The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1883-04-21
Loves Labor Lost.

A family living in this citv possessed
one child, bright boy of four wears.
VINO curing the past winter fell victim
to 5ne irlghtful epidemic of diphtheria
ana after brief illness died. Both
parents were crushed by the blow, butt
seemed as If the young mother never
Wouiu rally. At last friends suggested
tna1 she make tour South to visit rela-
tives, and assisted her to get ready
More dead than alive, she left home. and
accompanied only by her mother went
OH on ner mournful journey in search of
health If not of happiness.
The husband meanwhile was left
aione' ne was obliged to go every day to
his business; to buy and sell and mingle
Win other men, and keep back the tears
when 1t would have been unmanly to
shed' but which would rise in his heart
whenever he thought of his beautiful
boy; ne was doubly bereaved in also
losing the society of his wife, but he
trled 10 bear it as best he might.
anu Then the thought occurred to him
that ne might fill up his time and also
create pleasant diversion for his wife
on her return by making some changes
in tnelr pretty home, so that she would
not be reminded at every glance of the
dear lost child; and he called in paper
hangers, bought new furniture, remod-
eled the old, and had the happiness of
having it all ready and waiting when
his wife returned. 1t had literally been
labor of love with him, and as he met
hisEsfe, and heard her express her sim
cere wish for home, he smiled in the
gladness of his heart over her antici-
pated relief. The house was dimly
lighted when she entered, butthe pretty
sitting-rom was illuminated, and the
new wall-langings, the bright furniture
shone reslendent as she saw them
there. Hel husband waited for her first
words of approval.
"What is his?" she asked in faint
cold voice. ''This is not home, where
have you taktn me, Charlie?"
at is home, DEAR" answered her hus-
band, kindly 81 made the changes to
surprise you. II knew you could not
bear to see it juat as it was when-when
you went away. Everything is new and
different.
Her answer wss a low heart broken
cry.
80, Charlie! how could you," she
sobbed. "Whereis the dear old rocker
that used to rock little BERTHE to sleep
in every night of his life-oh what have
you done with thai, and the place on the
wall where | measured him every year,
and the mark that his dear little high
nho1t do 10 al, L. :. Il
window-sill, and the marks of his little
feet on the chair-rungs, and his own nail
to hang his cap and scarf onP Why,
Charlie, could not sleep for thinking of
them. l hurried home to them-they
were all had! they were all l hadr'
Grief is selfish; cold, cruel and selfish
to the living, but something in the look
her husband gave her made the young
wife stop and say gently: "Never mind!
l will get used to the new things-they
are very pretty. Thank you, DEAR
But oh the lost photographs on the
wall, the trace of sunny head, the inn
press of restless little fingers, now for
ever stilled, the mark of boyish heel on
the door-sill, the magnetism of a living
presence; these were gone never to re-
turn, there was nothing left except this:
70 remember that the daily comfort and
happiness of one human soul is worth
more than all the tears that affection can
shed over one who is gone, one who no
longer needs 'our poor protection, " who
would bid us dry our tears, and look up
up to that Heaven, where all mourn
ers shall be comforted. -Detrcit Post and
Tribune.