The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1897-03-20

7".n' You mustn't do 40,
= ""l' 70 Know how TO treat man
ln 'ne sulks' You can punish Hell
~ ~Ho u'"s not behave TO please Won.
"ne'"er you are right or wrong for no
- tne under dog; but what can vo,, do
with little boy Of flftv-seven, r.
week Mr.. Tucker showed s,,., ~
propensity FOR keeping himself in evi,
oen'e' re would come In from the
farm At all hours Of the day and inst,.
tu'e eiaDorate searches for unknown Or
ticles. and II his wife asked him ,,hot
he was looking for or begged n holm
him he Invariably turned a deaf cor
re 'ouno nunberless things recurring
MS immediate attention within siob. ~
the kitchen door II was not tbat no
wanted TO be near al hand IN o,,,,s.,.. =,
spoken 10 and not answer. He also de-
yeloped a rigid independence TO his
toilet. tie could look after himself he
guessed; be didn't want any meddlino
with nis things. One rainy day he was
busy ior some time upstairs. and later
on MS "lIe FOUND out that he had boon
turning out the contents OF his bureau
drawers and rearranging them after an
original conception Of his own nv tbis
time sne would have worn sackcloth
and ashes, If sackcloth and ashes had
anything to do with the case. He even
refused assistance with his collars. 90
ing 80 far as to trim Off the fraved
edges OF an old one to wear TO town
meeting, much to her modification. and
on sunday, while driving to church. as
sne saw his checked necktie sliding
around to his ear and ventured 10 re-
place II, ne deliberately put up his left
hand and showed 1t around again. Then
she knew he was very mad.
Or course, II wore off in time: but a
touch OF new Independence remained
and another result less palpable per-
haps, a shading of, as 1t were, of the
undisturbed self-importance which had
hitherto marked his demeanor. man
cannot be confined four or five hours I'm
closet on broiling day in July, from
circumstances over which he has no
control, and preserve intact his sense of
conscious superiority over all mani
mate things. Even a stout wooden
button Of his own fashioning NAV be
sufncient agent to enlarge his views.
The Instruments that shape our ends
are not always such as we would choose
ourselves. 1t Is a curious fact. vet
true, that nothing had ever done Israel
Tucker more good than being shut up
in that closet.
In the first sharp days OF fall Mrs.
Tucker fell sick, and when she recover
ed the doctor told her husband that
her heart was weak. "You must see
10 1t now that she doesn't overdo." he
said. Make her sit down more, and
not stoop over or reach up, or get tired
out"
He was young doctor and very able.
Israel went to the door to see him drive
out Of the yard in his mud-splashed
buggy. He did not go back to the room
where his wife was. He looked out
of the end window. Little was to be
seen from the window, and that little
he did not see. but he stood there some
time.
II was a trial to the able-bodied wom-
an, whose life had been spent in taking
steps for Others. to give up her active
ways and let many things 90 undone.
Israel did his best to follow the doctors
instructions. He did more; he began in
feeble, rudimentary fashion to take
care Of her. At first it seemed to Mrs.
Tucker more bother than use. She ex-
pressed herself quite openly about 1t.
She had never been a scold, but she
had had her own way in that kitchen.
His fingers were all thumbs When
he broke the handle off the sugar bowl
trying TO make her a cup of tea she
felt that the whole household was go
ing to rack and ruin and told him so.
By-and-by il began to give her a GER
tain pleasure to see Israel stepping
about the house. bringing her her shawl
or placing foOtstool for her He had
never done those things before. even
when counting; he had supposed that
she knew enough to take care OF her.
self.
One day she sat in her room while
Israel. on his knees beside her, strug-
gled over her shoes with the button
hook. His sleek, gray head and busy,
work-hardened hands were pleasant
in her eyes She suddenly threw her
arms around his neck and kissed him.
And l suppose she had not done 1t Ike
that since she was young.
our New England emotions are Ike
our bottled cider; they have a tang
Of their own. but the cork comes out
hard, and not always without sn ex-
ploSiOn.
"Oh. Isr'el." said she. you're so
good. don't IKE to make you do so
much for me all the time
Israel looked up. He was not smil-
ing. but In his sober face there was
look as OF one who was slowly rising
10 the occasion.
You might as well get used to IT,
he said. doctor said to see to you
some. an I'm going to do it..
"But don't want you should wait
on me so much-I don't need It,"
Il amt said yet didn't like it. an
swered Israel.-New York Tribune.
A Comforting Text.
Rowland Of TOrOu-