Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1879-05-29
first holiday you would trim my dolls bon

"Oh. let me get my breath" cried the
little woman. where's your hst, Tom 2
"Ob, forgot" Tom said. sweeping I
of with profound bow. Here. take thi,
chair. AMI let me take your bonnet snc
sacque up stairs. You are tired. Never
mind bobs II you are very tired"
| I'm help make them" said Bessie; and
! III go and watch Tom. mamma. II you
don't feel like making the bonnet"
"we'll see, amer duner," said Mrs. Tur'
moyle. looking from one round, rosy face
10 the other. marking the sturdy limbs and
| dancing ewes. To be sure the hair Of oil
| three must be reduced from a state Of re-
bellion before they were presentsble at
| table. and soap and water were pleasant
suggestions In the maternal eyes. There
was perfect health aud happiness. II the
voices were shrill and the boots noisy.
"I've been to see Mrs. Stone" she said,
when. washed AID combed, her children
gathered around her to walt for papa and
dinner. land I wondered II could ever
make my children as quiet and orderly as
hers are.''
willie Stone Is a milksop." said Tom.
contemporary, always crying hecsuse
his head aches. lie can't play anything,
and darent not move. for fear OF spelling
his clothes Wouldn't play football for
fear he would get dust on his boots.
There's nice boy for youl lie nigh, as
well be girl at once"
And. mother, the tescher had TO write
a note to Mrs. Stone the day that John
Gray spilled the ink on Maud's apron. She
was so afraid 10 70 home. IL was awful.
She said her mother would whip her. and
keep her upon bread and water for a whole
day. Mrs. Lee told her to say II wasn't
her fault, but she said her mother wouldn't
believe her"
"Dinner, and here comes paps," cried
Tom.
Mr.. Turmoyle came In with grave face.
He made no comment on the holiday. but
stopped 10 Kiss the rosy faces with un-
wonted tenderness. Aner dinner he sent
the children TO the nursery, and said TO his
wife, who had apxlously watched bis
clouded face:
"Tillie. met Dr. Holmes on my way
home. and he tells me there has been three
cases OF scarlet fever from the school. 1t
Is raging fearfully he says"
Mrs. Turmoyle turned very pale.
In the schooly' she murmured.
well, among the scholars
There Was little more TO say. but the
heart OF each parent sent up petition TO
q kind Ald heavenly Father 10 keep the
plague from their door.
Yet it came. week later Marx sick
ened. aud In three DAYS more sll we're
down. Tendere.i nursing. loving care.
and unexpected docility Of patients brought
the little Turmoyles safely out upon the
road 20 health again.
The most nauseou, medicines wer. swal-
lowed II f"mamma" cosxed. and the mos,
stringent Stiffness was observed when papa
was discovered TO have tears In his eyes a,
Bessic's crib.
The day the children assembled In the
sitting-room for the hr., tea drinking was
4 gala day, but papa was observed 20 have
a sad face.
While We are thankful. dear children"
he said, "ior our blessings. let Us not for
get 10 sympsthlze with the sorrows OF 9TH
ers. Willie and Maud Stone were buried
to-day, and Amy will b. deaf tor life. The
others are siill very ill.,"
Al bedtime. when the children slept the
sleep OF cenyalescence. Mr.. Turmoylc came
TO the nursery, where his li,ile blue--yed
wife was laying ou. the morning clothlng
'fili- he said drawing tho lIr,ie
an 10 his strong arms, II had along talk
with DR. Holmes to-day. aud cannot rest
until | thank you for our unbrokeu nurs-
cry tonight. Next to God you saved the
children"
'i am sure yoa never spared yoursel, IN
nursing" sale Mrs. Turmoyle.
The nursing WAS the smallest part Of Il.
DR.. Holmes SAYS Il was not the scarlet
fever that Killed stones children, but their
mothers system The fever found over.
taxed brains. bodies weakened by want OF
exercise, tempers nIsde sulleu by deprl-
vstion OF all childish pleasure. They were
nursed by system no allowance ade for
suffering or weakness; and the two that
are gone but proceeds the two now dan
gerou.ly III. II they recover from the fever
they Will never reach maturity unless the
mother sees her error. You may thank
your wife. management for your own chill
dren, the doctor said TO me; there was
something TO build on In the sturdy frames
OF those young savages."
Mrs. Stone could see no fault In her sys-
TEN though two little grave. atested It's
weakness. Her children. recovering from
the fever, found no relaxation OF home rule.
and pale and dull-eyed, went back to the
old routine.
-Four years passed away, and Tom len
home for bosrding-school, a gentlemsnly
boy OF sixteen, well up In his studies and
10 perfect health. Driving home from the
station. amer starting him upon his Jour
ney, Mr.. ard Mrs. Turmoyle passed Mr..
Stones house, prim and spotless. the gar
den miracle OF order, and no sign OF busy
little feet on walk or border.
Poor Stone said Mr.. Turmoyle. "he
frets sadly for Amy"
1T was hard to lose her, the last OF the
five" said Mrs. Turnoyle; ''and she was
such patient child, after she had lost her
hearing"
Too patient. There will be no need
now OF any system In training. Five chill
dren sll under the sod Oh, Tillle, Thank
God We have not such a home as the one
We have just passed. Thank God for mer-
ry voices. clear laughter. noisy feet. and
even the crying Of our baby May May He
guard and bless our little ones and give
them good health, good principles and hap
plness, rather than give US the doubtful
blessing Of quiet home"