The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1884-01-03

and kept very still. He thought / didn't
see his lips quiver, and the tears that he
| tried to hide in the wooden shawl. After
! moment he spoke up just as pleasant as
ever.
Perhaps you'd better--let mother know
Il amt getting we'll so fast as vast"
told him jast rs quietly as I could that
had thought for some time that his mother
had better come and see i. she couldn't do
better than at nursing. 80 had sent q
word to her that morning. He seemed
really pleased, but didn't bave breath
tell me SO for long TING. After While
he seemed easier, and almost thought he
had gone to sleep; but in a minute his eye
opened "Antie"-l was at his kide in s
stantly-"ds you think III get well?"
answer such q hard question? I never did
myself, totel the truth. II hope 50, VII.
lie. but I'm afraid not.
Another Question followed: "Wili mother
come-in the morning?"
Perhaps SO. Can't you 90 to sleep?'
He shook his head, aud pretty soon laid
his hand IN mine. gave it warm pres
svro.
"Auntie. I'm 'fraid-1 haven't been good.
Didn't ever f,rget- topray, tho"xL-jost d.
| mother said. Won't you, now"
My first thought was to send fer the
chaplain: but no. Willie had asked me, so
prayed the best I could-prayed that the
mother might come soon. and if not0bat,
the dear Savior would help the SUIT ring
boy here and the mother at houe, and that
they might meet by and ny in Heaven
When raised my head thought he was
dying. c4lled an attendant and the doc
tor; but after time he became conscious,
and then began struggle for breath tina,
lasted all through that long weary night.
Not one wcrl of complaint. and always q
| smile when We tried to relieve him. A,
| day break he was better. As soon us The
It &c came was at tho door to see it one
| Of It's occup .nts wasn't little woman in
| black. fought to have known that the time
| was too short, but was too excited t. be
reasonable. I can't forget what an anxious
face turned to me.
Did she ,me?"
could only shake my head, and swal-
lowed hard to keep the lump out Of my
! throat.
IF She don't come-till too lare-tel
| har-its all right. You prAyed-prayed me
through"
These were the last conscious words hi
ever spoke. l was almost glad to have hin
unconscious, bee .use his breath came 81
hard. never left that bedside all the
| morning. The doctor came, and said he
could not last long, and I saw the same
beautiful look coming back to his face.
whispered:
| "Wlllie," and kissed his fore head grow.
| ing moist with the death damp, just as
| thought his mother would have done were
she present.
| Now I-1-lay-me-down
| sleep"
| And he was dead, even while held him
| to my beating heart.
! Do you know anything about hospital
funerals? They buried him next day and
still his mother had not come. There was
u pine coffin. Il few flowers 1 had grea
deal OF trouble to get. short prayer, IN.
| 'IuSt to dust"
| The ono mourner had to choke back he
tears, and go back to da;i S, Grown NOR
sacred, but never moro ~ be llghtened o.
refreshed by the smiles aud cheers OF he,
own boy.
| She came next day. I showed her the
| little wood Il slab .ald 0 Il her how he talked
| Ut mother, and the message he left, ant
| now he went to sleep. She didn't blam.
ne bit: seemed to know that had don,
| what could for him, and so comforted m.
| :!o' 9 than did her. Sho took the pin,
cutfin back with her to bury her 10y by he
Aus band. Never shall I forget how sh,
smiled through her tears as she talked o.
! cher eng together. There can be sub!im
| 'ty II s;f: ling. l have seen it. This les
| S;.mtht, you See. WAS given me by that moth.
r. when Oh tlat dreary morning she started
nut from the dark, gloomy hospital will
her boy.