The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1858-07-07
WHOLE NO. 81.

w HULE NU. III.
for cash. He thinks he has bargain
and, perhaps he has but would have
let them go at any time during the past
six months at loss of thirty per cent,
and thought the sale desirable one.
"Now, there's my days work, Jen-
ny. and it is one to be proud of. l take
some credit to myself for being upon
the whole pretty bright sort of man,
and bound to 60 through. Let US have
your story now"
The face of Mrs. Barlow flushed
slightly. Her husband waited for a
few moments, and then said:
Let US hear of the yards of stitch
ing. and the piles of good things made
"No-nothing Of that" answered
Mrs. Barlow, with a slight veil Of feel
ing covering her pleasant voice. Ihad
another meaning when spoke of hav-
ing accomplished a good days work.
And now. as my doings will bear no
comparison with yours: think of de-
clining the rehearsal"
"a bargain is q bargain. Jenny"
said Mr.. Barlow. "Word keeping is
a cardinal virtue. So let your story
be told. You have done good days
work in your own estimation, for you
said so. Go on. am all attention"
Mrs. Barlow still hcsitated. But af-
ter little more urging, she began her
story of good days work. Her voice
was little subdued, and there was an
evident shrinkage from the subject
about which she felt constrained to
speak.
II resolved last night" said she,
"after passing some hours of self-exam-
ination and upbraidings, that 1 would
for one day, try to possess my soul in
patience. And this day has been the
trial-day. Shall 60 on?"
Mrs. Barlow looked up with timid
half -bashful air at her husband. She
did not meet his eyes, for he had turned
them partly away.
"Yes. dear Jenny, go'on."
The husbands buoysncy of tone was
gone. In its place was something ten.
der and pensive.
'tLittle Eddy was unusually fretfnl
this morning, as you will remember
He seemed preverse. l thought
cross, as we call it. l was tempted to
speak harshly two or three times; but
remembering my good resolutions put
on the armor of patience, and never let
him hear tone. Dear little fellow
When went to wash him, after break.
fast. found, just behind one of his
ears. small infamed boil. 1t has
made him slightly feverish and worry
some all day. Oh wasn't I glad that
patience had ruled NY spirit
"After you went away to the store,
Mary got into one Of her perverse hu.
mors. She didn't want to go to school
to begin with then she couldn't find
her slate and then her shoe pinched
her. l felt very much annoyed but
recalling my good resolution, met her
irritation with calmness; her willfulness
with gentle rebuke; and so conquered.
She kissed me and started for school
with cheerful countenance, her slate in
her satchel. and the pinchlng shoe uu-
needed. And so l had my reward.
"But my trials were not over
Some extra washing was needed. So
l called Ellen. and told her that Mary
would require frock and two pair of
drawers to be washed out, the baby
some slips, and you some pocket hand
kerchiefs. A saucy refusal leaped from
the girls quick tongue, and indignant
words to mine. Patience Patience
whispered 4 small, still voice. l stifed
with an effort, my feelings, restrained
my speech. Very calmly, to all exterior
signs, did look into Ellen's until she
dropped her eyes to the floor in confus-
ion.
"You must have fcrgotted yourself,
said l, with SOME dignity of manner,
yet without sign of irritation. She
was humbled at once confessed the
wrong and begged my pardon. for
gave her. after reproof, and she went
back to the kitchen, something wiser,
think, than when summoned her.
The washing required has been done,
and well done; and the girl has seemed
all day as if she were endeavoring to
atone by kindness and service for that
hasty speech If I mistake not, we
were both improved by the discipline
through which we passed.
"Other trials l have had through the
day. Some of them quite as severe as
the few l have mentioned; but the ar.
NOR of patience was whole when the
sun went down. l was able to possess
my soul in peace, and the conquest of
self has made me happier. This is my
good days work. 1t may not seem
much in your eyes"
Mr.. Barlow did not look nor speak,
as the voice of his wife grew silent
She waited almost miuute for his re-
sponse. Then he bent forward sud
denly, and kissed her, saying as he did
so:
mime was work, yours battle
mine success, yours conquest--mine
easy toll, yours heroism! Jenny dear,
since you have been talking. | have
thought thus: My good work has soiled
my garments, while yours are with
out stain, and white as angels robes.
Loving monitor May your lesson of
tonight make me a better man. Your
good days work gives two-fold bles-
sing !"
Bro,o beating a Vitness.-A cotcmporary says
with truth that there is no greater out age per
petrated under the forms, and by the sanction
OF the law, than the manner in which counsel
are permitted by our courts, to abuse witness.
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