Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes County, Ohio) 1856-1865, 1858-10-28

colt waved her aside with his hand, and
she went off muttering and pouting.
at is mortifying," said Mrs. Walcott, q
little sharply; 'and l don't wonder that
Helen feels annoyed about it. The bill
has to be paid, and | don't see why it may
not be done as well first as last ea
To this Mr.. Walcott made no answer
The words but added another pressure to
the heavy burden under which be was al
ready staggering. After a silence of some
moments, Mrs. Waleott said:
"The Goals are all gone"
"Imposslble!" Mr.. Walcott raised his
head and looked incredulons. u laid in
sixteen TONS" 4au 3
ii can't help it, if there were sixty tons
instead of sixteen, they are all gone. The
girls had hard work to-day to scrape up
enough to keep the fire in.'
"There's been shameful waste some
where" said Mr.. Walcott with strong
emphasis, starting mp and moving about
the room with very disturbed manner.
$50 you always say when anything runs
ont" answered Mrs. Walcott rather tartly.
'The barrel of -four is gone also; but l
suppose you have done your part, with the
rest in using i: up" .as
Mr. Walcott returned To his chair, and
again seating himself, leaned back his head
and closed his eyes as at first. How sad,
and weary and hopeless be felt! The bur-
dens of the day had seemed almost too
heavy for him; but be had borne up brave
ly. To gather strength for renewed
with adverse circumstances, he
had come home. Alas! that the process
of exhaustion should still 60 on-that
where only strength could be looked for on
earth, no strength was given.
When the Tea bell was rung, M. Wal
coil made no movement to obey the sum-
"Come to supper" said his wife, coolly.
"But he did not STIR" j a .-4.a
HAre you not coming 10 support" she
called 10 him, as she was leaving the room.
81 don't wish for anything this evening.
My head aches very much, he answered.
"In the dumps again." rnuttered Mrs.
Walcott to herself. ats rs much rs ones
life is worth to ask for money, or TO say
anything is wanted" And she kept on
her way to the dining-room. When she
returned her husband was still sitting where
she had left him.
"Shall bring you a cup of tcas" she
asked. s8 f --
mo, don't wish anything" p 3
"What's the matter, Mr.. Walcott.-
What do you look so troubled sbout, As if
you hadn't friend in the worlds What
have l done to you" 971 -.z-- ,.si- s'.-
There vas no answer, for there was not
a shade of real sympathy in the voice that
made the queries, but rather of querelous
A few moments Mrs. Wal
cott stood behind her husband, but as he
did not seem inclined 10 answer questions,
she turned away from him, and resumed
the employment which had been interrupt
ed by the ringing OF the tea bell.
The whole evening passed without the
occurrence of single incident that gave a
heaIlhful pulsation to the sick heart Of Mr..
Walcctt. No thoughtful kindness was
manifested by any member Of the family !;
but on the contrary a narrow regard for
self, and looking to him only that he
might supply the means of self grati6ca-
ton.
No wonder, from the pressure which was
on him, that Mr.. Walcott felt utterly dis
couraged. He retired early, and sought
to find that relief from mental disquietude
in sleep which he had vainly hoped for in
the bosom Of his family. But the whole
night passed in broken slumber and dis
turbing dreams. From the cherries morn
ing meal, at which lie was reminded of the
quarters bill that must be paid, Of the
Goals and flour that were out, and of the
necessity Of supplying Mrs. Walcotf empty
purse, he went forth to meet the difficult
ties Of another day, faint at heart, almost
hopeless of success. A confident spirit,
sustained by home affections, would have
carried him through; but unsupported as
he was, the burden was too heavy for him,
and he sank under it. The day that open
ed SO unpropitiously closed upon him a
ruined man!
Let us look in for few moments upon
Mr.. Freeman, a friend and neighbor Of Mr..
Wolcott. He, also, had come home weary,
dispirited and almost sick. The trials of
the day had been unusually severe, and
when he looked anxiously forward to scan
the future, not even CLEAN of light was
seen along the black horizon.
As be stepped across the threshold Of
his dwelling, pang shot through his heart,
for the thought came: "How slight the
present hold upon all these comforts" 50
Not for himself, but for his wife and child
rem was the pain.
"Father's Gomez cried glad little voice
on the stairs, the moment his football sound
ed in the passage; then quick, pattering
feet were heard-and then tiny form was
springing into his arms. Before reaching
the sitting room above, Alice, the eldes,
daughter, was by his side, her arm
drawn fondly within his, and her loving
eyes lifted to his face.
"Are you not late, dearG" 1t was the
gentle voice of Mrs. Freeman.
Mr.. Freeman could not trust himself te
answer. He was too deeply troubled in
spirit to assume nj the moment Cheerful
tone, and he had no wish to sadden the
hearts that loved him, by letting the de
preston from which he was suffering be-
came too clearly apparent. But the eyes
of Mrs Ereeman saur a,,;oLlu halow fhl