Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1855-07-18
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Words are little things, but they some-
times strike hard. We WELD them so
easily that we are apt to forget their hid
den power. Fifty spoken, they fall like
sunshine, the dew and the fertilizing rain
but when unIitly like the frost, the hail
and the desolating tempest. Some men
speak as they feel or think, without calcu-
Iating the force of what they say; and
then seem very much surprised if any one
! is hurt or offended. 10 this class belong
MIR. Winklcman. His wife was a loving,
sincere woman, quick to feel. Words, to
her, were indeed things. They never
fell upon her car as idle sounds. How
often was her poor heart bruised by them !!
On this particular morning, Mrs. VIM
kleman, whose health was feeble, found
herself in a weak nervous state. 1t was
only by an effort that she could rise above
the morbid irritability that afflicted her.
Earnestly did she strive to rcpress the dis
turbed beatings of her heart, but she
strove in vain. And it seemed to her,
as it often does in such cases, that every
thing went wrong. The children we're
frettul, the cook dilatory and cross, and
Mr.. Winkleman impatient, because suns
dry little matters pretaining to his ward
robe were not just in his mind.
Eight o'clock, and no breakfast vet -
said MIR. Winkleman as he drew out his
watch, en- completing his own toilet. Mrs.
WlnkIcman was in the act Of dressing the
last Of her five children, all of whom had
passed under her hands. Each had been
captlous. cross, or unruly, soreIy trying
the mothers patience. Twice had she
been in the kitchen to see how breakfast
was progressing, and enioin the careful
preparation of a favorite dish with which
she had Purposed to surprise her hus-
band.
I" 1t will be ready in few minutes, -
said Mrs. WinhIeman. "The fire hasn't
burned freely this morning.
." If it isn't one thing, its another" :"
growled the husband. "I'm getting tired
Of this irregularity. There'd soon be no
breakfast to get, If were always behind
time in business matters"
Mrs. WinkIeman bent over the child
she was dressing, to conceal the express
sion of her face. What a sharp pain now
throbbed through her temples. Mr.. Win
kleman commenced walking the floor i'm =
patiently. little imagining that every Jar
ring football was like blow on the SEN
sitive, aching brain of his wife.
" Too bad too bad he had Just eiacu-
lated when the bell rung.
cat last he muttered, and strobe to-
wards the breakfast room. The children
followed in considerable disorder, and
Mrs. Winkleman, after arranging her hair,
and putting on morning cap, ioined
them at the table. 1t took some moments
to restore order among the little ones.
The dish that Mr.. Winklemau had
been at considerable pains to provide for
her hus band, was set beside his plate
1t was his favorite among many, and his
wife looked for a pleasing recognition
thereof and a lighting up Of his clouded
brow. But he did not seem even to no.
tice it.. After supplying the children,
Mr.. Winkleman hel ped himself in silence
At the first mouthful he threw down his
knife and fork and pushed his plate from
him.
" What's the matter 90 inquired his
wife.
You didn't trust Bridget to cook this
hope" was the respose.
" What ails it % Mrs. Winkleman's
eyes were filling with tears.
=" Oh, it's Of no consequence" answer.
cd Mr.. Wink!eman, cOldly, "anything
will do for me-
"James !'. There was touching
sadness blended with rebuke in the tone:
OF his wife, and, as she uttered his name
tears gushed over her cheeks.
MIR. Winkleman didn't like tears. They
always annoyed him. At the present
time he was in no mood to bear with them
So' on the impulse of the moment. he
arose from the table, and taking up his
hat left the house.
S5elf~justifcation was tried, though not
as as has been seen, with complete success
The calmer grewthe mind Of Mr.. Winkle.
man. and the clearer his thoughts. the
less satisfied did he feel with the part he
had taken in the mornings drama. By
al inversion of thought. not nsuaI ar,,r1 :