permitted, not exacted, this sacr
\ fee. She voluntarily took her place b