St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1881-04-01

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 berei What was there money
could not give and bringP
She meant to be a good woman, she
meant to do her duty; any clothes she
could not possibly cut over or turn any
moro she gave to the woman who
washed for her, who had five small chill
dren she sometimes gave stale food to
beggar. Money she could not give, it
was too precious so when the cOntri-
button box was passed in church she
did not see it, and when the collector
called she was always out of change :;
but meantime 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 ont
specifications and directions. John
could do this if he could be helped in
his writing. SO Carry 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
early to prepare, leaving her dishes to
wash at her return. And after an eve
ming 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 a glass of beer,
a bun, and pickle.
But after that year John grew more
pale and thin; his eyes troubled him,
his back began to ache and Garry 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 a side street
to avoid them; and as he passed an
open window in a house on the corner,
be heard a clear voice singing to an
organ accompaniment that most beauti-
full of sentences.
Rest in the Lord OH rest in the Lord!
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 p Why, he had almost forgotten
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 50
long unseen; of his Christian expert
ence and hope so Tusted and cOrroded /;
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 dream; his waxy yellow
pallOr told a sure story to the expert
enced eye fastened upon him but DR..
Blair made his examination and listened
to his patients story with forbearing
silence.
"You are not at all WELL" he said
quietly, as he laid Johns hand down.
"YOu have worked yourself out a man
can't do more than he can, Mr.. Man
ners, and you have tried to do it for
years. You must have absolute rest,
country air, plenty of fresh milk and
you must not worry"
John laughed, but the laughter was
| hollow.
THAT is to say, doctor, must give
up my work, and my prospects,-and
verything r'-he meant Carry.
"a mans life CONSISTENT not in the
seth," said the doctor solemnly. 81 tell
/ L., iso Tor
of life and death with you"
John tainted. DR.. Blair rang his bell.
"Sam, fetch a spoonful of brandy,
quick then send round the carriage >
And when John was able to be taken
home, the doctor carried him there in
his coupe, and helped him up the stairs.
Garry was shocked to see him. What
ever love her small heart held for him
awoke now, and alarmed her. She put
| him on the sofa tenderly enough, and
made a cup of tea. But she thought
the faintness and weakness he still
showed would pass away, for the doctor
had not time to stop aud explain the
case, and John could not, in his deep
love for her, bring himself yet to tel
her of his sentence. He had loved hel
with all the strength of his nature, but
the love had shown itself in deeds in
stead of words and caresses, and she
had entertained the angel unaware.
"Greater love hath no man than this
that man lay down his life for hi:
friends" and in his weak, human meas
ure John had indeed laid down his life
without being conscious of his utter sac
rifce. He lay there half awake, moi
| thin l-intr Of f'arpH- nt his
her money, rather. Through his minC
ran the perfect cadence, ''Rest in th'
Lord" In the grasp of fatal disease
ignorant yet that it was fatal, the stray
ing child came back to his Father. Ole
words thronged his mind, old prayer!
stirred his pale lips, the prodigals hum
BILE utterance, the cry of the publican
the agonized outcry of the sinking dis
ciple,-all these he whispered, so sOftl,
no mortal ear could hear. Then
dream of peace seemed to steal upon hi
weariness a sense of rest and relief re
laXed all his tense nerves, and sootheC
his whirling brain; he smiled and pu
his hand out, cropping for One invisible
and fell asleep. When Carry came t.
rouse him at ed-time, he was dead.
Now she had plenty of money! JOhI
had insured his life heavily, and paiC
his premiums so punctually and SO Ion:
that even the insurance cOmpanie
dared not try to contest payment thel
they had both put their savings int
good investments by advice, ant
; doubled their capital over and over
Mrs John Manners was worth at leas
sixty thousand dollars, owing to hel
husbands death and the rise In stock
recently.
But where wasJohn7 She knew nov
! how he had rnarded and cherished AM