Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1858-02-10

had always felt Interested in him, but
this morning she was in quite hurry
and would have passed him with cor
dial but hasty, How are you, Joseph
nv boy? Do come and see u.s." had it
not struck her that Joseph's face did not
wear its usual happy expression. She
paused as the memory of last nights
sermon flashed through her mind and
asked: lis there anything the matter
with you Joseph? You do not look so
happy as you used TO-"
The boy looked up a moment. with a
half doubling, hall cor6tling expression
into the lady's face; The latter ,riumphed.
.'Mr Anderson moved out oil town."
he said. pushing back his WON. but
neatly brushed cap frcm his hair. $50
I've lost my place; then little Mary's
sick, and that makes it very bad just
now"
80 it does" answered Mrs. Beach.
her sympathies warmly enlisted. "But
never mind. Joseph; L remember. only
night before lasi, my brother said he
would want a new errand boy in a few
days. for his store, and he'd give good
one Two dollars a week. Now I'll see
him TO day and get the situation for you
if you like"
The boys whole face frightened up.
"Oh! | shall be SO glad of it, Mrs.
Beach"
land see here, Joseph. I'm going to
market and perhaps we can find some
thing nice for little Mary" The LAZY
remembered that Joseph's mother.
though poor seams,ress. was proud
woman. aud felt this would be delicate
way of presenting her gift.
So she found some delicious pears and
grapes and a nice chicken to make some
broth for Mary. who she learned was i'll
with fever, before she proceeded to her
own marketing. But it was pity that
the lady did not see Joseph as he spran2
into the chamber where little Mary lay
moaning YEARLY on her bed. while her
mother sat stitching busily in one cor
ner. and feld up the chicken and fruit,
crying: GOOD news! good newsl I've
got all these nice things for Mary, and
a place at two dollars a weekl'
o! how little Mary hot fingers closed
over the punches ofwbite grapes. while
the sewing dropped from her mothers
fingers. as the tears ran down her cheeks.
1t was evening, and Mrs. Beach was
in the library absorbed in some new
book, when she heard her husbands
step in the hall. Though morning had
been pleasant the afternoon was cloudy,
and the day had gone down in low sui
len, penetrating rain.
Now Mrs. Beach loved her husband
with the love of true wife, but he was
not demonstrative man. and the first
beauty and poetry of their married life
bad settled dow n into somewhat bare,
every day matter of fact existence. But
her heart was warm to night-warm with
the good deeds of the day, and. remem
bering the resolution of the morning. she
threw dowu her book and ran down
stairs.
Henry, DEAR" said the snft voice
of the wife, 'has the rain wet you at
all? Let me take off your coat for you"
"Thank you. Mary; don't think that
Pm anywise injured. but you may help
rae just for the pleasure of it, and be
stood still while she removed the heavy
coat with all that softness of touch and
movement which belongs to a woman.
She hung it up. and then her husband
drew her to his beart with all the old
loves tenderness.
And there was music in Mrs. Beach's
heart as she went up stairs-music TO The
words, Eyes open! eyes open!"