The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-01-23
aDear. dear , said Mrs. Foster. syro-

turpentine liniment? just the yelk of
an egg we'll beaten, two wine-g!assfuls
of ~turpentine, and a wine glass OF strong
cider vinegar; when they're well mixed
three wine-glassfuls of water stirred In
a little at a time. It's just a splendid
liniment. Father thinks there's nothing
liks it. It's too bad about your ankle,
but as / was telling father, it's a mercy
you didn't break your leg"
"Humphl" was Mrs. Allison's sole and
ungracious reioinder.
"Yes, we all have our troubles, con-
tinued Mrs. Foster, wiping first one
and then the other of her glasses, and
looking thoughtfully into the fire.
"Some of us have one kind, and some
another; but the Lord generally deals
out to us just the kind He sees fit for
us. For a good many years He saw
best to give me poor health, but then q
woman never had q kinder, more at
tentive husband than I had to care
for me, and the children, too. / wor-
ried a good deal about them, but they
got along about as we'll as if / had been
around. Now the Lords given you a
few troubles"
"a few!" groaned Mrs. Allison.
well, He's given you a sprained an
kle, but He's given you a rep-covered
sofa to lie on. You want to be around,
and looking after things, to be sure;
but think how much better off you are
than poor Mrs. Vaughn, lying where
she knows she'll never get up, and all
her poor children needing a mother so
sadly. The Lord sent the drought on
your land, too, but all your crops are
not spoiled. like Mr.. Wheeler's, by that
dreadful hailstorm and then his house
burnt to the ground. All, Catherine,
your back may ache, but the Lord has
given you very soft pillows TO rest on;
some folks haven't ever straw"
"Oh, yes, Eunice," said Mrs. Allison,
moving uneasiIy. "You always see the
best side of every thing. 1t is very ca
sy for you to talk, but you don't know
the half of the care / have. You know
Mr.. Allison's affairs had all to be
Strengthened out by me Ghis a little
triumphantly, for Mrs. Allison knew
she was a good business woman and /
have to look after everything, no n
seems to manage properly. This is a
world of trouble"
ooh, yes" said Mrs. Foster, "but
you know we desire a better country,
that is a heavenly If we only reach
that world, these troubles will seem
very small. But, Catherine, I'll tell
you a good thing to do, if you don't feel
specially thankful yourself-but / know
I you will after you think quietly awhile
see if you cannot make somebody
else thankful. Try it, and see if you
don't grow thankful yourself. Now |
must be going, or father'n think I'm
going to stay all night. But will you
try the liniment? I'll make some, and
send it over the first thing in the morn
ing"
"If you please" was Mrs. Allison's
reply, in a strangely softened voice.
And good Mrs. Foster, having endeav-
!. ored to give medicine to soul and body,
babe her friend a blythe good evening
and departed.
} II wonder if / spoke too plain, she
|. said, as an hour two later she talked oy-
er the afternoons visit with father"
: "Not a bit, not O bit, " said Mr., Fost-
er, heartily. Folks can generally
take your plain talk better'n most PEG.
pies soft talk; and Catherine Allison
! ought to hear plain talking n in
awhile. She's PLAIN enough herself,
I'll be bound.o
Whether Mrs. Foster was too plain
or not, Mrs. Allison could not forget
her words; and when tho old lady was
finally helped to her room. and to bed,
she could not sleep, but began to think
over her old friends suggestion, that
she make somebody else thankful. "
|, And Catherine Allison was q Christian,
, albeit she confessed herself ar unthank-
/ full one. She was a Bible reader, and
J Bible words intermingled with Mrs.
, Fosters Blessed is he that considereth
! the poor the Lord will deliver him in
time of trouble. The Lord will
strengthen him upon the bed of lang
uishing: Thou will make all his bed
in Sickness"
II have not sufficiently considered
the poor, therefore perhaps the Lord
has withheld His strength froin me.
Make some one else thankful !-where
shall ! besinw
To Zoe sure, there was her poor
neighbor, Mrs. Vaughn, wasting away
with an incurable disease, and her
poverty did not admit of procuring
delicacies which might tempt the ftful
appetite. Mrs. Allison bethought her
Of the many jelly glssses and the canned
fruit in her closets, and mentally set
apart q portion for the invalid. There,
too, was the Wheeler family, who had
lost their home by fire, and who were
now receiving the half-welcome shelter
of a brothers overcrowded house. The
tenant house on her own upper place
was empty; why should she not offer it
rent free to honest John Wheeler for