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Leahy, R. B. (ed.) / The progressive bee-keeper
Vol. XI [XIII], No. 11 (Nov., 1903)

A story of brotherhood,   pp. 300-[302-303]

Page 300

A funeral went out from apublishers'
little home in a country town. Sore
and weeping hearts were there. and
grief in the souls of all; and yet, the
dead man was no blood-kin to husband,
wife or child.
Behind that funeral there had been
oreated a story of human affection, and
bravery and nobility. Nay, the story
was not, created-it was lived.
Years ago-no matter how many
years-a homeless boy had come into
the shop for work. fhe editor took
him in charge, taught him his work in
person, encouraged him, and then em-
ployed him permanently.
He did more. I said this boy was
homeless. The employer and his wife
thought over the situation. They,
also were young, and it is always a
sacrifice for young home-makers to di.
vide their home. The    man said:
"Can we take him?" and the good wife
said: "Let him come." So their home
became his home. and each was worthy
of the other.
The boy. turning to young manhood,
became a good workman. seven years
he worked at the case for his employer.
Faithful, patient. industrious, clean in
-haracter, blameless in life. he swept
into the years of manhood; and in this
home he    was a member of the
family --idolized as a brother by the
tiny daughter of the house, respected
and cherished by the parents.
Suddenly a cloud came. The two
men returned from an excursion one
day  and the younger man showed
symptoms of illness. For a time he
braced up, but before the stealthy step
of disease he was doomed to give over
the race. His employer anxiously
bore him away to a health resort and
put him in the best obtainable care.
and there left him. while he returned
to his own home and work.
Varying reports came as to the in-
valids condition. But a startling mes-
sage reached the old oftlice one day;
the sick man desired the immediate
presence of his friend. Speedily the
editor left his business and his home
to answer the call. So does one faith-
ful heart respond to the call of another.
Coming to the bedside he was touched
in heart at sight of the afflicted lad.
The doctors said: "If you take hin
home, he will die on the road." But
the boy was thinking of his room in
the little western town. of his books,
of the friendly faces, and of the loving
embraces and soft prattle of the little
girl that looked to him as an elde-
brother. And be said to his benefacr
tor: "Ta'ke me home." So through
the hours of the long journey they
sped on. and the thought of home
seemed to invigorate him. Home wvas
reached and a few days went by with
no apparent reason for anxiety.L He
rested; rest-so sweet. in the midst, of
true friends and old associates. One
evening the elder man came in and
gave a word of inquiry as to his situa-
tion and feelings. "I feel so sleepy,"
was the reply. '-Well," they told him,
"lie down on the couch here and sleep
awhile. " He did so. Sleep settled
over him and with the peace of sleep
(ame the peace of death. Going to
him in a short time they found him be-
yond the reach of voice or touch.
Then there was sadness in the home,
and grief of man, woman and child.
But pass that by. It is not meet to
dwell on such a scene. It was a rare
thing -under such-circumstances; but,
after all, the practical lesson and the
richest good of this story is in other

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