Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1889-07-27

70 the scene OF disaster. 1t seemed no matter
about the bread; she could not lift her head
rom the pillow. And when she tried to answer
she found her voice fail her: she could not make
Dams mother hear
In few minutes the disturbed woman came
up to the bedroom. She did not suspect Hannah
oI lnduiging herself in fit Of bad temper; it
was rather from her habit of curiosity and sus-
picion that she looked in and saw a relaxed
ngure lying among the rumpled bed clothes
hannan family said that her head ached badly
ana sne must have taken more cold. She had
not been feeling well all the morning
i've worked through a good many mornings
when was ready to drop" said Ann Parish.
pu' WIN less ungraciousness than unual. She
nesltated minute. and then pulled a blanket
over her daughters shoulders and drew the
WINDOW curtain so that the sun would not flare
IN then she went away. Dan had taken his
dinner to distant field where he was at work
Later In the afternoon he came to the house.
put found nobody in the kitchen or sitting
room. his mother was not in the bed room.
and ne thought that Hannah might have gone
to visit some of her friends, which was A relief
to his mind, since he had been Worrying about
her all day. He heard footsteps in the room
overhead. which had been his sisters. and
presently found his mother there, looking over
poor Eilza's bureau, signing over the school
books and needle work and other relies. as N Is
her wont on Sundays and in special esffnts 81
depression.
Dan looked very tall and large in the bed
mother
sighed, but did not speak to him.
Where's Hannah?' asked the Young man.
=, she complained of her cold i'm the middle of
work. va WV
us she sick in bed?" demanded Dan. anx-
iously, and he gave his mother one dark, re-
proachful look, and turned away.
The two friends who had walked home from
church together that Sunday morning after
Hannah appeared bride were again in COM
pany another Sunday morning in carly Octo-
Der, and their voices had solemn tone.
Has the doctor given em any hope?" one
asked the other
HE says it's question of whether she's got
stren'th to pull through" was the answer.
shes dreadful sick woman; we both know
that as wells he does
Il see her this mornin' 'arly Just lookin'
through the door, an she's all gone to shadow
o what she was.'
Its the worst run o. fever that's ben about
here for years I've helped take care of sights
o SIGH folks, an know. IT'S a narrow chance
creatureI'
MY times past for watchiu' with the SICK"
SAID the other woman. plaintively. THE wust
sorrow my years has brought is ben' useless
now where l once could do"
Nobody amonst us has done her part more
bShOiouS, sdiu tHe younger woman Il never
see such picture o. sorrow as Dan is. Seems
II he couldn't hardly hold in from CRYING the
DAY through Him an Hannah's set the world
by each other. an had to work an wait a long
spell afore twas so Dan could feel at ease to
marry. l always mistrusted Ann Parish was
more difficult with her own folks than none of
us ever supposed. l don't believe but what
shes made 1t harder for Hannah than she likes
TO thlnk or now. She's a dreadful cornery
Persoh-the kenways always was-and yet
pretty appearing, an smart as whips. l never
llked the look i'll Ann Parish's eye. an yet
can say she ever give me misbeholden word.
Wen; pore Hannea's life is in the Lords
hands!' And SO the friends parted
Inc doctors gig went up the lane day after
Gay IN early morning and at nightfall. Dan
and his mother looked years older. and Hannah.
burning with fever, talked to them with piteous
unconsclousness OF their presence. She had
not known even Dan for week She begged
over and over that somebody would tell her
what she had done to make Mother Parish hate
her.
Il like Mother PARISH 1 wish 1 could make
her like me" she said once in a grieved child
ish tone, looking up with her dull eyes at the
ANXIOUS woman herself. There was nobody
else in the ROOM
Poor darlir'! love you now if never did
before. Oh, do get well, Hannah! I've always
liked you better than l could let on.' besought
Ann Parish, with an Outburst of tears.
But Hannah did not understand. Mother
Parish don't like me, Dan" she said, sadly.
The housework was doubled, and the farm
work could not be neglected even while the
farms young mistress seemed lingering on the
threshold Of deaths door. Dams mother was
overworked; she had no time to fret, scarcely
to mourn. All, how she missed her daughters
quick step and willingness and her interest in
all the home affairs! Hannah used to sing a
good deal about her work in the days when she
was first at the farm. Little by little the old
feeling faded out; all the mothers rope and
prayer was for the love of her two children.
1t seemed to her that nothing could ever fret
her or make her surly any more If Dams wife
could only get we'll
In one Of the lovely days Of the Indian sum-
mer the two neighbors, after their old custom,
waited for each other and walked home to-
gether from church.
SWELL" said the elder, ~ must say il made
me happy to see Parish's folks out to meetin'.
Hannah looked feeble. but she's pickin' I'D
fast; she'll be smart before winter, and that's a
blessin'."
II see Dams mother stealin' glances at her in
meetin' time, 'fectionate as could be: there
want none OF her tears to-day, sames the Sun
day after they was married. Hannah looked
sweet, didn't she, with them little curly rings
o hair about her forehead? Well, sometimes
folks enjoys better health after a fever"
Its been the greatest blessin' that ever Ann
Parish had to come SO nigh losin' her. She
feels it, too; she knows it has broke down her
own foolishness. tell We there amt a CRATE
fuller creatur in town than she is. And she
mothers her now an Dan too, as never she did
before
Just then the friends heard wagon behind
them and stepped back among the late asters
on the roadside. Dan and Hannah and their
mother were driving home, and greeted the old
neighbors affectionately. After they passed
the friends Ann Parish wrap a little spare
shawl that she had brought about her daugh-
ter 8 thin shoulders She tucked it in round
her with great care, as if she felt true pleasure
in doing kind service.
Don't you remember twas Just the other
way that first Sunday we saw 'em goin' homer"
exclaimed one of the lookers-on
THE LORE OF SUNSTROKE.
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