Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1855-09-05
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with complete success. The calmer
grew the mind of Mr.. Winkleman, and
the clearer his thoughts the less satisfied
did he feel with the part he had taken
in the morning drama.
By an inversion of thought, not usual
among men of his temperament, he had
been presented with vivid realization
of his wile's side of the question. The
consequence was, that by dinner time,
he felt good deal ashamed of himself,
and grieved for the pain he knew his
hasty words had -occasioned.
1t was in better state of mind that
Mr.. Winkleman returned home. As he
went up stairs he heard the children's
voices, pitched in low key, in the nur-
sery he listened but did not hear the
tones of his wife. So he passed into the
front chamber, which was darkened.-
As soon as he could see clearly in the
feeble light, he perceived that his wife
was lying on the bed, her eyes were
closed, and her thin face looked so pale
and death-like, that Mr.. Winkleman felt
felt cold shudder creep through his
heart. Coming to the bedside, he lean
ed over and looked down upon her. At
first he was in doubt whether she really
breathed or not and he felt heavy
weight removed when he saw her chest
rise and fall in gentle respiration.
"Mary!'' he spoke in low, tender
voice.
Instantly the fringed eyelids parted,
and Mrs. Winkleman gazed up into her
husbands face in partial bewilderment.
Obeying the moments impulse, Mr..
Winkleman bent down and left a kiss
upon her pale lips. As if moved by an
electric thrill, the wife's arms were flung
around the husbands neck.
"I'm sorry to find you so ILL.," said
Mr.. Winkleman, in voice of sympathy.
What is the matter ?''
"Only a sick head ache, b" replied Mrs.
Winkleman. But I've got good sleep
and am better now l didn't know it was
90 late, she added, her tone changing
slightly, and look of concern coming
into her countenance. "Pm afraid
your dinner is not ready yet ;" and she
attempted to rise But her husband
bore her gently back with his hand say
lug:
"Never mind about dinner. 1t will
come in good time. If you feel better
lie perfectly STILL Have you suffered
much pain ?''
"Yes," the word did not part her lips
sadly, but came with soft wreathing
smile. Already the wan hue of her
cheeks was giving place to a warmer tint
and the dull eyes Frightening. What
healing power was in his lender tones
and considerate words. And this kiss
it had thrilled along every nerve-il had
been as nectar to the dropping spirit.
''But feel so much better that l will
get up" she added, now rising from her
pillow.
And Mrs. Winkleman was relieved
from pain. As she stepped upon the
carpet and moved across the loom, it
was with a firm tread. Every muscle
was elastic, and the blood leaped along
her veins, with new and healthy i'm
pulse.
No trial of Mr.. Winkleman's patience
in a late dinner, was in store for him.
In few minutes the bell summoned the
family, and he took his place at the table
so tranquil in mind that he almost won
dered at the change in his feelings. How
different was the scene from that pre-"
sented at the morning meal.
And was there power in few simple
words to effect such change as this p
Yes. in simple words, fragrant with the
odor ofkindness.
A few CLEANS of light shone into the
mind of Mr.. Winkleman, as he returned
musing to his office, and saw that he was
often to blame for the clouds that SO Of
ten darken the sky at home.
MARY is FOOLISH" he said in partial
self Justification, "to take my hasty
words so much to heart. l often speak
without meaning half what l say. She
ought to know better. And yet" he
added as his step became slower, for
he was thinking closer than usual, at
may be easier for me to choose my words
carefully, and repress the unkindness of
lone that gives them double force, than
for her to help ieeliDs pain at their utter
ance.
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