Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1860-08-25
UNCLE PILLS REMEDY.

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UNCLE PILLS REMEDY.
s' BY T. 8. ARTHUR. s-i
"How's Mary" asked Uncle Phil Wind.
ham, of his nephew, Harry Lester. :.
Not very well" replied the young man,
I'm sorry. What seems to be the matter
with herr" -''''
"rm sure don't know, Uncle Phil. She
has no appetite, and is weak and wretched
half her time"
"What does the doctor say?',
Nothing satisfactory. It'smy opinion that
he doesn't know what ails her. The worst of
it is, she gets into such low spirits and cries
sometimes, for half the night"
That's bad, Harry-yery bad t1
know 1t is, Uncle Yet what can do 9''
How are you getting along in your busi-
ness" asked Uncle Phil. '-vz' So - ,
"Not 80 welI as I could desirs Hard, wear
isome work, every day, and yet seem to
make very little progress"
The young mans face took on troubled
aspect. Uncle Phil had seen that look great
IN any times before. and now it set him to
thinking.
"Did you ever see the person who got along
in this world as we'll as he desired?J ask ed
the old man.
'soh, as to that, Uncle Phil, my desires do
not take very wide range. But would like
to see some fruit of my labor" -
" You have comfortable home, Harry, as
the fruit of your labor. Isn't that somethine?'
"Yes. But don't seem to get ahead. And
that discourages me work hard enough, in
all conscience" :
Uncle Phil looked at his nephew for some
moments, and then said lf
'' 10 that the face you carry home every
night, Harry"
aWhat face? don't understand you.n
The dark, discontentsd face you wear
now" 90
The eyes of Harry Lester dropped to the
ground.
Because, if it is, I don't wonder Mary is
The shadows passed away, and smile Lit ND
the young mans countenance.
'sAh, that's better. That's the true home
face. Show it to Mary, and my word for it,
she I'll find it more potent than medicine"
You're a little facetious to-day, Uncle, I"
said Lester.
g Not /; but in sober earnest. / don't lust
know how it is, but I'm afraid that in going
home to Mary at night, You take shadows in
stead of sunshine. Now, a woman's heart
wants sunshine. 1t cannot grow flowers in
the dark. Leave your care and business anx-
1ety inside of your store when the doors are
shut ut night, and bring home to your wife
cheerful spirit. Try the virtue of q smiling
face, my boy, and old Uncle Phil's word for it,
Mary will need no more of doctors stuff
1t Was just as the old man had supposed
permit themselves to get over-anxious in regard
to business matters, always brought cIouded
face to his home at night. He used to bring
light and smiles and cheerful words Then it
was different with Mary from what it is now
Her face reflected the light and smiles that
beamed from his, and her lips were running
over with pleasant talk. Uncle Phil's remarks
set him to thinking, and he remembered all
this. Could it be possible that the withdrawal
Of sunlight from his countenance had thrown
her life into shsd0w?
=" thought she was more of woman than
that"
More Of q woman, Why, is this all YOU
know of true woman's nature? You should
have been wiser in regard to her character be-
fore taking the happiness of wife into your
keeping. Love cannot grow and flourish if
the sky is forever clouded: and love is
woman life.
The state of Msry's nknd, as well as the
state Of her health, were sad enough to lead
her husband to think seriously on any remedy
that might be presented, and Uncle Phil's
admonition did not pass from his thoughts, as
We have seen from his remark, touching the
lack Of true womanliness in his wife.
TRY the virtue of a smiling face
That was easily enough said; but not so cas-
when he felt depressed in mind, and anxious
about his business! He could smile through
the day; smile in the face Of his customers:
and without an effort. Did he think of that
No; he only thought Of the impossibility of
applying Uncle Phil's remedy
Try the virtue Of a smiling face nv bow -
He remembered these words as he stood at
his door, and made pause before entering
Anything but u smiling aspect was the one
that sat upon his countenance.
81 will try" he answered, with kind of
desperate resolution, and, pushing open the
door. entered with lighter step than usual.
''0h, is this you, Mary ?" he said in a pleas
ant way, as his wife, who happened to be cross
ing from the parlor, met him in the passage
He put on a smile as he spoke; and, wonderful
TO say, smile came into MaIy's pale face.
g How are you this evening 90 he then asked, /,
with a kind interest that was unusual, for
nearly always, his thoughts were not houe-
guests, but wanderers backward, amid the
cares OF the day, or forward with anxious hopes
into the morrow.
Better than I have felt all day.p And
something Of the old sweetness played about
her lips-plsyed there so temptingly that her
husband could not repress the inclination he
felt to lay upon them kiss Of tender feeling
Why, 1t seemed as if q sudden sun burst had
irradiated the countenance of Mrs. Lester
How long was il since . kiss, so full of heart
warmth as that, had been pressed upon her
lips! Away back in the past, the time lay so
far that memory was at fault in recalling It,
Better than she had felt all day! If this
werUreally so, and we believe it, the discovery
was Pde at the moment.
Itm glad Of it, Mary And with his arm
drawn around her waist-when had it been
there before they walked back into the sit
ting-room.
sYou look in better spirits, dear" And
Mary's eyes read his face all sover with an
eager interest which she could not hide
Il was on the mans lips to reply, that he
wasn't aware Of any cause why be should feel
in better spirits. Dependency. was such a
habit with him that any other state of mind
seemed unusual Even as the words Of this
raply came into his mind bis count.n.nno
changed. But, remembering Uncle PhiI's ad
monition, he checked himself and forcing back
into life the already half-ex,inguished smile,
he answered: - So
"po II"
"Yss; in better spirits than have seen you
for . long time. 1t does me good to see the
sunshine in your face again"
aaTha zunshina in NV faca anain Marx .