American Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Ohio) 1855-1860, 1855-11-15
oSLY. A FEW WORDS.
ny 7. s. ARTHUR.

seoksn. tbey k.lllike the sunshine. The dew
and the fetiiizing rain-but when ua6ily, d
like the frost. the hail, and the desoianhg t
tempest. Some men speak as they feel or
think, without calculating the force OF what |
they. say; and tben seem very much sur a
prised ifsany one shurt or offended. 10 e
this class belongs Mr.. Winklem1n. HIS t
wife WAS loving. sincere woman quick to
feel. Words to her were indeed things :
They never fell upon her ears as Idle
sounds. How often was her poor heart
bruised BY themi
0uthis particular moraing, Mrs. Wink
lsman, whose health was feeble, found her
self in weak, nervous state. 1t was only |
by an effort that she could rise above the
morbid irritability that afflicted her. Earn
es,ly' did she strive to repress the disturbed
b.atngs of her heart, bu! she stroye in
vain. And it seemed to her, as it often
does in such cases, that everything went
wrong. The children wers fretful, the
cook dilatory anl cross, and Winkleman,
impati9at, because. sunlry little matters
pertaining 10 his wardrobe were not just
to his mind.
eight o clock, and no breakfast yet"
said Mr.. Winkleman, as he drew out his
watch, OF completing his own toilet
Mrs. Winkleman was in the act Of dressing
the last of Eve children, all OF whom had
passed under her hands. Each had been
captious, cross, or unruly, sorely trying
the mothers patience. Twice hal she
been in the kitchen to see how breakfast
was progressing, end to enjoin tho careful
preparation for favorite dish with which
she haiprQposod to surprise her husband
at will be read N few minutes, said
Mrs. Wnklaman. "The fire hasn't burnt
freely this m )rniag."
"If it isn't one thing. it is an ther,"
growled the busbanl. I'm getting tired
Of this irregularity. There'd be soon no
breakfast to get if Iwcre always behind
time in business matters"
Mrs. Winklemln bent lower'oyer the
child she was d essing to coa'ell lhs ex
preston Of her face. What sharp pains
thrJbbel through her temples. Mr. Wink
leman commenced walking the floor mpa-
tiently, little imagining that every jarrng
football was like blow on the sensitive
brain of his wife.
"Too bad too ba1!' he had just ej ECU
lated, when the bell rang.
"At last" he muttereI, AMI stro le to.
wards tha breakfast room The children
followed in considerable disorder, and Mrs
Winkleman, after arranging her hair, AMI
putting on a morning cap, joined them al
the table. 1t took some moments to restore
order among the little ones
The dish that Mrs. Winkleman had beer
at considerable pains 10 provide for hel
husband, was set beside his plate. Ii wa
his fayo.ite among many and his wife look
ed for a pleased recognition thereof, and I
lightning up Of his couded brow. But h
did not seem even to notice IT, After sup
plying tho children, Mr. Winkloman help
ed himselfin silence. At the first mouth
ful he threw down his knife and fork, ant
pushed his plate from him,
Whats the matter?' inquired his wife
You didn't trust Bridget TO cook this
hope, was the response.
what ails t?' Mrs. Winkleman's eye
were filing with tears.
'Oh, it's Of no copsequence,' answere
Mr.. Winkleman, coldly, anything viii d
for met
'Jamesl' There was touching sadne
blended with the rebukc in the tones Of h
wife. and as she uttered his name tea
gushed over her cheeks.
Mr.. Winkeman didn't like tears. The
always annoyed him. At the preset
time he was in no mood 10 bear with thel
So on tho impulse of the moment he ros
from ths table, and taking up his hat /
left the house.
Standardization was tried, though n,
as has been seen, with complete success, =
the caImer grew the mind Of Mr.. Winkl
man, and the clearer his thouJ Jhts the lie
satisfied dill he feel with the part he hi
taken in the mornings drama. BY an /
version Of thought, not usual among M
Of his temperament. he had been preseut
with vivid realization of his wife $ side
the question. The consequence was, TIL
by dinner time, he felt good deal ashar
cd Of himself. and grieved for the pain
knew bis hasty words had oocasioned.
II WAS in this better state Of mind th
Mr., Winkleman returned home. II
house seemed still as lie entered AS
proceeded up stairs, he heard thechillrer
voices. pitched to low key, in the nurs
~. He then listened but could not he
the tones Of his wife, So he passed in
the chamber which was dalkened, !
soon as be could SEQ clearly in the feet
light, he perceived that his wife was lyii
oN the bed d-her eyes were closed, and h
thin face looked so pale and death like. III
Mr.. Winkleman felt cold shulder ere
through his heart. Coming up to I
bedside he leaned oyer and looked doN
upon her. At first ho was in doubt whet
or she really breathed or not and he
heavy weight removed when he saw Il
her chest rose and fell in feeble respi
ton.
'Mary he spoke in low tender vol
Instantly tho fringed eyelda parted, a
Mrs. Winkleman gazed up ito hor h
bands face in partial bewildermeut.
Obeying the moments impulse.
Winkleman bent down and left kiss VI
her pale lips. As moved by an elee
thrill, the wife's arms were flung arol
the husbands neck.
4 am sorry to find you 50 Ill, said
Winkleman in a voice Of sympathy. wv
is the malter?'
Only a sick headache replied NJ
Winkleman. But I've had good sic
aud feel better now. didn't know 1t ,
so late. she added her tone changed slig
~, and look Of concern coming into