The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1904-11-11

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gave great leap, which undoubtedl,
would have created alarm for her hat
the doctor known IL.
Oh. II she could only go home. HON,
to the old homestead-home to moth
er and rest. rest, rest! oh. how long Il
seemed since she realized the ful.es'
meaning OF that word; even while she
Lay there she seemed TO hear her moth
er's voice, and feel her soft hand ca
ressing her. But the next moment came
the realizing sense OF the impossible
lty OF such happiness. How could she
go with the children, now that she was
so weak, and how could she go with
out them7 And how could she be
spared TO go, and, lastly, how could
John afford 10 let her go? All hope
seemed lost when she looked the mat.
her white face to the wall and shut
her eyes as IL to keep back the tears
\ which she felt were coming.
| Meanwhile John Wilton was thor.
| oughly aroused. He stood for long
| time just where the doctor had left
him After time. he started up as IL
seized with new impulse and went
straight into the house to his wife's
sick room. Mrs. Wilton was lying
very still. with her face turned from
| him. He went softly up to the bed
side to see If she was sleeping A ray
| OF sunlight coming through the torn
| window shade revealed a tear tremb
| ling beneath the half closed lids. and
| John Wilton turned away with n sigh
so deep that his wife turned feebly on
her pillow and without opening her
| eyes. asked:
"What is it, John? What il wrong"
IL am wrong, Susie, dear"
II had been many day since Mrs.
Wilton had heard call her Susie, and IT
was no wonder that she opened her
eyes wide in astOnishment.
He was at her bedside now, tremb-
ling like n convict.
"Do you hate me, Susie?'
"John, what n question! You know
betterw
"You are an angel, or you would hate
| me. Here I have been killing you by
inches for years and never thought,
until to-day, that you might be NOR.
tai The doctor has been telling me
that--that-"
II heard it all, john" said Mrs. Will
ton, the tears trlckling down her wan
cheeks.
Did you? Well, Susie, 1t shall be
as he said You shall have rest. You
gl, to Al
year. IL need be-"
"But how can you spare me, John"
"How could l spare you forever"
whispered her husband,
But. John. how can you afford it?'
"Well enough. But we must not talk
about IL now. You are too weak to be
excited about anything You are to
get well as fast as you can, and In two
weeks we will all be off to mothers"
Mr.. Wilton proved Il true prophet.
for in two weeks time Mrs. Wilton
was far enough recovered to begin the
journey. How far the prospect of that
journey went toward making her able
to undertake it we will not say.
Mr. Wilton accompanied his wife. II
was too much for her to undertake to
go alone with the children. the doctor
said, and Mr.. Wilton was very obe
dent, chcerfully acquescing in every
suggestion and even suggesting things
for her comfort that he once would
have thought unnecessary expendi'
turc. But Mr.. Wilton was not minding
the expenses now. He had sold his
young stock for much less than he paid
for them that his wife might be nursed
back to life and health. And he could
but rejoice at the sacrifice when he
saw her eyes grow bright and her step
elastic.
stay as long rs you please was
his parting message to his wife as he
babe her ndieu at the door OF the
homestead.
Six months Susan Wilton stayed in
the home nest oh, what joyous,
thorough rest that was II seemed so
good TO wander about the old place
again, almost as free from care as in
her grhood days, now gathering the
flowers from the hillside. or bathing
her tired feet in the meadow brook or
sitting under the shadows of the state.
ly naples, twining their leaves into
garlands. hunting the hens nests with
the children, and enjoying all their
games with a relish she never dreamed
she could feel again And what joy
| 10 sit for hours at the feet of her who
first guided her own faltering steps.
| The poor wornout woman drank in
every moment of JOY as though she
knew the cup would not always be
| SO full
But with returning health came a
| strong desire to return home 10 its du'
| ties and cares once more. So, one
morning in early winter. she left her
good.bys among the hills Of her old
| home. and went back to life's every
day duties with n glad and thankful
| heart. But the old life with its cease.
| less round Of work and toll without
recompense" was oyer. There were TO
be no more ycarnings for sympathy,
no more words OF dlsapprobation, no
more of the penny wise and pound
foolish" economy. Husband and wife
share alike in comforts. and the old.
| hard lie is buried Wavcrley Maga.
| zine.
| His Precedent.