Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1904-01-19
''YE HAVE DONE It UNTO NE. T"
10 HE sun was slipping behind the


CO HE sun was slipping behind the
fringe of trees across the field
when Zeb Fulton reached the
end of the rows. With an effort he
Strengthened himself. The hoe fell to
the ground He unwound a red hand
kerchief from about his neck wiped
over his face, and. turning, let his eyes
wander over the patch of cotton Some
thing like a groan escaped him. 1t
looked a hopeless task; excepting for
few dozen rows that he had hoed, cot
kon could scarcely be seen in the rank
weeds.
Zeb Fulton had moved into the Glib
town neighborhood, in the early winter.
from the Clear Greek country. There
he had owned q small farm; but, his
wife falling sick, he had mortgaged it
that he might pay doctors bills. A
crop failure forced him to turn over
the farm to his creditors. With an in
valid wife and four helpless children
it had been difficult for him to rent a
farm. Landowners wanted men that
had a good force of hands" The
cabin and little hillside patch was the
best he could do. Under favoring cir
cumstances it did not promise much;
hampered as he was it looked almost
hopeless.
He walked slowly toward the cabin.
AS he climbed the fence between it and
the field the children came running to
meet him. The tired look vanished
from his face as they chung to his
trousers and reached up for his hands.
The smallest, a toddling baby, he kiss
ed and lifted TO kIs arms. The group
entered the cabin. Fulton sat down by
the bedside, the baby on his knee.
How have you been resting. Mol
lie?" he asked. a shade of anxiety in
his voice.
There was a movement In the
quilts; thin hand was stretched out
TO him. Fulton took it tenderly be
tween his rough palms.
"Zeb. I'm so much trouble. How
tired YOU must get WORM with the
children, the cooking. tending the crop
and me such burden-an'--
There, don't talk any more, Mol
lie. You've had a bad day. You
mustn't feel that way. I'll hurry the
supper and gallop over and see the
doctor"
mo. Zeb. don't; you can't afford IT.
and it'll be of no use"
Don't, Molly, don't - that's what
hurts. You mustn't give up. The doc
tor win pull you through all right
yet"
He leaned over and kissed the pale
brow.
There. now. see if you can't get
some sleep while me and the children
cook n bite"
He took the children into the shed
room and closed the door. 4 fire kin
died and supper placed on the stove
he took down the milk pail and went
down to some matched stalls 10 mill
and feed the COW. the children follow
ing at his heels.
Dr. Gaines and the village preacher
Fora PERTH. We're engaged in CONVEX
sation when Fulton reached the doc
tors office that night. So Ii happened
that the Rev. PERTH learned of Fulton''
sick wife. The next morning he drove
out. 1t was late in the day when h
reached the cabin, and Fulton had al
ready gone TO the field.
The minister didn't remain long. AT
ter speaking few words TO the sicl
woman and the children. he praye,
and took his departure. He saw at ;
giance that other things than prayer
and words of sympathy were needed
He spent the morning visiting neigh
boring farms. When he returned home
late that evening. tired with the day
work. he felt that 1t had not been il
vain.
At noon. when Fulton was told o
the preachers visit. he said nothing
but & queer expression came on hi