Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1880-03-04

Mrs. Wilson worked over him bravely,
and told to- the girl-mother chapters Of
her own fe-experience. There were
passages over which Stella wept bitterly,
and when morning dawned, giving back
the child from danger, in place of the
tickle, unreasonable woman, there was
one ready to meet LIES work with q firm
purpose and strong heart.
She tidied up each apartment, and in
stead of going about in dowdy wrapper,
put on fresh dress, arranged her hair
becomingly, and changed the quicker
about her mouth for her own rosy1ips.
"You're a pretty little thing" Mrs.
Wilson told her, wien she had fastened
a knot of blue ribbon in her blonde hair.
"See after baby now. I'll look in
every now and then through the day,
and tonight will come back to you.
You're husband will be here tomorrow
morning?"
eyes," replied Stella, with a bright
look in her eyes. "He will be here by
ten O'clock
After all 1t was long time to wait, she
thought. She was so impatient to tell
him-and she would kiss him as many
times as he wished.
eyes, indeed" she exclaimed ioyfully,
bending over Freddy's crib, "we'u kiss
papa hundred thousand times, won't
we, dear ?"
81 do wish Clarence would come, she
kept saying next morning. "What de-
tains him ?" she continued, when the
clock was on the stroke of IL.
"What if" and her heart was ike
lead in her bosom as she recalled the look
she last saw on his face. "What if he
ing into her own room.
"Mrs. Wilson," she called, "where is
my husbAnd?"
In an instant the dear, good soul was
beside her, resting a hand tenderly on
the aching head.
True-hearted woman! She shrank
from saying it had been dreadful night
on the Sound, and that steamer had
colided with the New York boat. "Her
husband travels by boat" had been her
conclusion.
Stella caught at her arm, the sound of
her voice answering Freddy, and, with
the cry she fell.
Poor, tired, inexperienced wife and
mother! Was the ordeal 80 ordered?
With the help of a neighbor Mrs. Wilson
laid her on the bed.
''Run for the doctor" she said to Miss
Williams.
"But you don't know
II do" she interrupted. "Mrs. Hen
shaw will have run of nervous fever,
and whether her husband is dead or alive,
I can't say"
When Stella opened her eyes again it
was nearly night. She knew no one
about the bed, but talked to Clarence
and Freddy and sister Belle.
She was going to help her husband,
now. She could earn money by teaching
music, or painting, or "might have
few pupils in dancing," she added.
{" But forgive me for striking" and
her arms we're put up as if to clasp some
thing, when she dozed again.
Late that evening Clarence came in
sight of home. Contrary to Mrs. VIII
sons conjecture, he came by different
route.
He had thought to telegraph, "But
Stella won't worry" he said, eff am
late."
The light faded from his eyes and his
face turned CHASTITY pale when he looked
into the rooms.
"Both gomez" he groaned, walking
from the bedto the crib.
"No, no." Mrs. White said comfort
ingly. "Baby's better and your wife
will come out Of this. All she needs is
good nursing, and that she shall have"
turning aside her head and drying her
tears with the corner of her apron.
What could we do if such as she were
not stationed all along the walks of life?
It was painful to listen to the wild
talk. eff might endure it," Clarence
said so many times. When at last
Stella awoke from the terrible dreams,
her husband was bending over her.
"Clarence," she said, very softly, at
first, "Clarence," she repeated, putting
her arms about his neck, eff you'll for
give me for striking Freddy, I'll kiss
you, o, SO many timesv'
Foolish fellow! he cried like baby.
"Listen, Stella" he said, as soon as he
could command his voice, "listen, I did
get the situation, and you can have every
thing you want" touching his lips toher
cheeks and forehead, "and you are 60
ing to have such pretty house in
Brooklyn!"
''An 1 want is your love-" clasping
him close, "and that Freddy get we'll. I
am ready to be poor mans wife"