Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1858-06-16

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design; and spoken with tender utter
ance. He was but repeating the tones
that were still sounding in his memory.
What instant life seemed to quicken
through the child's frame! She gave
one glance of surprise into her fathers
face, and then stepped away with the
coat like one well pleased 10 render a
service.
lIr. Crandall was surprised at HIMSELF
, and, for an instant, alfashsmed of what
he had done, as if it were a weakness.
''Will you have glass of water?''
asked Jane, coming back to her father.
"If you please
Mr.. CrandalI wondered at his own re.
ply almost as much as his wife and chill
dren wondered. A cold, abrupt yes
or "no, was his accustomed answer to
nearly all questions.
With what light feet did Jane trip
from the room. In twinkling she was
back, with cool glass of water for hcr
father, who. as be received it from her
hand, said. '.Thank you"
To tie child, all unaccustOmed 10 such
an Acknowledgment for any service,
these two little words We're felt TO be a
sweet reward.
( The fathers altered manner and way
Of speaking. was perceived by the chill
dren as well as by their mother; and.
as if by magic, the whole sphere Of their
lives seemed changed.
"Sball bring down your silppers?'
asked Jane. returning 10 her father.
"Yes, that's good girl" he answer
ed, "my feet are aching in ihese heavy
boots.''
As Jane left the room wi,h splinging
step. Mr. Cgandall commenced drawing
of his boots. They were no sooner laid
upon the floor, than two little fellows
caught hold of them. each desirous Of
an approving word as reward for SER
vice rendered their tired father.
"Tn put one in the closet, and John
the ether"
"Wbat brave little men!" exclaimed
Mr.. Crandall. really pleased at heart,
and mani'esting his pleasure in the tones
of his voice I'm thousand time OBJ
: liged to you
Jane returned with the slippers in a
few moments. ard STOPPING down, drew
them upon her fathers feet. When she
raised up, with cheeks glowing and eyes
dancing in new light, Mr. CrandaIl
thought her face looked really beautiful.
"Thank you, dear" The words came,
now, really from his heart.
Mrs. CrandaIl looked and listened,
wOnderingly, while a strange glow per-
vaded her bosom. What could be the
meaning of all this? What new spiri;
had come over her husband? In qui-
ct, pleased way, the children gathered
around their father. one climbing upon
his knee.
"What have you been doing ali day,
Jimmy?" asked Mr.. Crandall of the
child.
Playing" was the simple answer
Have you been good boy?"
"Not all The time, answered the child.
"Tm sorry; Jimmy must try and be 2
good boy all The time. What have you
been playing?'
''Ob. everything. Horses and dogs,
and turning up Jack, as mother says"
Mr.. Crandall laughed out at the reply,
saying,
"You turned up Jack mostly, I sup
pose"
"Well, I guess did"
Mr. Crandall laughed again. The
spirit of good-nature was transfused into
every heart. Even Ms. Crandall, usu-
ally in fretted state OF mind, felt its
genial influence.
"Jimmy's been a right good boy TO-
day. said she, in an approving voice
"His turning up Jack hasn't amounted
10 much"
Mrs. Crandall was moving busily
about, all this time, preparing supper.
Jane, who never willin ly gave her
mother any assistance, and who was
rarely called upon because she grum-
rbled whenever asked to do anything,
now said,
"Mother. can't help you?"
'Yes, dear" That dear" which
he'd fallen so unexpectedly from the lips
Of her husband, had been echoing in 'be
mind of Mrs. Cranda!l ever since, and
now ii came to ut;erance quite as spon-
taneously as in the case of her husband.
( es, dear, You may finish setting the
table, while l dish up The supper"
1 Wondering almost as much at herself
as at her husband, Mrs. Crandall, af,vr
seeing Jane move with a PLEASED aIac,ily
about the table, went into the kitchen
and soon Lad all ready. Quite enough
to satisfy the appetite had Mrs. Crandan
prepared; but Ler thoughts turned upon
something else--something that would
give her the opportunity TO ask him if
she should not get it for his supper
eyes. dear" How she was longing for
the words uttered in The gentle, loving
way they had a little while before been
spoken-but for her ears alone. AT