Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1858-10-28
THE OTHER SIDE.
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A TAILS or BUTTONS.

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at might have prevented it altogether"
thought Chrissey; but the thought was repress-
ed in moment. She picked up and replaced
the scattered apparel folded the snowy crayats,
warmed her husbands Overshoes, aud saw that
the beautiful little Communion service present.
ed by lady of the parish, and consecrated to
such sufferers aS Maggy Carpenter, was in read
iuess. Before he left the house, Mr. Ashton
had forgot both his fretiulness and its cause
He kissed his wife, thanked her for her trouble
proposed that she should send for Lilly to spend
the day with her, and strobe away with his usu-
al elastic step and pleasant face.
Chrissey watched him from the door TIL he
turned into the next street, and then went back
TO the fireside, and to her own reflections.
This fretfulness and tendency to be greatly
disturbed at little matters, was almost her hus-
bands only fault. lie was self-sacrifcing to the
last degree, faithful and indeiatigable as an
apostle almost in his professional labOrs liberal
10 a fault, and in his administration of parish
matters, wise and cOnciliating to all. He could
bear injuries, zeal mi juries, with the greatest
patience, and was never known to harbor re-
sentiment.
But with all these good qualities, NJ Ashton
had one fault-a fault which threatened TO dis
turb and finally destroy the comfort Of married
life. lfhis wife by extravsgance or bad man
agement, had wasted ais income and involved
him in difficulties, it is probable that he would
never have spoken an unkind word to her; but
the fact of a button being missed, or a book re-
moved from its place, would produce lamenta-
tiun half indignant and hslf pathetic, which
rung III Chrissey's ears, and made her heart ache
long after Clement had forgotten the circum.
stances altogether. Strange as it may seem, Mr.
Ashton had never thought of this habit, of which
indeed, he was but imperfeetly conscious as to
lis being fault
He thought. indeed, that it was a pity he
should be so sensitive, and sometimes said that
he wished he had not such a love for order and
symmetry, for then he should not be SO otter
annoyed by the disorderly habits of other peo
pie He said to himself that it was one of bis
peculiar trials-that even Chrissey, perfect al
sac was, did MT come up TO his ideas in thin
respect; but that his peculiar trials, az he wal
pleased TO call them, ever became trials to olhe
people, he did not imagine. He had, indeed
remarked, in spite of himself, that Chrissey'
face was not cheerful, nor her spirits as ligh
as when they were first married and he re
gretted that the cares of housekeeping shoul
. wear so heavily upon her; but nothing was fur
J ther from his thought than that anything in him
! self could have produced the change
, Mr.. Ashton exhausted with his days wOrl
turned towards home with his mind and heal
full of all that he had seen and felt. He sal
D very little during dinner, but when the tabl
: cloth was removed, and he sat down in hi
, dressing gown and slippers before the fire,
D related to his wife all the events of the dsl
: describing with all the enthusiasm Of his earI
E est nature, the patience and holy resignation
had witnessed, and ended by saying
Certainly, religion has power to sustain an
II console, under all trials, and under every mi
fortune"
Except the loss of a button replied Chr
j. sey seriously. That is a misfortune whi'
II neither philosophy nor religion can enable OIL
lie TO sustain"
: The Rev. Mr.. Ashton started as though
pistol had been discharged at his ear.
L "Why, what do you mean, Chrissey 2"
T "Just what say" returned Chrissey wi
2 the same soberness. Yourself, for instancl
, YOU can endure with the greatest resignatio
ID the loss Of friends and misfortune never Sd
y you ruffied by rudeness or abuse from others
Y, show any impotence under severe pain }
Va the loss of button from your shirt. or a n
from the carpet, give YOU perfect right to
'' unreasonably unkind, and-I must say it-u
., christian
n Mr.. Ashton aruse, and walked up and do'
the room in some agitation
Il did not think, my love-" he said at last,
~ a trembling tone, that you would attach
be much importance to a single hasty word. p
nd haps l spoke too quickly; but even if it were
he did we not promise to be patient with each Of
er's in6rmities! l am sure ! am very glad
bear with -"
Mr.. Ashton paused he was an eninen
7 truthful man, and upon consideration, he Tea
= could not remember that he had ever had al
% thing to bear from his wife.
- "If it were only once, my dear husband
- should say nothing about it but you do l
&c seem in the least aware how the habit /
u grown upon you. There has not been Z
y, this week in which you have not made !
t 20 heart ache by some such outburst of fretf
% ness"
ne Mr Ashton was astonished; but as be beg
Of o. To reflect, he was still more surprised to fl
ie' that his wife's accusation was quite true.
= One day it had been about the front Dc
M aH mat, the next about mislaid Review, and th
- a lost pair of gloves, which after all were fOu
ch in his own pocket He felt that it was all Il
lis and as his conscience brought forward one
d stance of unkindness alter anOther-real I
kindness-he sat down again and covered
s' face with his hands
e {" But that is not the worst" eOntinU
mln m Chrissey, becoming agitated in her turn.
fear-I cannot help fearing-ihat l shall be
"a to feel as l ought not towards you. fear
shall in time lose the power of respecting
husband; and when respect goes, Clement L
does not last long. This very moment / f1U
Ien myself wishing had never known you CHI
rec sey burst into tears, an unusual demOnstfat
We for her; and Clement springing up once m
:. traversed the room once or twice, and then
down by his wife's side.
christina he said mOurnfully, sis It co
10 thisl have deserved til feel that b
led but to lose your respect, your love-my PunI
in ment is greater than can bear, Chrissey."
,en 1T was but the thought Of a moment, rep
= Christiana, checking her sobs but an IN!
'i eBed that the idea should ever have eutered
rye mind. III ever should, would rather die
moment