Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1880-04-13
Mrs. Turmoyle turned very pale.
"In the school!" she murmured.
swell, among the scholars"

In the Scnool. sne murmuIeu.
"Well, among the scholan."
There was little more to say, but the
heart Of each parent sent up a petition
to kind and heavenly Father to keep
the plague from their door.
Yet it came. A week later Mark sick
ened, and in three days more all three
were down. Tenderest nursing, loving
care and unexpected docility Of patients
brought the little Turmoyles safely out
upon the road to health again.
The most nauseous medicines were
swallowed if mamma" coaxed, and the
most stringent stiffness was observed when
papa was discovered to have tears in his
eyes at Bessie's crib.
The day the children assembled in the
sitting room for the first tea-drinking was
a gala day, but papa was observed to
have a sad face.
"While we are thankful, dear chill
dren," he said, "for our blessings, let US
not forget to sympathize with the sorrows
of others. Willie and Maud Stone were
buried today, and Amy will be deaf for
life. The Others are still very ILL.,"
At bedtime, when the children slept
the sleep of convalescence, Mr.. Turmoyle
came to the nursery, where his little blue
eyed wife was laying out the morning
clothing.
"Tillie," he said, drawing the little
woman close to his strong arms, 81 had
long talk with DR.. Holmes today, and
I cannot rest till l thank you for our
unbroken nursery tonight. Next to God,
you saved the children"
81 am sure you never spared yourself
in nursing" said Mrs. Turmoyle.
"The nursing was the smallest part Of
it. DR.. Holmes says it 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 made sullen
by deprivation Of all childish pleasure.
They were nursed by system. no allow
ance made for suffering or weakness; and
the two that are gone but precede the
two now dangerously i'll. If they recover
from the fever they will never reach
maturity unless the mother sees the error.
You may thank your wife's management
for your own children, the doctor said to
me; "there was something to build on in
the sturdy frames Of those young saw
ages"
Mrs. Stone could see no fault in her
system, though two little graves attested
its 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 left
home for boarding school, gentle, manly
boy of sixteen, we'll up in his studies and
in perfect health. Driving home from
the station, after starting him upon his
journey, Mr.. and Mrs. Turmoyle passed
Mr.. Stones handsome house, prim and
spotless, the garden miracle Of order,
and no signs 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 fve," said Mrs. Turmoyle; land 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
children all under the sod! Oh, Tillie.
Thank God we have not such home as
the one we have just passed. Thank
God for merry 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 happiness, rather than
give US the doubtful blessing Of quiet
home"