Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1855-05-31
Isl LOVE YOU.r
Who DO suppose said III


No! She was very beautful,with her cheek
or rose hue, and the curling auburn tresses
that the wind sports with SO. gallantly; but
she did not say it, Not the bright creature
by whose side stands lovSr, looking 90 ten.
derry in those glorious eyes. Nor yet tho
dimped babe with cherub face lifted TO the
more mature, but not less innocently sweet
features, with the holy light of mother glo.
rifyiDg its smile.
Then whe do you suppose said 1t!
Wrong again. Not that newly welded
husband, whose rome for a few heeting
months he has aptly called beaven--full of
smiles and tenderness. and ct repeated vows
fitting like birds Of paradise in -ainb W plu-
mage; where a pretty, white-robed being,
with girlsh ma'ronly cir, glides. about the
neat kitchen, making with her own hand,
the snowy bread. Where, when the odious
store is closed, he comes home with boun-
cling heart, and sitting with her hsns in bis,
rove with pair Of brown eyes over his ia.
vorite paper, every little while stopping to
snatch kiss from the red lips so tlose to
his cheek. Although he wi ispers many
times of love, yet this Il love you" was not
spoken then and there.
third woman sits hushing to sleep her
nesting babe. Beauty once made that face
radiant, perhaps, but all its beauty has gone
now, the blue eye is dim and faded-the
whole expression s1rrowfu'-thd pale brow
covered with lines of care. Perhaps with
that far off look of hers she sees three littls
graves, greenw with as many summers.
/ Her house very humble--ull dav has shs
toiIed, and the fainting spirit almost surren-
ders Of fatigue, the downcast eyes tremble in
tears-shc is 50 weary. And every nerve
t"inge when the toys come hungry from
schOo, some with weeping and tales Of sor-
row that mother must hear.
T And after they are hushed with kisses or
chidings, it is time to get supper for seven
hungry mouths; and then the accustomed
neverending routine of putting away and
clearing up,s;ill the worn out creature won.
ders with sigh, if there really will ever
come rest TO her, an eternal rest.
At last she can seat her weary limbs iu
tie old corner rocking chair. The babe,
whose eyes close titfulIy to low lullaby, ,ies
in his fathsr's lap. He is plain man, tina:
good father, with an honest face, and great
heart, that would t. it could, lake in all the
care and sorrow Of the household.
The babe sleeIs. With rude gentleness
he lays it on its mothers bosom and as tho
ruddy freight plays over her careworn fsa-
lures, he looks upon her suddenly grown lus-
trous and beautiful. He lifts his great hand
softly, till it rests on her shoulder, as hs
says
81 love yoa, dear Mary"
How the poor hear, leaves into .ove, light
and rest! How vanish the cares ,ha. troI
upon her very soul! She no more remember,
that soilsome washing She redscts not row
that the pretty babe. with its pink flushed
cheek against her breast, has worn her pa.
tience thfeadbare with is constant tears and
unrest. She forgets that the fra weull
snoke-that the broth WAS burn.--that the
children tessed her-that the line brJks,anl
that every limb in her frame aShed with ia
tigus.
What were these in comparison with the
steadast love that had buried for eighteen
year IN the sunlight of happiness, though the
clouds o. despair, r,whel beIuty made her win
ming, an when her charm of lr<eiiness hsd
gone, and th' freshness OF her youth depar-
ted forever! What cared she for ought ou.-
side her home, though she had many sorrows
while such words thrilled her whole bengi
II lore you, dear Mary"
! All! you long married, repinirg husbands
who exact every attention as a duty-how
much would it cost you to make your homo
thus beautiful with all its cares! [ tell you
one word of love will loosen great burdens
from the shoulders of the toiing woman you
call wife. Try il. Go home some night, AMI
. look npon her with the eyes of long ago
For one little momen. think how gredt tria's
she took into her heart when she married
you. Then teaderly clasp her hand, and as
she looks with wonder opened eyes, say to
her in low and steady voice not care,essiy
nor sportively, but earnestly.
~ lore yoa."
Trust me, it will be to her and you both,
better than diamonds