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

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$ grumbling mood, he reconnted the mis-
haps Of the morning, which seemed Il
8 have been much after the manner Sc
!, forth in a certain legend Of olden time
0 for he ernbellished his recital by allusior
to ~ ' -. '.'1
IG a..g ras shssp's In The meadow,
T.. The cows srs In the eorp,'
adding that they wouldn't have been
there, il Mrs. Heath had been At home
because she'd have seen them before they
J got in, and halloocd. She would have
seen the oxen, too, before they got acros,
the river and saved him the trouble oi
getting them back. But after tracing
all these untoward events to her alb
scence, he said to himself consolingly, y
guess she went go any more, she always
was home body Is.-prs u ~ .
y Mrs. Heath did go again though, and
again, and the day she went for the
fourth time, her husband took counsel
| with himself as to what he should do to
stop her gadding.' sdSeated on the door
step, in the shade Of the old trees, he
spent an hour or two in deyising ways
and measures talking aloud all the time,
and having the satisfaction Of hearing no
body dispute him. .n"
1t is hard to think Of her getting to be
a visitin' woman, said he, and its clear It
amt right. Keep her at home, I've read
in the Bible, fold Richards Bible knowl-
edge was somewhat confused, quotation
varied slightly from the scripturalphra
keepers at honey but il says too, he
added, with true, sincere man, that
husbands must set great store by their
wives and treat them well. won't
scold Millicent III harness up and 60 for
her to night, and comm home III talk it
all over with hel, and tell her how bad it
makes me feel, and If that won't do, I'll
something else. De-.
In accordance with his praiseworthy
resolution he might have been seen, about
sunset, hiching his horse at Mr.. Browns
door: for, strangely en- ough, Mrs. Heath's
visits had all been made at the same
place. Going up to the door, ho stopp-
cd in amazement at seeing his wife in the
kitchen just taking great woolcn wash
apron, and putting down her sleeves
which had been rolled up for washing
He listened and heard her say as she
took some money from Mrs. Brown, 1T
won't be so that can do your washing
again
ut has been great favor to have you
do it while l have bocu poorly said Mrs,
Brown, and I'm glad to pay you for it.
This makes four times, and here's two
dollars. 'Tis just as well that you can't
come again, for | think l shall be we'll
enough to do it myself @
Two dollars, just the price Of the
newspaper exclaimed Mr.. Heath, as the
truth flashed across him. Rather silent
ride they had home till at last he said
Il never was 50 ashamed. in my life =
OF what I asked his wife.
"Why, to have YOU 60 out washin':
amt so poor rs that comes to-
well, Idon't know replied his wife,
when man is too poor to take a nows.
paper, his wife ought not to feel above
going out washing us .ru. .s
Nothing more was said on the subject
at that time, though some i'll feeling lin.
gered in the hearts Of each. The max.
ing up was no mawkish scene Of kissing,
embracing and crying, such as romance
writers build their useless fabrics with,
but as Mrs. Heath was finishing her
household duties for the night, she said,
quietly, Of .n HaiIasai -
4 don't think did quite right Rich.
ard ro aa mu'u'e .u#n'
Il don't think did either, responded
the husband; and 30 the spark was
quenched which might have become a
scathing flame blighting all the domestic
peace under that humble roof.
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At last the long voyage is ended, and
the sailors talk only Of home now. They
talk Of those they are to meet, of their
wives and children to whom their
thoughts have so often wandered during
these three years sbsccnce. They won
der il the yourg sailor, Alfred Heath,
who lies 80 sick, will ever sec his home
again, and with their rough tones subdu.
ed almost to gcntlcnesa they speak of
his anxiety to zoe his mother. .a .l
lie is so hopclcssly i'll that his heart
is now where the worn spirit ever turns
in its hour OF bitterest sorrow or is ap-
proach to the unseen end--to God and
his mother. Family as his heart beats,
it still throbs with earnest desire for life.
Dim as his keen eye has become, be fan.
cies it would brighten once more at the