The Ashland union. [volume] (Ashland, Ashland County, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1857-02-25
Selett M(isteIlanp.
THE TWO FACEs---oNE FOR HOME,
THE OTHER FOR COMPANY.
a CAPITAL STORY

Or course we never mean to be per-
sonal, but yet we know that the follow
ing Life Lesson INST find application
somewhere, else it would never have
been written. Or, like the preparations
of the universal physician, it may be
laid up for use in case of disease, OF even
taken as preventive.
Mrs. Abby Leeman was thirty years
old, and had been married just ten years
She had an excellent husband, aud three
good children. She was naturally
kind, excellent woman, and meant to do
right; she had one fault; and small as
it seemed to ber, it occasioned much uu-
happiness in the family circle She was
not always happy at home, nor " as she
always pleasant, tho for the life of her
she could not tell what had occurred to
ruff1e her feelings She had everything
about her calculated to beget joy, and
her every reasonable wish vas answered.
But after all, she often wore q sour face,
and her tongue would run on in strains
far from sweet or aecordaut
What is the matter, Abby?" asked
her husband, Rs he returped one evening
from the store and found his wife with
sour face on.
"Nothing," was the answer, given
rather moodily-
But something must be the matter
You never look so when you a e happy. "
"How can help my looks? Can't I
look as feel without disturbing you ?''
"Pshaw, Abby-don't talk So" the
husband said, at the same time placing
his arms about her neck snd kissing
her. Now tell me what has happened. :"
"Nothing has happened more than
usual" uttered the wife, still unpleas-
antly. "Who wouldn't be sober, I'd
ike to know, stuck up here from morn
ing until night with two squalling young
ones to 1 ok out for all the time"
"Squalling young ones i' repeated
Albert Leeman, while an expression of
pain passed over bis features.
"Therel Look at that !'' cried the
wife, pointing to where her youngest
child, girl of four years, was just
climbing up to the tea-table after the
sugar bowl. Get out of that you little
brat l-There-ta take that Now let me
catch you up there again Stop that
crying-stop it, say. You touch that
sugar again, and I'll give you such a
licking as you won't want 20
The poor child tried in vain to hush
it's sobbing, and instinctively crept to
its fathers side. He placed his arm
around the little one and raised it to his
knee, and in a moment more its red
dened, iDfamed cheek, where the moth
er's blow had fallen, was pillowed upon
the fathers bosom.
"Oh, yes" said the wife; "now you'll
pet the brat. I'd like to have you have
the charge of 'em all day; we'd see how
much patience you'd have !"
ssI would at least remember she was
my child" said he somewhat reproach-
fully, sand also bear in mind the sim
pie fact that the young disposition may
gain all its impulses from the example it
receives at the hands of its guardian. p"
20, yes, that's it. OF course, I am
!. always wrong" And then Abby Lee
man put her apron to her eyes and began
TO cry. e-
I Of course, the husband could say no
more. He had often, very often, suf-
| fered all this before, and he had tried to
i make his wife see how much real unhap.
piness whe was making for herself but