Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1853-06-04

clock has struck FIVE: she is waiting for her
husband. The great arm chair is placed be.
fore the great the slippers which she worked
are standing near the chair, and she is walk
ing now to the window to glance along the
street, now back to the FIRE to stir up the
sparkling Goals, and back again to the window.
That is bis step She trips lightly across the
parlor to the hall. but be has bounded up the
steps and already opened the door. He catch
es her small white hand, and lovingly kisses
her forehead They enter the parlor: he
takes the armchair, she sits on the ottoman
beside him, gazing up into hia fine counten-
ance, as he speaks cheerful words while he
holds his hands towards the FIRE. Seven
o'clock comes. How pleasant is the pretty
tea room, so comfortable with its home look /!
She makes his tea, (he has dined down town,
and he looks at her with the fondest Of smiles,
thinking himself the happiest Of men. And
she has made him so.
How dim the light grovsl quite forget
my happy couple, and invo!untarlly think Of
gloomy pair whom fate has made man and
wife. She married him for his money, no
doubt, but she sighs as she dusts off the mag
n6cent furniture, work which John has but
half done, and seats herself before the CRATE
with couutenance all scowls and frowns.-
There is no easy chair wheeled up for him
when he comes in, no slippers-she never
dreamed of working him pair; and as he
crosses the floor her face grows darker and
darker.
II do wish for once you would have de-
cent fire when come home, if it were only
for IN yariafu of fhu thp1it
She answers not a word, but slightly curls
her pretty lip, (she is beauty; it was by
that she won him. and taps her foot upon
the rug. She sighs presently; be takes out
the evening paper and begins to read. Din
ner is served. How stiff and formal they are |
can't endure this; SO snuff my candle.
How it sputters and spatters, and darts out
little tongues of fire, quite like vixen Of a
wife who torments her spouse almost past en-
durance. She was a widow. Well, James
never soiled the floors with his dirty boots; !;
James never banged the doors at such rate
James never did this nor that, and so forth
and so on. Then the husband scolds; she
bursts into tears, (tears were always her der
nier resort with "James;") and be struts from
the room in passion. They make up at sup
per-to enact the same scene on the morrow.
Obi what holy thing is pure, earnest con-
stant Lowell know not to whom am speak
ing. Perhaps you are old. Does the silver
whiten your locks? are your steps unsteady
your eyes dim? Ye: you have not forgotten
the glad days Of your youth! Its scenes
come up. how vividly Do you remember
the tremulous voice of the boy with the brown
hair and the deep, dark eyes? How earnest,
ly he pleaded his love for you? Yes, his
heart was all yours, and he told you so, as he
clasped your hand and his arm stole round
you. drawing you to him in that first raptur
Gus embrace He lies yonder in the grave
yard now. That is his stone: how coldly
the moonlight shines upon it!
And you, old maui Do you remember
those witchng eyes, those white arms that
wound SO lovingly around your neck, anc
those clustering curls which aoated over you
shoulder? She was very fair Yes, know
1t. You can never forget, no. never, thougl
she left you very eaily. and went to lie dowI
with the flowers she loved. by the streamlet'
side, in that pleasant grove just back Of th,
house. Perhaps you are in the prime o! life
How earnestly you attend to the house
hold duties, your one study to make hom
pleasant The children return from school
you kiss them and tie on clean pinafores, tha
that they may look neat when father come
up from the office. 1t is yet half an hour
You scarcely know how to while away th,
time. But Willie brings his ball. "Please
Mammal" says the little fellow; and you kis
his forehead, then hasten to mend his pet play
thing. Little Sue comes up roguishly, hold
ing in her fat hand something, she won't sa,
what; you coax her, and she presents Ger
ti6cate for good behavior Dear Mr.. Priugl
gave it to her just as school was out. II
the FIRST she ever received, for Sue is merr
soul, quite opposed to anything like order
You lay your hand upon your daughter
head, and begin lesson on behavior; bu
Sue is of, out on the lawn. scam pering abou
like mad. Ah! you remember your child
hood then, and can't find in your heart III
shadow of a reproof
ri Father comes home at last There be
with the children, bounding over the grass
plots, every thing His great boots have ju.
broken your prettiest dahlia as be leaped O'
er the fiower-border. but you can only smi
he sooms SO happy as he glances silly up I
the piazza to see If you marked his misd'
| meanor.
9 The evening comes. The children are bot
D asleep, and you sit quietly by the table sew
: ing while he reads to you, 1t is book 20
s used to read together before he led you to tE
: altar. He comes to passage which B
0 marked for you. and which you both know B
t heart He cannot go on; you smile; he fiin(
r the book upon the table, catches your han
: and gazes up into your eyes with look of 10,
s even surprising those Of earlier days. Bal
!, you call him silly fellow How rude
a isl The needle has brought the blood upC
your finger, but he kisses the tiny wound ar
and it is well again. You remember no
d when you first were sure that he loved 20
a don't you? The handkerchief is not her
IS med tonight
!. Perhaps you are bright young girl. I'll
Is wind lifts up your sunny hair and bears
n back from high brow, but rs you glance
h the mirror you have to confess that you a
MT haantiful How uon wish thaL vou waF