Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1858-08-06
Mist&llan&ons.
THE NEWSPAPER.

Tho old farm house wore quiet, pleas
ant look rs the sotting sun gildod its small
windows, over which the luxuriant grape
vines were carefully trained. In the open
door sat the farmer, with little morocco
covered book in his hand on which his at
tention had been fixed for the last hour
He was man Of method and order--old
Richard Heath-and aside from bis regular
account books, which he always kept with
scrupulous care, he always set down in this
little book, in the simplest manner possible,
all his expenses, (no very complicated ac-
count, by the way; J and all he had received
during tho year, in the metal, as he said,
not by the way of trade.
The last account he had just reckoned up,
and the result was highly satisfactory if one
might Judge from the pleasant expression of
his face as he turned to his wife and ad-
dressed her by hor pretty, old fashioned
name.
"Millcent," said he, "this has been lucky
year. How little wo thought whom we
moved to this place, twenty-five years ago,
that we should ever get five hundred year
out of the rocky barren farm"
at does pay for good deal of hard
work." said she, "to see how different things
look from what they did them
"Now l am going to figure up how much
we have spent" said Mr.. Heath; "don't
make noise with your knitting needles,
cause it puts me out"
The wife laid down her knitting in perfect
good humor; and gazed over the broad rich
fields of waving grain, which grow SO tall
around the laden apple trees, that they look
ed like massive piles of foliage. Hearing
her own namo kindly spoken, led her own
thoughts far back to the past; for after the
lapse Of twenty-five years. the simple sound
of tho name she bore in youth means more
to wife than all the pleasant epithets OF
dearest love, and darling, so lavishly offered
in long past courtship.
Very pleasant was the retrospect to Nil
licent Heath. The picture of tho past had
some rough places and some hard trials,
but no domestic strife or discomfort marred
its sunny aspect There were smiling faces
on it-happy childron's faces, without which
no life picture is beautiful. Soft blue eyes
shono with unclouded gladness and wavy
hair floated carelossly over unwritten fore.
heads. She forgot for moment how they
were changed, and almost fancied herself
again tho young mother, and tiny hand.
stole lovingly over her bosom and young
heads nestled there as Of old.
The illusion vanished quickly, and she
sighed rs she thought of her youngest born
tho reckless boy who had left her three year.
before for home on the sea. Once only
had tidings reached hor Of tho wanderer.-
Tho letter spoke Of hardships and home
sickness, in that light and careless way that
reached the mothers heart more surely thar
repinipg and complaint. To know that ht
suffered with strong heart, with noble and
unyielding resolution, gave her feeling o
pleasure, not unmingled with pride.
"Ho will surely como back" murmuret
the affectionate mother to herself; "and
read the paper so carefully every week; tha
if it says anything about the ship ALFRED
sailed in, shall bo sure to see it."
"Mrs. Heath" said her husband, inter
ruptiug her meditations somewhat rudely
1--WE have spent thirty dollars moro thar
usual this year; where can il have gone to Y