Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1851-11-12
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mother this evening; ] thought she was 60
ing to Mrs. Cutters?
Well, | guess she was, but they want to
home; she was here to dinner, and she had
a real nice one. but she said she shouldn't
think you could live on your salary, you
are so extravagant you had two sorts OF
meat, and real rich pies. Mother wants to
know too, if you can let her have some
meal for hot cakes in the morning Sammy
III bring over pail.
Is it not cruel, dear husband, said Mrs.
Morris when tried so much toplease Miss
Dutton. | knew she was fault-fnder; let
us do as well as our circumstances will al
low-let us act from the kindest motives
let us deny ourselves to crafty others, and
we are blamed; but must we always be
watched and worried in our own home?
Mary, dear, said the husband, we will
try to do right, if we are blessed we will
try to please our heavenly Father. You
must have bold heart, Mary, where right
is concerned, and not suffer trifes to make
YOU miserable. Look beyond, dearest, there
lies the charm which will drive away all
evil.
There was timid rap at the nursery door;
and moment after, pale little girl, very
poorly clad, entered the room.
Mother sent you these, SAID the child, in
low, sweet voice.
Mrs. Morris looked at her with surprise,
for she was the daughter of man who SEEM
ed lost to all virtue, by that worst OF vices,
intemperance. Your mother sent them: said
she.
| Yes ma aam father caught them this
morning-he wanted mother to send them
here.
! Have YOU ever seen such beautiful trout
/ husband : Your mother is very kind, Grace;
and thank you, my dear for bringing them
to me. Sit down and rest yourself; you are
tired.
| cannot stay said the pale girI,my moth
er will need me soon. May speak to Mr.
Morris?
Oh yes, said the pastor, rising from the
lounge towards her,say anything you wish,
nv child; have no fear, and he laid his
hand kindly on her head, from which the
faded shawl had fallen.
The rosom of the young girl heaved, and
her lips quivered with agitation.
Oh, sir, will you please come over and
talk with my father ?-he is very lad.
Is he i'll, Grace3
He is in distress, sir ;he says he has been
so wicked, and mother thinks you can DO
him eood He has not drank any (Grace
continued in low voice. since you talked
with him two weeks ago he says you were
so kind with him. Oh, Mr. Morris, we all
thank you so much : no one has seemed to
care for father but you an. if you could
lust 90 over and talk with him now.
Yes Grace. will go with you now-l am
very glad to 60.
He took her hand; and she, with her full
heart beating like the surging sea, led the
way to her humble home.
Now, Mary, said our beloved pastor, as
he returned at late hour from the bright
ening home Of the young Grace and herpen-
itent father, would you not suffer many
such days of trial and annoyance as this has
been to you for one such reformation?
The wife uncovered her face and turn
ed her eyes, swollen with weeping, upon her
husband.
He was answered. The unspoken graft
tude Of that pale suffering child had touched
q chord in her heart which had never vibra-
ted to the rude grasp Of coarser nature.