Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1881-04-18

SdllOW. lG HSNCL HdO eiu1O W ~ any
where. If his Sunday-school class ask
ed him to 90 with them on any church
excursion, he had no time. If a friend
called on Sunday evening after church
for they had made few acquain-
tances-and asked if he were going to
some cheap concert, or free lecture. the
answer was invariably "No, | have no
time | have so much to do" And
Garry gave the same answer. Even on
the legal holidays they took no outing,
except to wander up into the park if it
were SUMNER pleasure free to the
poorest; or to attend church on Thanks
giving days, and Christmas at some
other church than their own, with bet
ter music and finer decorations than
they should see elsewhere To tell the
truth, most of these holidays John spent
on the sofa, half asleep; rest was more
to him than pleasure. He had long
been obliged when ten years of his mar
ried life were over, to give up Sunday
school and second service indeed, he
nodded so often during the morning SER
mon that he came home with vague
idea of the subject; and Garry could
not help him much, for she too was
worn, sallow. weary all the time. but
still crying out for money, breathing a
secret aspiration for wealth in her heart
continually, and speaking aloud from
that abundance. 1t seemed to her the
one solid good of this world. Of course
you couldn't carry it to. the next. that
she knew; but oh, what pleasure it
would give her here What was there
money could not give and bring?
She meant to be good woman. she
meant to do her duty any clothes she
could not possibly cut over or turn any
more she gave to the woman who wash
ed for her, who had five small children
she sometimes gave stale food to beg
gar. Money she could not give it was
too precious so when the contribution
box was passed in church she did not
see it, and when the collector called she
was always out of change; but mean
time her bank book grew more and
more agreeable to look at, and she wrote
for two lawyers, she had drilled herself
so faithfully to write clearly and fast.
Then John was offered still another
chance to increase his income he could
draw well,-that is, copy; and the en-
gineer of the Thor Iron-works was per-
fecting new invention; some draughts-
man was necessary to duplicate his
drawings of machinery, and write out
specifications and directions. John
could do this if he could be helped in
his writing. So Garry went up town
with him every morning, and did his
work while he worked for the engineer.
This involved cold meals with the ex-
ception of breakfast, which she rose ear
to prepare, leaving her dishes to wash
at her return. And after an evening of
copying briefs, she was too tired to
make John the hot coffee, the bit of
milk-toast, or the dropped egg he had
been accustomed to. 1t was cheaper
and easier to give him glass of beer,
bun, and aipickle.
But after that year John grew more
pale and thin; his eyes troubled him,
his back began to ache; and Carry was
too irritable herself to pity or comfort
him. One day he went alone to see a
doctor. 1t was Sunday, and the people
were coming home from the second SER
vice. He felt so giddy and queer that
he turned out of the avenue, down which
he was walking, into side street to
avoid them; and as he passed an open
window in house on the corner, he
heard clear voice singing to an organ
accompaniment that most beautiful of
sentences.
"Rest in the Lord oh, rest in the Lordl
Wait patiently for him, and he shall give thee thy
| hearts DESIRE"
John leaned against the railing of
the garden for moment. "Rest in the
Lord ?" Why, he had almost forgot
ten Him He had worked so hard for
his hearts desire,-no for Carry's !
that he had not had time to rest even
in the fatherhood of his God. He
thought of his boyhood /; of his good old
father so long unseen of his christian
experience and hope so rusted and COR
roded of the treasure not laid up in
heaven-and his heart smote him. He
found his way to the doctors office as if
he were walking in a dream his waxy,
yellow pallor told a sure story to the
experienced eye fastened upon him
but DR.. Blair made his examination and
listened to his patients story with for
bearing silence.
"You are not at all well." he said
quietly, as he laid Johns hand down.
"You have worked yourself out. man
can't do more than he can, Mr.. Man.
ners, and you have tried to do it fol
years. You must have absolute rest
country air. plenty of fresh milk; and
you must not worry"
John laughed, but the laughter was