Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1859-04-19

ner is ready" And she seated herself at
the table, poured out the hot coffee,
passed the bread and butter to her hus-
band as indifferently as only resentful
woman can do, and commenced eating
her meal in silence. -i
"Etta"--the tone was very different
from the morning one--"Mrs. Neal sent
word by me to you that Mrs. Carson and
Mary were coming there tomorrow after
noon, and she would like TO have you come
over. What shall / tell her?' IS 81.
"Tell her that have 40 time TO visit.
l have enough to do at home" And her
lip curved little as she said this, but
closed again frmer than ever.
"Why, Eta, shall give her that an
swer? Is it true?''
Eyes, l work hard as l ought, and l
am found fault with now, and have come
to the conclusion that had better stay at
home all the week, and not spend any
time visiting. If had some one to pro-
vide kindlngs or dry wood, or was willing
to eat a plain meal when the baby was SO
cross | could hardly get him out of my
arms, perhaps raight go out, but, as 1t
is, think / had better make slave of my
self at once, and always stay at home and
work"
II am sorry YOU have such hard
time" was the pleasant rejoinder "Per-
haps you wish you were girl again-do
vou?' And there was an undercurrent
of earnestness in the tone That light spo-
ken words could not believe.
Il wish | had husband that thought
| had done right sometimes. L might
have had such AN one if had chosen" 4"
was the uDwife-like reply; and it was a
sentence too much-Mr. Weston was very
sensitive on that point, and lie took up his
hat and left the room with feeling IN his
breast toward his wife almost new to
him.
Il hope he will find out won't bear
everything" thought Eta, as his footsteps
died away ON the walk But, after Willie
was hushed to sleep, and the moons work
done, and tie house ali still, with the rest
lessness of an unquiet spirit Mrs. Weston
walked out into the ganien and down the
i""e her hot 10 'i,p brow win in its coSlmg waters
The wind sighed softly in the branches,
and rusted the glossy leaves, then swept
far away among the forest trees with voice
like the murmuring ocean wave that cease
Iessly Leafs against the shore Such n
sweet peace seemed brooding over all ma
lures works, that insensibly it soothed
Eua's parturLed thoughts, and she wan
dr,,d back to the house with few wild
flowers wreathed in her hair. Her lip had
forgotten its compression and fiymness.
But must finish baby's dress" ," tho't
Eta, as she ran softly up stairs TO get the
materials. They had been mIolad; and
after searching in all the drawers, she
opened John desk, thinking they might
be laid in there by some mistake. A num-
Der of loose papers were scattered about,
and carelessly she took up and opened
one and another, until soft ringlet OF
her own hair fell in the drawer. One
brief sentence-"My own dear Eta -
was all the paper contained; but rush
ing back like flood came all the recol-
lections of the hour she gave it to him
, 1t was a fair summers night, and the
f bright moonlight stole in through the
, clingiug vine, and carpeted the floor with
silver lines. The whispering, signing
breeze shook the fragrant rose-leaves al
their feet, and lifted the curls from hel
cheek wet with tears.
, "Just one curl, dear Eta, to gaze upon
: when l am far away" And the ringet
was severed, and sweet kisses pressed
upon her cheek again and again at that
, sad parting hour.
. Again and again were they pressed
upon her cheek as memory opened wide
her book, and brought the past close tc
: view. The wakeGul night watches amid
t the bowling storm, the titful dreams of 6
waterv grave for him she loved better than
D words could tell, the anxious waiting fol
a letters and joyful reunion after mouths o
9 separation, all rose up before her with the
vividness of life.
: And had this cherished earthly treas
n ure turned to dross-a worthless thing
S ready 10 be cast away? No! no!
a The reaction had come, as 1t always
n will, and as Eta leaned her head low owe
I the note, hot, binding tear, fell again, bu
a they were not tears of anger. Her Owl
r harsh words sounded in her ears, and he
unkindness and injustice to one who 81
v seldom erred, filed her heart with repen
e tance. Could not she, who often needed
e forgiveness, forgive or bear meekiy tn
g least sentence of blame? Oh, il she hat
5 only governed herself in the morning, ant
4 guarded her soul, and not let the turbu
= lent waves overflow, what a miserable da
, would have been blotted out of existence
;, Willie's cry called her down stairs
: She took him up, clasped him in her arms
IS and the smiles came back to her lip IN an
n swer to his smiles and caresses.
d But few stitches were sewed that after
t. noon, for the walk aud musings, and tend
+. ings of the baby took up most OF the tim
,, till five, the hour to prepare supper, an
m then baby was placed in the cradle, wit
ID the nondescript playthings of big pan
d and spoon and whip, and the fire kin
at died, and the tea-kettle filled tor TEL
er The table was set again, and the toai
made and covered up close to the fire, an
l. warm cakes baked-all done as the cloc