Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1891-11-12
own yo3ition. tsu,,,stgbe sths%nthc an

own vo3itiona&&slt fmustEb =thstathe an.
guish of his abrupt leave-taking, the
anxiety for his welfare and thesB ong-
irG for sight of him during this weary
tine haa swSNtcn deep lines upon the
| pathnt face. g. & :,
II "Eberas Caleb back" James sprang
apps ifSsin gM escape from the heavy
thoughts as the distant beat ofshoofs
smote upon his ear. ''She is only his
listepmotber, and yet he walks np4o the
libqsiness like a soldier, hating tins he
does. Caleb has the making of soldier
| in him, believe Isl
James was many years older before
he could fully recognize the fact that
there is nothing more heroic than the
persistent standing by the !duties,sman
or great, of every day life. ! ! 81 ,,.,,
Hello Caleb he cried,f you've
made quick trip 81 $~#
YES" said Caleb, still !with the
beaming face belonging with tie fin
ished letter 'fShag hasn't been at
| work to-day, and he's as full of3jump
as if-as if--he'd got a letter off him
self" J /, nv e
James could not help joining II the
! boys gleeful laugh. II ~s-~
Il wish I~felt as you do, Caleb,'' he
said. : II it.t ] ~ j
"I'll tell you what" said Caleb,
with the air of one telling a great Sc.
eret, II don't believe there's anything
makes you feel half so good as doing
something you think you ought to do"
I Not going to turn ip2" he asked, re.
turning from the stable, after giving
his little nag faithful care. !: :: !,
"No, I'm going to write a letter.
'Tm glad 'tisn't me-" with an ex-
pressive shake of his head. ''I'm. tired
enough to sleep for week" !,
Mother was not watching at the gate
on the Tuesday on which a letter might
| be expected from James. Indeed, there
| sometimes crept over father and Susan
| a cold chill of, fear that she might
never stand there or anywhere else
| again. s..> u,tst{..<, {. =
| For the feet which had taken SO
had SO patiently held to the round Of
small duties laid out by Him who Or
ders all our ways, were at last taking
rest. She had been suffering with
low fever, and the doctor shook his
head with a discouraged face as day
followed day, to be heightened into
week following week, and still the
pulse grew weaker and the faded eye.
DINNER. 3
! IF there was anything to rouse her, ="
the old doctor had said, sorely per-
picked at the utter lack of resultsto all
his applied remedies There isn't Sc
Of vitality. Nothing seems to touch it. :"
He sat with; "a helpless, .baf1ied look.
During the latter weeks Susan had
stolen out on Tuesday for little sea.
son of wistful watching for the longed.
for5letter which had never come. But
to-day she sat still, weighed down by
the burden Of dread of what. might be-
scarcely hearing the slow. rumble OF
/ the wagon as father drove along the
i lane. Z A few moments later he ap
peared at the door and held up lette,
before Susan Fey She forgot hel
caution in a glad spring towards him.
"a letter! A letter from James!'
! She controlled her voice to a. wills
| per, bnt other had been stirred from
1aher half-stupor, and had opened he,
eyes. The doctor was watching her.
Read it" he said, motioning Susan
to the seat at her mothers side.
! DEAR MOTHER: I've been thinking tonight
| how long it is since left home. never thought
| it would be so long really didn't when. 1 got
| into u pet and came off. And if I've won
dered once Why I did it I've wondered q
| md for r N1xvo
| three years seen any place that was quite up t.
| home And if was to stay three times three;
| I'd never find any body like you and father and
| Susy.
There's another thing rye been wondering.
and that's whether you want to see such
| good-for- nothing as me there again. - -
! A little sob came from mother, and
Susan paused in alarm.
| re- Go on" motioned the doctor. 81
| But I'm most sure you do, and I'm coming.
home mother 1tWon't be SO very -long before
you see me. I've learneda lot,of lessons since
, left and the one I've learned the best is that
! any boy who goes around ,ne world hunting fol
| better place than home is simpeton Sc
! I'm coming to be your boy again. And if you
don't find that,I can be a comfort to you and
father and Susy why, all you can do is to send
| me away again." ~.
'Her fever'll be up again" said Susy,
OSuutuS over ler uOlner III HuLLef o.
! JOY and anxiety. I > IL.
But there was a smile on mothers
face and a light of hope and peace IN
her eyes which had long been wan ting
there. , Il J. #:Ez
THANK Cod" she whispered. My
boys coming home" IT,:
And when James veryEsoon followed
his letter he held his breath at learn;
ing how very snearshe had come to find,
ing deso'ate home, and thankfully re-.
joicea in the blessed privilege of win.
ming his mother back to health and
happiness s55 z5. zz=5zT NIT &! I
There are many boys who put off the
home-letters and home coming until
too late.-Sydney Dayre, in N. Y. OBJ,
server. M .