The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1890-07-23

the family attended called upon tho
Wards. This was nothing unusual, but
the hour that he chose on this occasion
was most unusual. 1t was very early in
the morning, when the household was
just beginning to stir.
Mr.. Baxter asked to see Mr.. Ward and
after a short conference with him John
went up to his wife's room. When he
appeared again he was holding James
hand, keeping it in his as he led her
down the stairs. His manner toward her
was even more gentle than usual, and the
way in which he led her, as though she
were little child, seemed strange. She
looked up in his face inquiringly, and
saw there grave expression that filled
her with vague sense of uneasiness.
"What is it, John" she asked, as
they were about to enter the sitting
loom.
"Mr. Baxter will tell you, my DEAR"
replied John, pressing her hand
Jane was sure now that something
dreadful had happened, and she was so
dazed when she entered the room that
her husband had to put his arm around
her and lead her to the sofa, on which
he gently placed her, taking his seat be.
side her.
"Mrs. Ward-Jane," said the minis
ter, 'you were always sensible girl
one to be relied on, and we rely en- you
now--your husband and l."
"Yes, jane" said John, pressing her
hand.
90, John!" said Jane, resting her
cheek against his shoulder and looking
up in his face with fearful eyes, "tell me
what it is, tell me-don't keep me in this
suspense"
John looked at the preacher, who
nodded his head.
"Do you remember, DEAR" he said,
''the last time your father was here
told you he had troubled look?"
eyes, l remember" replied Jane
tremulously. Something has happened
to him. He has met with some misfor.
tune-he is i'll. What is itl"
She had lifted her head from her hus-
bands shoulder and drew little back,
still looking in his face What she saw
there told of worse than illness.
"Ohw she cried, letting her head drop
upon his breast, ~ know know! Papa
is dead"
Mr.. Baxter quietly left the room, and
John Ward sat silently holding his weep
ing wife in his arms.
After awhile he said few smoothing
words to her, and then suggested that
they should go to her mother.
EYES," she said gently, "that is where
ought to be. We will go at once"
Mrs. Lewis was overwhelmed with
grief. Frivolous though she had been,
and fond of foolish display, she had loved
her husband-how dearly she had never
known until he had passed out of her
| life.
Edith and Julia had been all the morn
ing in their own rooms, crying and sob
bing intermittently, and looking over
the fashion plates for the styles in which
they should have their mourning made,
leaving their mother alone with her grief;
and when Jane came she clung to her as
to stay of comfort.
Much of James time was now devoted
to her mother, who could not bear TO
have her away from her for any great
length of time.
"Ah, Jane, my DEAR" she said one
day, "little do we think when we are
wasting time on the follies of the world,
how very short life is, and how soon we
may have to part with those we love.
Never, my child, let anything win you
away from the side of your husband; for
if you do, the time will come when you
will thing with regret of the many,
many hours lost to you and him, for the
sake of things that give no real happi-
ness"
"You need have no fear of that,
mamma" said Jane; 'there is nothing
the world can offer that would induce
ME to spend an hour away from John
that could be spent with him."
When Mr.. Lewis's affairs were wound
up, it was found that there was little of
his once considerable wealth left for the
widow and children. The house in
which they lived was heavily mortgaged
and had TO be sold; but the old man had
purchased the cottage he had inquired
about, the night of his last visit to Jane,
probably with the expectation of soon
having to give up the more expensive es-
tablishment, and this, under the super.
vision of John Ward, and at his expense,
/ was put in habitable condition.
There Mrs. Lewis-who had not been
/ ignorant of her husbands embarrass-
ments, but had paid little heed to his
words when he confded in her-took up
her abode, with Edith and Julia and
Edith's husband; their rinterests and well
fare looked after by the once despised
brickmason's son.-NeW Orleans Times
| Democrat.
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