The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1885-06-20

'lve learned not to be disappointed
at anything, mother" she replied,
calmly.
Before she went to sleep she wrote in
her diary: delays teach patience and
care teaches faith, and press of business
makes US look out for minutes to give
to God, and disappointment is special
message to summon our thoughts to
heaven. If, when they all come, we
would seek not to run away from them,
but to learn Gods lesson in them, we
should soon leave off calling them try
ing"
The next morning the villagers were
standing in the store, the postoffice and
in the street, telling each other that
Sam Cary had broken his leg, and his
sister Jane wasn't going West after all.
An old farmer, who heard the news as
he was going into the postoffice for his
mail, said:
PITY it hadn't been Sam Cary's
head. He isn't worth nothing to no.
body. He's so lazy that he wont do a
good days work once in a year. It's
amazing strange that such critters are
allowed to live in the world to hinder
and torment other folks, when there are
so many that it seems as if you couldn't
spare, nohow, are taken out of it. fIt
beats m theology, now, tell you p. 4
I'm sorry for Jane" said the post
master, as he handed the farmers mail
through the delivery window "She's
had very hard time, and she is always
so patient and cheerful. | expect she
helped her brother John get his start
again"
Meanwhile Jane Cary had started on
her way to Deerfeld three stations
beyond. She had unpacked her trunk
the night before, folded up the new
black cashmere dress, and pinned it
carefully in a clean linen towel. and
laid it in the bottom bureau drawer.
I'm glad to see you, Jane; | knew
you'd come" Sam said, as his sister
came into the room where he was lying.
1--WE had bad luck again. 1t beats all
how done it. You know / was work
ing for Captain Higgins, at the south
end of the town. Well, me and him
couldn't agree, nolow. He's dead set
on getting his helpup at five o'clock in
the morning, and won do that for
any live man. vent on the mountain
chopping, but its hard work, chopping
is, and | never hsd no strength in my
arms, you know. | was just going to
throw up my job, when tree fell on
me, and here | be-
Jane Cary only said, Il am so sorry,
Sam"
There was nothing else to be said
She had advised and expostulated with
Sam all of his life. She felt that her
efforts heretofore had been in vain, and
that words in Sans case would only be
wasted.
DR.. Crawford, the surgeon, watched
her as she quietly moved about doing
such things as were necessary for her
injured brothers comfort. There are
some people, and Jane Cary was one of
them, whose high qualities enable them
to meet the contingencies of life calmly,
and who have clear vision as to the
best methods of dealing with them. As
the sister planned the removal of the
patient that afternoon, and talked over
the probabilities and possibilities of his
case, the surgeon could not help con-
trasting her strength of character with
that of the weak, vaccllating brother
zone of the women whom Emerson
speaks of, who do not need to lean, but
to clasp hands in the journey of life, y
was the mental encomium he passed
upon Jane Cary, as she stood before
him.
''Would it be convenient for you to
superintend my brothers removal in
person, DR.. Crawford?' she asked.
81 can arrange to do so, if you de-
sire it, Miss Cary" he replied.
81 think it best if you can do so with
out interfering with your duty toward
your other patients, was her reioinder.
Sam Cary bore the journey well, bet
ter than DR.. Crawford anticipated, but
he had sustained a compound fracture,
and it was going to be long pull, the
surgeon said.
Days and weeks went on. The sew
ing machines click, click, click, was
heard from early morn until late at
night, but the little woman who was its
motive power, worked with will and
a thankful heart.
'In every mysterious dispensation OF
providence there was always great
mercy, Sne Sdlu, anu Une unexpected
early arrival of some of the city board
ers had brought her so much business
that the money necessary to tide Sam
over his misfortune was already pro-
vided for. Meanwhile the patient sister
waited on the brother, whose nature
could not see anything sacrificial about
her devotion. He was even very exact
ing and irritable at times, but this was
borne with patience and in quietude by
the high-minded, noble woman who
cared for him.
DR.. Crawford came often and was
very attentive to his patient Jane
wished he would not make quite so
many visits; she dreaded the heavy bills
that must be presented in the future.
1t was for this that the sewing machine
kept up its tireless round of wheel.
Sometimes Sam groaned because of its
monotonous tones and wished Jane
would move it to remote corner of the
house, or puther customers off until his
nerves were stronger.
Dr. Crawford was q bachelor He
had Just passed his forty-ffth birthday.
He had not married because of that
grave amid the clump of pines in the
cemetery of his native village. Twenty
years before lovely girl had been laid