The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-11-26
rooms that seemed llle faIry-land to

rooms that seemed like fairy-land to
him. All that night Jim and Andrew
walked restlessly about, but Ephraim
Tracy sat, pathetic, bowed figure, by
his daughters bed. His son-in-law had
asked him to his house at last. but
| alas--for this. But il was the fathers
hand that administered the needed
nour!shment, the fathers hand that
smoothed the damp and curling hair.
the fathers hand that held the pale
and wasted one, and Godfrey Dilling-
nam, as he watched too. for the first
| time in his life saw, in the despised old
man something to revere.
Night passed, and 1t was the day
before Thanksgiving. The doctor came,
and with his practiced eye detected a
change. He looked across to where
Eliza beth's husband stood, gray and
haggard. awaiting his verdict.
"Dillingham," SAID he, gently, to
morrow will be Thanksgiving day.
Thank God for your mercies. for your
wife will live"
A low sobbing broke in upon them,
1t was old Ephraim Tracy, down upon
his knees, his face hidden in the COW
erlet. Though the tears were raining
down his own face, Godfrey Dilling-
ham went over to the old man and lift
ed him as he would child.
"Come. father" he whispered,
brokenly, "come."
The afternoon of Thanksgiving day
Elizabeth lay on her pillows exhaust
ed, worn, but at peace with all the
world.
"And you're all here" she wills
pered happily, Father, mother. An
drew, Jia and dear old Jud. Oh, I've
been so sick but this repays me for
it ALL" She smiled at them, her old,
sweet smile, and then she murmured
kiss me, all of you, for am So
happy"
They kissed her, as she asked, with
full and thankful hearts, and quietly
went away. Jud's turn came last.
The great, honest fellow stood over
her, his childish face alight with a
wonderful joy.
"You are to get well, Lizzie" he
whispered, rapturously; "and oh, ]
say, Liz, amt it all grand?"
His sister raised her feeble hand and
laid it against the loyal cheek.
"Grand-aye, that it is. Juddie," she
echoed, dreamily.
The room was quiet now, with only
her husband beside her. Elizabeth
turned her eloquent eyes to his. Those
eyes, that he had feared might never
know him more this side of the gates
of pearl.
you've been good 10 me in every
thing but one, Godfrey; you won't re-
fuse me now?" she said.
He understood. for he bent over her
suddenly, and for an instant his
cheek lay against her own.
"My wife, my wife," he cried, with
solemn emphasis. your life shall be
n different one, please God. from this
day forward-and theirs, too" he add
ed, reverently.
They hunted the place over for old
Ephraim Tracy a few minutes after
wards, but ii was his wife who found
him, back of the big barn, sitting on
bench. The gray head was bowed
between the wrinkled hands. and he
was weeping unrestrainedly.
She went up to him and touched his
arm.
Come, father" she said, gently.
The old man lifted his head, striving
in vain tc still the trembling of his
quivering lips.
I'm cryin'. Mandy" he answered,
brokeniy, "and l can't help it. Only
to think; it'sThanksgiving day, Lizzie's
gettin' well, and-he-called me-fa-
ther-Mandy."
His wife nodded with tear-wet, smil-
ing eyes, and hand in hand they turned
and went into Elizabeth's house.-Su-
san Hubbard Martin, in Ladies' World,
New York.
A THOUGHTLESS REMARK.