The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1853-01-27
Jones more devoted house slave: and their


Ter way, contented, neat, cheerful and good :,
empered, her house haven of peace ard :
happiness, to which her husband ever return g
ID with pleasure, and herself most happy in !,
making him so.
One day Carrie was busily engaged in weed b
ng her little garden, when Mrs. Yates passed {
by, and seeing her, paused to "chat a Bit" -
"You have not seen the new cloak Fielcs
bought me on my birth day. said Carrie.
"No I've not but I'll come in now" and ,
Mrs. Yates entered.
"Upon myword, it's pretty cloak wish
/ could afford such one, ''said Mrs. Yates
Sand how nice you have everything around
you, wish could be as comfortable"
Sand why should you mott" said Carrie,
ssyour husband has the same wages as NINE"
"Ah but your husband does not spend SO
much of his money at the public house,"
"No, he never enters it,"
"And yet when we were both married ev-
erybody said mine was the best match because
Yates was the steadest man. | can't link
how you manage to keep him at home.''
SPY making it neat, clean, uncomfortable,
by letting him find his supper waiting fJr him
and his wife and children ready to welcome
him and keep him company"
Mrs. Yates stood for moment silent and
self-convicted. She said little to Mrs. Fields,
but bidding her soon "good-day," sped home;
resolving as she went, that if her husbands,
reformation depended on hers, it should be
set about without delay.
That evening, at the usual hour, the three
men returned to Bell air; Fields jesting on
the way, for his heart was light, the others
dull and weary, for they were exhausted by
their days work, and had no bright home
thoughts to cheer them. At length Yates
parted with his companions, and sauntered
slowly homeward, Knowing that, however
late he might be, he always was too soon.-
At last he reached his home, but stood still
i'm establishment at the scene before him, al
most doubling, whether he had not entered
the wrong door. The room was swept and
busted, and every thing was put in its place,
the supper was ready and the childIen neat.
u But the next moment his wife entered, and
then he knew his home again, for her own
dress was matter that, amid all her refor-
nations, she had quite overlooked. But
those she had effected, sufficed for the tisie,
for, pleased with the unwonted comfort, her
, husband remained contented at home.
A proud and happy woman that night was
Mrs. Yates. She looked upon the victory as
already gained, and great was her disappoint.
meIa when, on the following evening, Yates
went to the public house. The next morning
she took her way to Mrs. Fields cottage, to
, tell her the hopes. and fears of the last two
days.
sYou must not be downhearted," said Car
re, "only 90 on in the way you have begun
4 and before long your husband will sit at home
of an evening as happy and contented a.
7 mine does"
|, do you really think OF" said Mrs. Yates
: wipDg away the tears.
= ''To be sure do" said Carrie, gaily; San
i now I'll tell you what I'll do-I'il lend y1
4 book, read little of it to Mr. Yates of al
. evening, and when it is ended you shall hav
another" ,,,.s-r,,r, =
a hope, departed. Carrie looked after her
y moment, and then calling her back, ex
I planned:
e Whatever you do, Mrs Yates, dom
forget to put on a clean gown before even
m ing
g, Mrs Yates teok both pieces of adyice-sh
If put on the clean gown, and she read tn
book, and they both answered excelently
IS carrie had proved true prophet, and at tn
n END oil year or two both seemed reformed
and were as happy and peaceful in their nea
ID little cottage as any couple in Bell Air.
Meanwhile months came and went, an
Of brought no spell upon their wings for Jone.
ID happiness. One evening there had bee
d the usual display of great anger for little sins
n when Jones, weary of the share that fe
If upon himself, pushed back his chair, and ris
% ing, turned to leave the house.
"And now,' observed Mrs. Jones, dri'y
u 81 suppose because you are not allowed I
q in
. the public house to spend your money!"
.r "No," replied he, quietly, "I'm goin
t. down to Yates'''
"To Yates" repeated his wife, contemptu
/ ously. ''Truly you have a good taste t.
q choose dirty house like that"
l. "Mrs. Yates does not keep a dirty hous
II now; it is as neat and clean as any one nee,
3 to see, "replied Jones, sand what is more, sh
q lets her husband live in it in peace, and quiet
1t ness and good temper"
!, Peace, and quietness, and gocd tempe
r how these words echoed in Mrs. Jones
y ears, ling after her husband had left the house
;, Yet, peace, quietness, and good temper, con
science whispered her, were not to be founc
j in her dwelling. There was an error some
where-she had always been used to ascribe
, it wholly to her husband, but could it be pos
, sible that it existed as much, perhaps more, in
. herself.
r Mrs Jones took council OF none save hel
: own heart, and her own conscience, but, in
: the end they guided her Alright; though pain.
full indeed were the efforts made to follow
Z their dictates, and much it cost her to sacri.
: fee, even in part, the HABITS which had
; grown upon her, until they almost seemed a
d portion of herself. But time and good inten-
t tons on both sides brought back the peace
d and happiness which seemed to have desert
ed their dwelling; and at length the faces
I within it grew as bright as the tables which
D were ready to mirror them; for the neatest
cottage bee anne one of the most cheerful and
n best loved homes