The Union and eastern journal. [volume] (Biddeford [Me.]) 1854-1858, 1858-02-19
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THE NEWSPAPER.


pleasant look, as the setting sun gildcd
It's small windows, over which the luxu.
RANT grape vines were carefully trained.
In the open door sat the farmer, with a
little morocco-covered book in his hand
on which his attention had been fixed fol
the last hour. He was man OF method
and ordcr-old Richard Heath - and
aside from his regular account books,
which he always kept with scrupulous
care, he always set down IN this little
ook, in tho simplest manner possible, all
his expenses (no very complicated ac-
count by the way), and all he had rccciv-
cd during the year, in the metal, as he
said, not by the way of trade.
The last account he had just rcckoned
up, aud the result was highly sats!acto.
ry, il one might Judge from the pleasant
expression OF his face as he turned to his
wife and addressed her by her pretty old
fashioned name.
'Millicent,' said he, this has been a
lucky year. How little we thought when
wc moved to this place, twenty-five
years ago, that we should ever get five
hundred dollars year out Of the rocky
barren farm
1T does pay for good deal Of hard
work. said she, to see how different
things look from what they did them
Now, am going to figure up how
much we have spent said Mr.. Hath =
don't make noise with your knitting
needles, cause it puts me out
The wife laid by her knitting in per
feet good humor; and gazed over til,
broad, rich fields Of waving grain, which
grew so tall around the laden apple tree.
that they looked like massive piles Of 70
lmgc. Hearing her own na me kiudl,
spoken led her own thoughts far buck, tc
the past; for after the lapse of twenty
five years the simple sound Of the name
she bore in her youth means more, to {
wife, than all the pleasing epithets o
dearest love, and darling, so lavishingly
offered in long past courtship.
Very pleasant was the retrospect tc
Millicent Heath. The picture of tn,
past had on it some Rough places, ant
some hard trials, but no domestic strii,
or discomfort marred its sunny aspect
There were smiling faces on it-happ,
childrcn's faces, without which no life
picture is beautiful. Soft blue EYES
shonc with unclouded gladness, and wav,
hair foated carelessly over unwrittcr
ioreheads. She forgot, for a moment
how they were changed, and almost fan
cied herself again the young mother, anc
tiny hands hands stole lovingly over hel
bosom, and young heads nestled there a
of old.
The illusion vanished quickly, and she
sighed, as she thought OF her younges,
born, the reckless boy who had left hel
three years beiolc for home on ;he sea
Once only had tidings reached her Of the
wandcrer. The letter spoke OF hardship'
and homcsickness in that light and care
less way that reached the mothers heart
more surely than repining and complaint
To know that he suffered with strong
heart, with noble and unyielding rcsolu.
ton, gave her feeling of pleasure, moi
unlningled with pride.
.ic will surely come back murmured
the affectionate mother to herself; 'and
! read the paper so carefully every week
that If it says anything about the ship
Alfred sailed in, shall be SURF to see
it,
Mrs. Heath SAID her husband, inter
rupting her meditations somew .at rude
ly, I'VE have spent thirty dollars more
than usual this year: where can it have
gone to rl u1.g D. o. hlr dtr-
The new harness, suggested Ms.
Heath; that don't come every year you
know y, ... .o-
We'll, there's twenty dollars accounted
for 'n ,li 10 e1
I'VE had the carriage 6xcd up when
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