Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1858-09-29
CLEARFIELD, PA WEDNESDAY SEPTEMBER o. 1855

done a good days work in your cstimo.
tion for you said so. Go on, am all at.
tention"
Mrs, Barlow still hesitated. But after
a little more mging, she began her story
OF good days work. Her voice was u lit.
tie sub lued and there was an evident
shrinking from the subject about which
she felt constrained to speak
81 resolved last night" said she, "after
passing some hours Of self upbraidings,
that | would, for one day, try to posses
my soul in patience. And this dark day
has been the trial day. Shall 20 on ?'
Mrs. Barlow looked up with a timid.
bashful air at her husband. She did not
meet his eyes, for he had turned them
partly away.
Yes, Jenny dear, 90 on"
The husbands buoyancy of tone was
gone. In its place was something tender
and pensive.
Little Eddy was unusually fretfui this
morning as you will remember. He seem
ed perverse. ! thought cross, as we call
It, was tempted TO speak harshly two
or three times but, remembering my
good resolution, put on the armor of pa
tlence, and never let him hear tone.-
Dear little fellow When | went to wash
hlm, after breakfast, / found lust behind
one of his ears a small, inhamed boil. IT
has made him slightly tevcrish and worry
some all day. Oh, wasn't glad that pa
tience had ruled my spirit,
After you went away to the store, Mary
got into one of her peverse humors. She
. didn't want to 30 to school to begin with:
then she couldn't find her slate and then
her sLoo pinched her, | felt very much
/ annoyed, but recalling my good resolu-
ton, met her irritation with calmness,
! her wiliuness with gentle rebule: and so
| conquered. She kissed me, and started
for school with a cheerful countenance.
her slate in her satchel, and the pinchmg
shoe mheeded. And so had my reward.
But my trials were not over. Some
extra washing was needed. So | called
Ellen, and told her that Mary would re-.
quire a irock and pair Of drawers to be
washed out, the baby some slips, and YOU
some pocket handkerchiels. A saucy re-
fusal leaped from the girls quick tongue,
and indignant words 20 me. Patience =
Patience" " whispered a small still voice.
| stifled, with an effort, my feelings, re-
strained my speech, and controlled my
countenance. Very calmly, as to all eN-
terror signs, did ! look into Ellen's
face until she dropped her eyes to the floor
in confusion.
"You must have forgotten YOURSELF
said |, with some dignity of manner, yet
without a sign of irritation She was hum
BILE at once confessed the wrong, and
begged my pardon. forgave her, after
reproof, and she went back to the kitch-
en-, something wiser, think tLan when
summoned her. The washing | required
has been done, and well done, and the
girl has seemed all day as if she were en-
deayoring to atone, by kindness and SER
vice, for that hasty speech. If | mistake
not, we were both improved by the dis
ciplinc through which we passed.
"Other trials have had through the
day. Some of them quite as severe us the
few | have mentioned but the armor of
patience was whole when the sun went
down, | was able to possess my soul in
peace, and the conquest of self has made
me happier, This is my good days work
1t may not seem much in your eyes"
Mr. Barlow did not look or,speall, as the
voice Of his wife grew silent. She waited
almost minute for his response. Then
he bent forward suddenly, and kissed her,
saying as he did so;
mine was work, yours a battle-mine
success, yours conquest-mine easy toll,
yours heroism! Jenny dear, since you
have beentalking, Ihave ! thoughtthus: Ny
good work has soiled my garments, while
yours are without a stain, and white as an
gels robes. Loving monitor may your les
son of tonight make me a better man.
Your good days work gives twoJoId
blessing ~