Milford chronicle., 1889-02-01

FrVVbv George, what is the matterp For
as long as live can never forget the tired,
detected, dropping little figure as he stood in
the door .'Oh, nothing, only tired, with a.
pathetic little smile. In day or two he was
taken down with fever, and for weeks lay at
deaths door simply from overwork Tho
first week of his illness he raved continually
about his work, and it was enough to break
ones heart to hear him urging his team tc
their work, OF his plow would break, or It
was 80 hard to throw the dirt up hill" Ho
kept this up for a week, never minutes
nest night or day, and every day his voice
grew weaker, until one day he opened his
ewes. and looking around the room said, "the
nlows are all broke" and never mentioned
them again. But for weeks he was not ou'
Of danger. -
Now where was anything gained In tina
transaction. A long illness to be borne, 4
large doctors bill to pay; besides tho caro- ano
anxiety such an illness caused his parents
As he was slowly recovering, his physician
said: "This illness was caused more from
overwork than anything else; now, see that
it is never done again
Another case of boys overwork, which
know to be true, was where a man set a boy.
of II years of age to plowing, and the only
way he could turn the plough was to put bis
head under the cross pieces, between the
handles, letting It rest on the back OF hts
neck, until he injured his spine and was taken
Ack and lived only few days In the In.
tense heat Of harvest Is another terrible time
for the boys; hard, indeed, for strong men
MAKES A MOTHERS HEART ACHE.
Last summer our own boy, stout young
fellow Of 10, who had worked from early
spring with scarcely days intermissiop, o.
without a word Of complaint, side by ddi
with another man much older than himself,
then through four or five weeks Of harvest
until day or two before it was over, can't
into nv room q was III at the timel looking
so sad and worn that it frightened me, and ]
said to him; "What is the matter, dear, don't
you feel weIGn "Oh, ma" he said, Il an
lust nearly dead, my head aches so, just look
at my hands" holding up his hands, perfectly
: covered inside with callouses and blisters,
while his lips quivered and tears stood In MS
dark eyes, something that had not seen tol
wears. for he Is usually too proud to complain
I IYesterdav nv nose bled until could hardl
go. l do wish father would let me OF thi
afternoon; won't you ask him tor How
went to my mother heart to have to tell hiI
! that father said "no, must try and ge
through while the fair weather lasts, only 4
mother can know, and there was good dea
r Of bitterness In my thoughts that afternoon
, as / thought Of nay boy and his soErowtu
d face.
k His father did not mean to be hard, for !
;. he had been sunstruck or stricken down wit
It illness he would then have counted his graf
10 Of verv little worth beside the life Of his boy
70 but he only thought then Of the work on han
If and that the resting could be done some othe
time. But that Is one reason why 50 man
bows leave their homes so soon and so tho
ough despise farming, when little goo
40 Judgment, tempered with mercy for then
- would do more good than all the stern con
:. mands that were ever uttered
ii5 i5 WOh, il We could only live the past h'
Years over again, said a friend whose on
- child. a promising boy Of Is, had died OF co
81 sumption, ''for know he worked too har
- he was always so willing and we new
i,o stopped to think that the work might be t
~ ~ much for him. But now we can see whe
~ ~ we did wrong" What a pity all parer
III III cannot see, before they meet with some su
,av trouble, and be really parents at heart
- stead Of thoughtless taslmasters whose pr
~ ept prosperity is gained in great measure
~, ~ fearful expense-the broken down cons
~, - tutions of their boys.-One Who Loves The
m, -Ss IN St. Louis Republic.