Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1888-11-02


The little sufferer made no complaint
on the road, though at times his pain
was excruciating. Rose and her
mother met Clarence, who bore the
sick child in his arms. The cleanest,
whitest sheets, the sOftest bed and pill
lows were prepared for him.
Little Amos was too much exhausted
to speak his gratitude, but from his
pale face, and sad eyes, came the ex-
pressions of thanks. A smile spread
over the wasted features. worn by suf-
fering, and he whispered:
They come here now-they'll come
again"
"Who will come, little dearp" asked
Mrs. Stuart.
1.-The angels-they come to me before
when was here, and now, when l die,
they will find me, because you are good
here, so good
"You will not die now, Amos, you
must get well again, and be happy and
hear the birds sing, and watch the
lambs play in the pasture, as you used
to do"
"No," said Amos, II will never be
well again here, but oh, l want to see
sister Helen. She went off with
strange man, and she has been gone so
long. Oh, why don't she come backP"
''She will come back, Amos"
"But am going to die, and l want
to see her before do"
"You must not think of dying" said
the kind Mrs. Stuart.
1.-The doctor at the poor-house said /
must die, and want to see sister Helen
before go; want to kiss her once
more and have her arms around me-"
"She will come home Monday" said
Mrs. Stuart. She had determined to
Inaucc ner husband to 20 on Helcn's
bond should she be committed by the
magistrate. The preliminary cxamin-
alton would be on Monday next, and
she could then be bailed out, If not
acquitted.
Amos wanted to know when it would
be Monday, and Mrs. Stuart said it
would be only two days more. She
called her husband in the room to see
the little sick boy. Beneath that rugged
exterior the farmer had a kind heart.
and tears gathered in his eyes as he be-
held the little sufferer.
He sent Will, his youngest son, to
Newton for the best physician, and
took scat by the bedsids Of the little
cripple.
You look better, now" said the
boy, who noticed the change in Mr..
Stuart. "You don't frown at me any
more, you are not mad at Amos now"
mo. my little boy. Twas never mad
ct you"
Every thingis 90 bright; Tam sureI
am going to die. because every body ID
better. and the angels are coming" ~
mo. no, Amos, you will not die; you
must live. aad win give you . pony
and some little lambs. and you shall
stay here all the time"
The prospects Of life were 30 bright
ct these promises that the face grew
hopeful.
The doctor came. and Mr.. Stuart met
him in the hall.
'.Save that child, II possible, doctor
Il you have to devote every hour of
your time to him." MIR. Stuart felt
now that his stubbornness had been the
cause Of all this misery. He hated the
proud Mrs. Arnold and her tales of
mild scandal.
Tho doctor said there was but little
hope. Amos might live, but it was very
doubtful
Little Amos would sleep q few
moments, and then awake and ask II it
was Monday. had Helen come; ooh,
would she come before he diedr"
The fatal Monday came. The doctor
came At one O'Clock. and announced
that the child could net live long-that
he was dying even then.
II know it," the little cripple said.
Tho angels are waiting to take me
away" Then his face would light up
with smile that seemed nothing less
than reflection of the beams from the
open gates of Paradise. There is only
one thing want" he said.
"What is that1" asked Mrs. Stuart.
Tell me what you wish, little dear,
and if it is in my power, it shall be
granted"
Iwant to see sister Helen and tell
her goodbye. just let me see her
once more before 60. that can tell
father and mother she Is happy"
Who could deny the request of the
dying child. Clarence was ordered to
harness the swiftest horse to the light
est vehicle and drive. without regard to
horse-iiesh, to the village. He must
stop the trial and bring Helen there at
all hazards. and to say that he. Mr..
Stuart, would be responsible for the
prisoner.
Five minutes later Clarence was
driving his swift-footed Prince at
dead run toward Newton.
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