The Nevada picayune., 1885-01-15
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 But sometimes even yet the an gel of the Lord speaks to mems heart in dreams and visions of the night. When the day was ended the farmer went to bed, and slept the deep, quiet sleep of man in perfect health resting from hon. est work. Toward morning he owoke. and then for awhile he lay in that half-wakinC half-sleeping state where dreams are apt to visit the mind.
 Was it dream? Was it memo ry7 Or was it not something con- posed of both? Again tte house was darkened, cautious footsteps moved lightly through the silent rooms. voices were never heard above whisper, for the wife and mother Jay dangerously ill. He came in from the barn just as he had come on that sorrowful after noon in the spring to find that the feeble spark of life in the little new born daughter had suddenly gone out. But now it was not the baby that was dead; the kind neigh Dor who had been taking care of it sat beside the fire holding it in her arlrs. and tears were running down her cheeks as she tried to soothe it's wailing cries. "Poor lit tie baby" she murmurcd, 'poor little motherlesS thing!"
 With deadly fear clutching at his heart he paSsed her and went into his wife's room. A rigid form lay on the bed, covered with a sheet; but even as he sank on his knees with bitter groan soft voice seemed to whisper in his ear: "She is not gene; she is given back to you. This is only what might have been.'
 "Thank God'' he fervently ex- claimed; and suddenly the vision faded.
 It faded, but gave place to an- other. He stood at the gate watching bis eldest boy training his favorite colt. The pretty creature was full of life and spirit, but Willie was a good rider and kept his seat easily. Up and down the road they went several times. but at last, just as they were pass ing the gate, hunter concealed in by the willows in the creek unex- pectedly fired his gun.
 The frightened colt gave a leap to one side, and the boy was thrown. Had his head came Tn con- tact with the gate past7 The father sprang to raise him with dread he could not have expressed; but the boy looked up in his face with d braveattempt to sirile. Don't be frightened father; it's only a broken leg, and that will mend; my neck wouldn't" And again, as he lifted the lad in his arms, he whis- pered "Thank Godn' "Tha lk God!r And now it was midnight he stood upon the hill overlooking his home; all wss still; the inmates of the house were locked in slum- Der. Suddenly a bright hght flashed from one of the windows, and in another moment he could see the curling flames filing all the rooms. He tried to shout, but his voice died in his throat; his feet were rooted to the spot; he could not move. With unuterable hor- TOT he saw the fire stealing from floor to roof; yet the sleepers did not awake. His wife and children must he see them perish before his eyes7 With a mighty effort he broke the speh that bound him, ut tering a cry of agony, at the same instant his wife's hand was laid mon his arm. "John! John! what is the matters"
 "Nothing," he answered with a deep sigh of relief. It was a dream. Thank God it was only a dream"
 After that he slept no more. The words he had spoken three times echoed Tn his heart. 'Thank God! Thank Godr' Had he any thing to be thankful for"
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