The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1880-03-18
A HUSBANDS REMEDY.

he COLIeb III, W TURN Tie COWS III tut
lower lot. and if Turpin calls, tell him
| have concluded to take those sheep-1
want the merinos. And while l am get
ting ready. please take my memorandum
book and note down four harness straps,
five pounds of nails and a gimlet, bali q
iickey strap, and-yes, 1 believe
that is all. forgot them when I 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 complexion YVES 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 a beauty only
seven years before! And when she gave
her hand to Newton Streeter she could
say what few girls can, 81 married my
first love-"
Judge S.reeter, the father, was sup
posed to be wealthy. But soon after his
sons marriage financial crises came and
the thousands dwindted inc thundreds.
1t was false pride perhaps, but the
young man shrank from position under
those which once looked up to him, and
his thoughts turned wistfully toward the
western prairies.
He expected objections from his young
aud accomplished wife But she saw
with his eyes, and was not only willing
but eager to go and help him make a
home that should be all their own. The
purchasing Of prairie team, some farm
ing implements, and expense of building
a small house, exhausted lis capita, and
the young couple commenced their mar
ried hfe as many others had done who
mad not been blessed with their adyan-
tages. The small dwelling contained bat
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 in her bosom. But one, a
fairy child of three summers, had slid
away from them, aud was now sleeping
beneath the flowers OF the prairies; and
the tired wife bad sighed as she looked
on the cold, folded hands.
''She will never toll as.I have done:
but oh, I wanted her so much, " the lonely
mother sobbed forth.
Mr.. Streeter was consiered a wealthy
farmer. His acres had broadened and
his stock increased. Physically and
strong, and with q gentle loving
wife, ever studying his tastes and wishes,
why should he wear out fast
But Of her. Naturally fraiI, she had
been like willow bending beneath a
burden voluntarily taken up. With the
exception of an efficient girl for a few
weeks when little Mary died, she had
performed all the labor required in the
house since she became mistress.
Newton Streeter took the memorandum,
glanced hastily at the neatly written
items, and then stepped into the light
buggy and drove away.
But no longer might she linger, for the
sponge was in the kitchen to be kneaded,
and the baby's maps were like angels
visits. And before the task was over his
bugle note sounded to arms, and the
fretfrl child was taken up and caressed
and soothed to quietness.
She was conscious OF a strange dizzi-
ness. When she arose from a stopping
position her head was aching miSerably,
and her eyes seemed burning. What
was coming over herr She must be i'll.
Oh, no; she had no time for that And
then her thoughts drifted away to the
dear old home of childhood, and she
asked herself for the first time, if she
had done wisely to leave it for this life
of toll and care2
1t was dangerous question for wife
and mother, and she clasped her child
more closely to suppress in her heart the
disloyal answer.
When Mr.. Sueeter returned exultaut
over the dollars he had deposited in the
bank, be found no supper prepared, and
his wife helpless upon the bed, with
cheeks flushed with fever, and the wall
ing child distracting her with demands
for care
\ physician and nurse were soon sum-
moned from the city, and the weary wife
enjoyed the luxury of being i'll.
Bat convalescence soon followed; and
before leaving his patient the old doctor,
close observer and a deep thinker, took
the husband aside and asked:
did you know what brought tlis
fever on your wife, Mr.. Streeter2 You
have worked her nearly to death"
"1ou are speaking of my wife, not my
horse"
Granted; and I say again you are
working her to death
Really, doctor, such language is un-
pardonable.
And yet you viii pardon it. And
furthermore. For your great love for the
sei sacrificing woman we have Just left,
shall perform an operation on your
eyes that You may see as l see.''
And then he placed the cold. hard facts
before him, from the time she became q
bride, beautiful and accomplished, at the
village, up to the date of the present i'll.
ness, in which domestic cares only had
haunted her in feverish dreams. In
concluding he added:
Il truly believe, if she takes up he,
old burdens at once that bafnra the veal