The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1897-01-09

Mrs. I anlboy's
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with little sob, ''let us kneel down to-
gether, as we used to when we were first
married"
1t was happy but tear-stained face that
Mr.. "allboy kissed when they rose from
their knees.
Somehow the guests did not seem after
that like strangers, but friends And the
meetings, where thousands met with a
single thought, were full Of inspiration
and kindled glow that made the minor
veXations of life too small to he noticed.
When the hour of parting came on Friday
it was with real regret that Mrs. Tallboy
watched the retreating forms and valises
disappear down the street.
The next spring came a letter announcing
the death of his wife
II know, dear friends, you would SYM
pathiZe with me in my great bereavement,
though you knew my wife so little, and
want to tell you that the brightest spot in
her last year was the time of the Board
meetings in your house. 1t seems that she
already suspected what suffering was before
her. But those days of rest and real pleas
ure were like special blessing sent before
her trial. She often spoke of them in her
last terrible illness. 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, a
wild boy, went West, much against their
wishes. In few months he was taken i'll
and consumption, long in his SYSTEM seem
ed inevitable. 1t was long, sad Journey
for the anguish-stricken parents their only
hope to reach him before he died. At the
station in the little far off settlement, what
should first greet their astonished eyes but
the cheerful, red whiskered face of Mr..
Hayward.
'Your son is at our house" he exclaim-
ed, with hearty grip of his hand, first
one, then the other eve have a room
already for you. Keep up your courage
| think he is going to pull through"
Who can picture the thankfulness of that
mothers heart when he told how, on hear
ing her sons name, Halifax Tallboy-
there luck in odd names as well as num-
bers sometimes, he said, smiling-he had
gone at once to the ranch where he Law
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 st,l al l.! i.,.p.
Already the beautiful nursing they had
given him was telling on him, so the doc
tor assured Mrs Tallboy. Quite as much
as by the signs of returning health the
parents hearts we've gladdened by seeing
in their hayward boy a new humility of
spirit and a thoughtfulness for others.
The next afternoon Mrs. Tallboy 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.. Hayward brought me here
| tainted from weakness, and they both
thought / was dying. He kneeled down
by me and prayed for me-and for you,
mother, | never heard such a prayer. 1t
went to my heart, that and his kindness
before. | said to myself then, for the first
time in my life, too, will be a Christian,
whether die or live and mean it still,
mother.n
Can you not imagine the depth OF feeling
in Mrs. Tallboy's voice as she said to her
husband that night: "Oh, what if | had
refused to take any guests at the meeting
OF the Board Mrs 5. II. Gilman.