Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1856-08-06
81 LOVE YOU"
Who do you suppose said it?

Who do you suppose said it?
No. She was very beautiful, with
her check of rose hue, and the curling
auburn tresses that the wind sports with
so gallantry; but she did not say it,
Nor that bright creature, by whose side
stands lover, looking so tenderly in
those glorious eyes. Nor yet the dimp-
led babe, with cherub face, lifted to the
more mature, but not less innccently
sweet features, with the holy light of
mother glorifying smile.
Then who do you suppose said it?
Wrong again. Not that newly we'd
ded husband, whose home for few fleet
ing months he has aptly called heaven
full of smiles and tenderness, and oft
repeated VOWS fitting like birds of para.
disc in rainbow plumage; where pretty
white-robed being, with girlish, matron-
ly air, glides about the kitchen, making
with her own hands the snowy bread
Where, when the odious shop is closed,
he can come home with a bounding
heart, and sitting with her hand in his,
rove with pair of brown eyes over his
''Daily," every little while STOPPING to
snatch kiss from the red lips so close
to his cheek. Although he whispers
many times of love, yet this 81 love
you" was not whispered then and there.
A tired woman sits hushing to sleep
her nesting babe. Beauty once made
that face radiant, perhaps, but all that
beauty has gone now. The blue eye is
dim and faded-the whole expression is
sorrowful-the pale brow covered with
lines of care. Perhaps, with that far
of look Of hers, she sees three little
graves, green with as many summers
Her home is very humble-all day she
has toiled, and the fainting spirit almost
surrenders to fatigue-the downcast eyes
tremble in tears-she is so weary. And
every nerve tingles when the boys come
hungry from school, some with weeping
and tears Of sorrow that a mother must
hear.
And after they are hushed with kisse:
or chidings, it is tine to get supper fol
seven hungry mouths, and thenth accus,
toned, never-ending routine of putting
away and clearing up, till the wOrn-out
creature wonders with a sigh, if there
really will ever come rest to hcr-ar
eternal rest.
At last she can seat her weary limb;
in the old corner rocking chair. The
babe, whose eyes close flfully to low
lullaby, lies in his fathers lap. He is q
plain man, that good father, with al
honest face, and great heart, that would
if it could, take in all the care and SCR
low OF his household.
The babe sleeps. With a rude gen.
tleness he lays in ON his mothers bosom,
and as the rudy fre-light plays over hel
care-worn features, he looks upon heI
with eyes suddenly grown lustrous and
beautiful. He lifts his great hand softly
till it rests on her shoulders, as he says:
81 love you, dear Mary -
How the poor heart leaps into love,
light and rest How vanish the cares
that trod upon her very soul She no
more remembers that toilsome washing.
She reflects not that the pretty babe,
with its pinkfushed cheek against her
breast, has worn her patience thread
bare with IFS constant tears and unrest.
She forgeis that the broth was burnt
that the children teaSed ker-that the
line broke, and that every limb in her
frame ached with fatigue.
What were these in comparison with
the steadfast love that had burned for
eighteen years in the sun light of happi.
ness, through the clouds of despair,
when beauty made her winning, and
when the charm of loveliness had gone.
and the freshness of her youth departed
forever. What cared she for aught out
side her home, though she had many
SORROWS, while such words thrilled her
whole being?
81 love you, dear Mary ~
All you long married husbands, who
exact every attention as a duty-how "
much would it cost you to make your
home thus beautiful with all its cares :?
1 tell you one word of love will loosen
great burdens from the shoulders of
the toiling woman you call wife. Try
it. Go home some night, and look upon
her with the eyes of long ago. For one
little moment think how great trials she
took unto her heart when she married
you. Then tenderly clasp her hand,
and as she looks with wonder opened
eyes, say to her in low and steady
voice, not carelessly nor sportively, but
earnestly
81 love you 70
Trust me, it will be to her and to you
both, "better than diamonds. "-EUeniRg
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