The View of Roses

ol and the unruliness of some of the pupils can be illustrated by a scene of horror which neither of us had ever witnessed in our previous experience as teachers. My husband undertook to reprove Scott Reynolds, who was a terror in the community, and the latter at once threw a rock and struck him on the temple, causing the blood to stream over his face. He was barely able to step to my door adjoining, and we had to retire to our room across the way, having dismissed for the time. The affair was soon settled by the expulsion of the young man. Such scenes were more than one breaking down in health could endure, and soon my dear husband was lain down with a complication of diseases. By his wish I took his place as principal, and conducted the school, putting an advanced pupil in my place. This however, with attending him in the intervals of teaching, was too much for me, and before four months of the school year had passed I, too, had resigned. From this time through the winter the tolling of the church bell near by was about the only music which greeted our ears, as typhoid carried away one or more out of many families. However, we escaped.In the following June our dear mother came and took us home with her to Troy, Ohio, where Another Scene Of Death ensued. In three weeks more of pain and sorrow he, too, my dear husband, left us to join little Eddie in Glory. He clung to life almost to the last, desiring to preach the Gospel he so much loved. Many had been the nu...