Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1861-08-15

ought to have INDUCED her. but the
manner Of her request, which was iu
reality 8 command, at once reused the
inherent stubborness Of the man. and
he fatty refused her. Then followed
passionate words and angry retorts, till
the husband and wife separated with
mutual bitterness and rage.
But as Mrs. Parsons took up her de-
nuded chicken and plunged it in pan
OF bot water, her eyes glanced on the
weekly paper, which lay on the table,
and they settled upon this passage,
which completed 9 short sketch--sWho.
Ixhen lie uss .rexiled, reriled not sgain,
a soie1 through the
al 81 - Pzrsons. She he'd
- ibf a55e times before.
q 5or be< no special
8 s 5inz, b. how God
had ~ - drop them IN her
4: =: !; !! !! Is''''s : !. s: !
She sat dow 81 4 1cs chair by her
Liiai'ea table. e fsysd her forehead
a, har hand vF[a rs-d frefful. angry
look went out nom hsf lace, and was
succeeded BY $osss tllcegktfal express
sion, and the suns iins tpsered ia yearn-
ing, golden, sh5.i6g HS<utY shout her.
And The years. Of frs. Parsons rose
,up Ike pale sesssxfnI faces from the
desa, sand Looked rsF<sachfnIly upon
her, and suddenly, g shsfP. clear,
stroees features sle5 revealed TO her
reused cpnseiea<s bsayy part she
had borne 10 asi.s - ard misery that
Ind blasted. .-fff dssi 3itss
Ard then &c Eqs i nsmory went
back to her fIst 3 Iainssoce with
ssc Parsois Is I'D chosen her
3 smbifg I sepri s sifisfs who had
her thsts 7dssans. md now
aflx d 81 8 rS1aftsbip came
"a : IA { e zcfipg come up
q ob< e. sgd Vent softly over
psi5ing esrth. Then she
ee more - tremulous,
ia fbe ails ssniog on the
st75ng al and sendss kzft 70 whom
she gave4srseH glsd,y afld irhsliugly
as woufsn.sh6ald
5 AaS4ese rememberef he ssesning a
li59E iater. Wien = proud sad happy
yoang fas.lsad essSf hes 20 the
;ha4I1 hansasz 4a.sbsssl szs8
how for a little while the thought Of
her being mistress Of the great old
farmhouse fairly frightened the wits out
Of her.
She meant to make IL a sweet and
happy home for Isaac Parsons. She
remembered, as though it had happened
yesterday, the little plans and contri-
vances she had made for his surprise.
and their mutual comfort.
But the quarrel came. How well
she remembered it, and how clearly she
saw now the foolish and sinful part she
had borne in that! If she had con-
trolled her temper then-ifshe had only
been gentle and patient, forbearing and
forgiving,--instead of being proud and
passionate, fretful and stubbornl II she
had only borne her woman's duties!
Here the wife and the mother broke
down, she buried her face in her apron,
and went like child.
Mrs. Parsons was an energetic, de-
termined woman, and when she had
once made up her mind on any course
of action, she would not shrink back
from it. What went on in the softened
woman's heart that morning, as she sat
with her apron at her eyes, and the
sobs in her rocking two and fro in her
low chair, and the sweet, restless sun
shine all about her-wbat went on in
the woman's softened heart only God
and the angels know.
care you tired, Isaac?"
The farmer was wiping his face and
hands in the brown crash towel, stall
Wart, muscular man. sun-browned and
weather-beaten, yet he had keen, kindly
eyes, and the hard features had an hon
est, intelligent expression. Mrs. Par
sons was cutting loaf of rye bread at
the kitchen table. Her husband turned
and looked at her moment, as though
he half doubted whether he had heard
Alright. His wife's face was bent over
the bread, and he could not see it; but
the words came second time:
care you tired, Isaac?"
1t was long time since Mr.. Parsons
had heard that soft, quiet voice. It
stole over his heart like a wind from
the land of his youth.
swell, yes. do feel kind of tuckered
out. It's hard work to get in all that
corn with only one hand beside Roger"
al reckoned so; and / thought I'd
broil the chicken for tea, and bake the
sweet potatoes as l thought you'd relish
them best So"
Mr.. Parsons did not speak word,
he sat down and took the weekly paper
ont ofhis pocket, but his thoughts were
too busy to let him read q word. He
knew very well his wife's aversion to
broiled chickens, and as the kitchen was
her undisputed territory. he was obliged
to submit and have his chickens stewed
and his potatoes served up in sauce,
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