Smyrna times., 1891-05-20

woman has eight children, she told me
at tea, and her husbands salary was
raised to 500 And she hasn't been
away from home for single day for
over fifteen years. Oh, won't 1 see
that she has good time now And I
begin to like the Haywards, too, such
frank, whOle-hearted people, no trouble
at all to entertain. john" with little
sob, "let us kneel down together. as
we used to when we were first mar
ried."
1t was happy, but tear.stained face
that Mrs. TallbOy kissed when thew
rose from their knees.
Somehow the guests did not seem
after that like strangers, but friends.
And the meetings, where thousands
met filled with single thought, were
full OF inspiration and kindled a glow
that made the minor vexations of life
too small to be noticed. When the
hour OF parting came, it was with real
regret that Mrs. Tallboy watched the
retreating forms and valises disappear
down the street.
The next spring came letter from
Mr.. Brock announcing the death of his
wife.
Il knew, dear friends, YOU would
sympathize with me in nv great be.
Feavement, though you knew my wife
so little, and wished to tell you that
the brightest spot in her last year was
the time of the Board meetings at your
mouse. 1t seems that she already sus.
pected what suffering was before her.
But those days of rest and real pleas
ure were like a special blessing sent
before her trial. She often spoke of
them in her last terrible illness. 7
never can thank you enough that YOU
gave them to her"
Mrs. Tallboy could not speak as she
handed the letter to her husband.
Three years after the Tallboy's son.
wild boy, went West much against
their wishes. In few months he was
taken i'll, and consumption, long in his
system seemed inevitable. It was n
long, sad journey for the anguish.
stricken parents, their only hope to
reach him before he died. At the sta
ton in the far-of settlement. what
should first greet their astonished ewes
but the cheerful red-whiskered face of
Mr.. Hayward.
Your sOl is at our house ~ he ex-
claimed with hearty grip of his strong
hand, first one, then the other. "We
have room all ready for you. Keep
up your courage. think he is going
to pull through"
Who can picture the thankfullness of
that mothers heart when he told her
how, on hearing her sons name-Hali-
fax TallbOy-"There's luck in odd
names as well as numbers sometimes"
he said, smiling-he had gone at once
to the ranch where he lay dying of
poor care and poor fare, and brought
him home that very day to his wife, |
though they had moved into their /
rough little house but two days before
and were still all in a heap.
Already the beautiful nursing thew |
had given him was telling on him, so
the doctor assured Mr.. Tallboy. Quite
as much as by the signs of returning
health the parents hearts were glad
dened by seeing in their wayward boy
new humility of spirit and thought.
fullness for others.
The next afternoon Mrs. Tallbov
was sitting in happy silence beside his
rocking-chair on the little porch facing
The glorious mountains. He took her
hand softly. "The night Mr.. Hay
ward brought me here I tainted from
and they both thought 1
vas dying. He kneeled down by me
Ind prayed for me-and for you.
mother. I never heard such a prayer.
t went to my heart, that, that and his
before. I said to myself
hen, for the first time in my life, 1 too,
will be Christian, whether 1 die or
i've; and mean it still, mother"
Can you not imagine the depth of
ceiling in Mrs. TallbOy's voice as she
aid to her husband that night. "Oh,
What if 1 had refused to take any
t the meeting of the Board.