The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1859-10-20
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We met, in an exchange paper, with the
following capital illustration of the value of
good temper and cons'derate kindness. 1t
is lesson for such husbands as, through
bad habit, or i'll nature, make point of say
ing something unpleasant whenever wife
gives information of want in the family.
All effects may be traced to their causes, and
If certain heads of families would take the
pains to trace to their source the manifold
dscords that spring up in their homes, in
many cases they would find that the evil
originated with themselves.
The WRONG WAY.-"Father," said wo-
man to her husband, one morning, "the boys
want some new Shoes"
"Want, want-always wantingr' said the
man, in cross tone. 'T've got no shoes !;
if you want them get them"
81 don't know who should, if you can't"
answered the wife, catching the spirit Of her
husband; and the spirit once caught, she
carried it down stairs into the kitchen, where
she quickly saw that breakfast was in a
backward state. "Sally," she cried, "why
in the world is not breakfast ready ? the
mornings are long enough"
'rtis awful green wood p cried Sally.
who until now had been doing her best but
catching her mistress's tone, she quickly
lost her temper. "The wonder is breakfasts s
got at ALL" she muttered while her mistress
went out, and little Joe came in from the
wood-house.
''Tie my shoe, Sally" said he; "the string
has tripped me up awfullv."
'Go away" cried Sally, land do not pc ster
me at breakfast time"
Gross creature ~ cried little joe, poutng
and pulling off his shoe, which for mischief.
or not knowing what else to do, he swung
at the cat tapping her milk The shoe
sent the cat one way, and the cup another,
and the milk in puddle.
"You mischievous puppy. !" cried Sally,
giving little Joe shake, and sending him
off to a sitting-room.
Joe, in terrible pet, fell upon his little
sister, who was playing with woollv dog,
a little toy her auntie gave her, making it
bark in wheezy tone no real dog was ever
guilty Of
"G've it to me- cried Joe, snatchinr it
from her hand whereupon Susy burst into
an angry cry. Joe's mother struck him for
it, and he set up howl egnal to any young
c'lb in bears den; so that by the time
breakfast was ready, the family sky was as
dark and squally as it could well be. for or ss-
ness is catching, and "the beginning of strife
is as when one letteth out water"
TIE RIGHT WAY.--"Father," said woman
to her husband, one morning, "the boys
wa 1t some new shoes"
eyes, suppose it is most time" answers
the husband, "but can't so well spare the
money just now. wonder if could not
black them nicely up, to make them answer
a little longer? Let's see now"
'Do not trouble yourself with them, hus-
band," said the wife. "Let me try and see
what gloss | can put on them maybe
they'll look as good as new," and away she
tripped down stairs into the kitchen.
Sally" she said, "you are little behind
in breakfast, but I'll help you. No wonder !;
the green wood troubles you, I'm afraid"
"Please no." answers Sally 'I'n fetch
breakfast on the table in a minute :" and
Sally stirs about with cheerful briskness.
while little Joe comes in and asks to have
his shoe tied.
'In moment, deary," answers Sally,
''while l run down and get some kindlings :;
your ma wants breakfast"
''Let me go," says little Joe "I'll bring
you some Beauties" and away scampers the
little Joe, who soon comes back with an arm
full "There, Sally" he says, "won't that
help your
"Yes, deary," cries Sally 'now let me
tie your shoe and while she does it, Joe is
looking at pussy tapping milk
"Prsy's had her breakfast" said Joe, ''and
I'll take up her cup, lest somebody should
step on it and break it. Come Pussy, GO
with me-" andhe carries her into the sitting.
room.
PUSSY has had her breakfast" he said to
sissy "now, will she think your woolly dog
real dog Let's show it to her."
Sissy put down her plaything, a little
woolly dog; and sure enough, puss, as soon
as she saw it, bushed her tail and backed up
her back, just ready for fight but pretty
soon she saw her mistake, and ran under the
table, as ifafraid to be laughed at.
How the children did laugh; and what
pleasant breakfast that was, where kindness
was the largest dish, for pleasant words are
as honey comb-sweet to the soul, and
health to the bones.
The Bloomington Paragraph tells of an
apple tree, Seeding of some thirty years
growth, which is now spreading in matrim,-
NAL dignity over the third brood of apples,