Rensselaer Republican, Volume 22, Number 8, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 31 October 1889 — He Got Well. [ARTICLE]

He Got Well.

It was a sad scene, says the Snn Francisco Chronicle. The old man lay on his bed, and by him sat the faithful wife holding his worn hand in hers, and forcing back the tears to greet his wandering look with a smile. She spoke words of comfort and of hope. But he felt the cold hand falling on him, and he turned his weary eyes up to her pale, wan face. •‘Jennie, dear wife, I am going.’’ “Oh, no, John —not yet—not yet.” “Yes, dear wife,” and he closed his eyes; “the end is ne.rr. The world grows dark about me. There is a mist around me gathering thicker and thickep, and there, as through a cloud, I heai* the music of angels—sweet and sad.’.’ - . , ■ / "No, no, John, dear; that isn’t angels; that’s the brass band on the corner.” r “What!” said the dying man. "Have those scoundrels dared to come around here when they know I’m dying? Give me my bootjack. I’ll let ’em see.” And in a towering rage the old man jumped from his bed, and before his wife could think he had opened the window and shied the bootjack at the band. • "I’ve hit that fat leader anyway.” And he went back to bed and got well.— V* •- '/