The Ohio star. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1830-1854, 1853-12-07

are you y" eii, tnen, L MAKE t, ana
she hurried to light the fire. more than one pies
of crockery was broken, which had. for the tim
been put in improper place.
Where have you been p inquired Yates.
"Just next door, to see poor Mrs. Browns sic
badly"
's Mother has been gone ever since two," chin
ed in youngster.
You abomnable story teIler-take that" an
here the mother boxed the ears of the child.
Of went the child in a crying fit, and off wen
Mrs. Yates to prepare the supper-the childre
became cross and sleepy, and when tea a
last ready, she had to go up stairs and put then
to bed. then returning, swallowed her own mea
hastily, and, putting aside the dirty plates, de
clared that now she must 60 and wash.
Wash ~ exclaimed her husband, in astonish
rnent. 81 thought you were to do that yester
day."
well, SO meant, but Mrs. Brown came in
and prevented me. And now must wash, for
neither nor the children have clean thing to
put or"
$50 ii seems" said Yates, sarcastically.
so it seems-indeed," she cried angrily. 81
suppose you expect me to be as clean and neat as
! II kept twenty servants"
mo, Mary" said her husband, gravely, :.
| form no such extrayagant notions-all 1 ask is,
that the hours l am working to earn our bread,
may be spent by you in manner more profitable
than gossping and let me find quiet and
orderly house on my return, and companion
such as you used to be in the earlier days of our
welded lfe."
Prkf6 f6o, - IT.. Il.
ercised softening influence the reused spirit
of the indignant wife, aud quarrel ensued. which
ended in Yates taking his har, and finding at the
public house the comfort he could not find in his
own.
Meanwhile, Jones passed through his trim little
garden, entering his pretty cottage home, and
sitting down his basket seated himself by the
window.
"Oh, Jones, you never wiped your shoes when
you came in," was his wfes salutation, as she
entered the room.
Well, my dear, and if did not, there could
be no mud on them," said he.
'No-but I'll be bound there's plenty of dust
on lhem;" she retorted, Grossly, sand you know
how hate dust. And hereford bless me, if
your dirty basket aint set down on the clean wax
CLOTH What is the use of me being a slave, if
this is the way you act?'
But, Nell, I'm SO tired"
g Tired--forsooth, and don't you think that l
get tired, working about all day as do"
" You are indeed very industrious wife, Nel"
yet even as he spoke. he sighed, for his home.
hough it waa pleasant to look at, was very un-
,nm mfortabe.
Mrs. Jones was a conscientious and an industri-
'us woman and she esteemed it her duty TO work
1ard for her husband and children. But she per-
,eived not how her spirit of house worship inter-
'ered with her duties as a wife and mother. The
after demanded her house should be home, the
ormer that it should be idol, and she bowed
down to the image she had herself
let up, without once suspecing that the magic
word home" was in her keeping but empty
Iound. Her husband. when his hours of labor
we're over, felt as if he had fairly earned happy
evening" but he was ever offending against her
ules of proprety, and therefole betook himself to
he public house, where he was object of con-
liberation, which he never was at home. And
hus, though Mrs. Jones was considered a better
wife than Mrs. Yates, they both by very different
means, accomplished one end-of driving from
heir homes domesticated husbands.
Fields, too. had gained his home-a heat little
cottage, like those of his fellow workmen. Within
II was clean and neat, and as orderly as the gam
ols of the children would permit, and the wife
Who advanced to meet him. was as neat person
s the eye could wish to rest upon. i
Well, Carrie" cried Fields, gaiIy, "here I
m, tired and hungry, wanting my supper; do t
'ou mean to give me any!"
Why, if you behave yourself, will,'' she re-
lied in the same tone; sand as it is all ready, |
ou might we'll have it now. l should think !
ou needed it, after hot day.
At length, the comfortable, though frugal meal.
vas ended, and the children put to bed, and then
he little wife came gaiy down stairs. Fields was l
Teary, and had placed bis feet upon chair, but i
IN the contrary, she advarced good -humoredly .
D his side. and inquired if she should go with P
1e book she had been reading the previous eve- v
ing, if he would rather chat while she worked C
tut the pleasure of listening to interesting e
ook, was far greater to the weary man, than that o
hearing the village gossip, apd SO Carrie read D
n till bed time. n
Time passed on. and with it Mrs. Yates grew 8
lore careless and fond of gossip; Mrs. Jones d
lore devoted house slave and their husbands as t
necessary consequence, grew more attached to 6
e house company; while Carrie Fields pursued
ie even tenor of her way, contented, neat, cheer
II and good tempered. her house haven of peace p
nd happiness, to which her husband ever return 8
with pleasure, and herself most happy in h
aking him 30. ii
One day Carrie was busily engaged in wedding e
er little garden, when Mrs. Yates passed by aud
icing her, paused to " chat bit' II
F" You have not seen the new cloak Fields "
ought me on my birth day." said Carrie. h
No, I've not, but I'll come in pow," and Mrs. m
atss entered. :.
Upon my word. it's pretty cloak--I wsh | u
ud afford such one,' said Mrs. Y ates "And 81
wv nice you have everything around you, wish
could be comfortable" u,