The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1858-07-08

her father, who, as he received it from
her hand, said, "Thank you
To the child all unacoustomed to
such an acknowledgment for any SER
vice, these two little words were felt to
be a sweet reward
The fathers altered manner and way
of speaking was perceived by tho chill
dren, as we'll as by their mother, and,
as if by magic, the whole sphere Of their
lives seemed changed.
"Shall I bring down your slippers?'
asked Jane, returning to her father.
eyes, that's q good girl - he answer
ed; "my feet are aching in these heavy
boots"
As Jane left the room, with a spring
ing step, Mr.. Crandall commenced draw
ing off his boots. They we're no soon
er laid on the floor than two little fell
lows caught hold of thom, each desir
GUS of an approving word as a reward
for services rendered their tired father.
"I'll put one in the closet, and John
the other"
"What brave little monw exclaimed
Mr.. Craudall, really pleased at heart
and manifesting pleasure in the tones
Of his voice. "I'm a thousand times
obliged to you'll
Jane returned with the slippers in a
few moments, and stopping down, drew
them upon her fathers feet. When she
rose up, with cheeks glowing and eyes
dancing in a new light, Mr. Crandall
| thought her face looked really beauti-
| full
"Thank you, dear" The words
came, now, really from his heart.
Mrs. Craudall looked and listened,
wonderingly, while a strange glow per
vaded her bosom. What could be the
meaning of all this2 What new spirit
had come over her husband? In a qui
ct, pleased way, the children gathered
around their father, one climbing upon
/ his knee.
"What have you been doing all
day, jimmy asked Mr.. Crandall Of
the child.
"Playing," was the simple answer.
"Have you been a good bOy2'
"Not all the time, answered the child.
"Im sorry; Jimmy must try and be
a good boy all the time. What have you
been playing2'
ooh, everything. Horses and dogs,
and turning up Jack, as mother says
Mr.. Crandall laughed out at the reply,
saying:
"YOu turned up Jack mostly, sup
poser
"Wcll, I guess I did
Mr.. Crandall laughed again. The
spirit Of good nature was transfused in
to every heart. Even Mrs. Crandall,
usually 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
to much"
Mrs. Craudall was moving busily
about all this time, preparing supper
Jane, who never willingly gave her
mother any assistance, and who was
rarely called upon, because she grum-
bled whenever asked to do anything,
now said,
"Mother, can I help you?"
eyes, dear" That "dcar' which
had fallen so unexpectedly frem the
lips of her husband, had been ochOing
in the mind of Mrs. Crandall ever
since, and now it came into utterance
quite as spontaneously as in the case
of her husband. "Nes, dear, you may
finish setting the table, while l dish up
the supper"
Wondering almost as much at herself
as her husband, Mrs Crandall after
seeing Jane move with a pleased alac-
rity about the table, went into the
kitchen, and soon all was ready
Quite enough to satisfy that appetite
had Mrs Crandall prepared; but her
thoughts turned upon something else
something chat 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 spo.
ken-but for her ears alone. At last
she turned from. the fire, and going
to the door of the room, said, very
kindly,
"S6all I boil you a couple of fresh
eggs for your supper, Peter2'
eyes, dear, if you please
How the wifes poor heart, which for
years had lain almost dead in her bo-
} som, loaped with a joyful impulse!--
What a light flashed over her counte-
nance, making it beautiful, as Of old, in
the face Of her husband "Yes, dear,
/, if YOU please" Not even in the voice
Of Grisi or Lind, would her ears have
found such sweet music.
At the supper table, Peter Crandall
praised the coffee and the fried potatoes,
and said the eggs were just what he
wanted, Mrs. Crandall looked happy,
and was happy. With the vanishing
of their fathers usual morose silence,
81 and their mothers sour looks and fret
full tones, the childrens spirits, chang
ing like chamele on, and taking the
hue Of things around them, rose into
new, better and happier states Con
teuGou ceased, and there was something
like an emulation Of kind offices among
them, instead of a selfish grasping Of
o. whatever the heart desired
! Suddenly the eyes Of Mr. CrandalI
4 opened Even while he was pondering
at the magical effect Of few kind
words, q full revelation af the truth