The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1858-08-04
Smiles for Home.

Take that home with you DEAR said
Mrs. Lewis, her manner half smiling,
half serious.
Take what home, Carry said Mr.,
Lewis turning towards his wife curl
ously.
Now, Mrs. Lewis had spoken from
the moments impulse, and already
partly regretted her remark.
Take what home ? repeated hel hus-
band; L don't understand you
That smiling face you turned upon
Mr.. Edwards when you answered his
question just now,' replied his wife.
Mr. Lewis slightly averted lis head,
and walked on in silence. They had
called in at the shop of Mr.. Edwards to
purchase few articles, and We're now
on their way home. There was no
smile on the face of Mr.. Lewis now, but
very grave expressien-indeed, grave
almost to sternness. The words of his
wife hrd taken him altogether by sur
prise, and, though spoken slightly, had
Jared upon his ears.
The truth was, Mr.. Lewis, like a
great many other men who have their
own business cares and troubles, was in
the habit of bringing home sober. and,
too often, clouded face. 1t was in
vain that his wife and children looked
into his face for sunshine, or listened to
his words for tones Of cheerfulness.
Take that home with you dear3 Mrs.
Lewis was already repepting this sug-
gestion, made on the moments impulse.
Her husband was sensitive to fault.
He could not bear even an implied CEN
sure from his wife and so she had
learned to be very guarded in this par
ticular.
Take that home with you. dear?' she
repeated to herself. 'Ah, me! wish
the words had not been said. And there
viii be darker clouds now, and gracious
knows they were dark enough before !
Why can't Mr.. Lewis leave his cares
and business behind him, and let us see
the old, pleasant. smiling face again?
l thought this morning. that he had for
gotten how to smile; but / see that he
can smile. if he tries. All! why don't
he try at homer
Thus soliloquized Mrs. Lewis, as she
walked along by the side of her husband.
who had not spoken woik since her
reply to this query. Take what home"
Square after square was passed, and
street after street was crossed, and still
there was silence between them.
OF course, said Mrs. Lewis, speak
ing in her own thoughts-'of course, he
is offended. He won't bear word from
me. l might have known beforehand
that talking out in this way would only
make things worse. Oh, dear! I'm get
ting out of all heart!!'
what, then, Carry?' said Mr.. Lewis.
Mrs. Lewis almost started at the
sound of her husbands voice, breaking
unexpectedly upon her ear in softened
tone.
What them he repeated, turning
towards her, and looking down iuto her
silly upturned face.
1T would send warmth and radiance
through the whole house. replied Mrs.
Lewis, her tones trembling with feel
ing.
You think so?' said her husband.
Il know SOP she replied. Only try
it, dear, for this evening"
1t isn't so easy a thing to put on a
smiling face, Carry, when thought is
with care, said Mr.. Lewis.
1t didn't seem to require much effort
just now,' said Mrs. Lewis, glancing up
at her husband, with something of arch
ness in her look.
Again shadow dropped down upon
The face of Mr.. Lewis, which was again
partly turned away, and again they walk.
ID ON in silence.
He Is SO sensitive! Mrs. Lewis said !
% herself. the shadow on her husbands !