Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1861-07-12

tempts to accomplish his purpose, Mr..
Parsons dropped his hand with an angry
grunt that the thing would not work.
Let me try, father Mrs. Parsons
stepped quickly to her husbands side, and
in moment her hand had managed the
refractory button.
Then she smoothed down lock or two
of black hair which had strayeG over the
sun-burnt forehead, and the touch Of those
soft fingers felt very pleasant about the
farmers brow, and woke up old, sweet
memories of times when he used to feel
them futtering like dream through his
hair.
He looked on his wife with a softness
in his face and a softness in his keen eye
which he little suspected. And the soft
ness and the smile stirred a fountain warm
and tender in Mrs. Parsons heart, which
had not for years yielded one drop of its
sweet waters. She reached up her lips
impulsively, and kissed his cheek. Any
one who had witnessed that little domes-
tic scene would scarcely have suspected
that the married life of Isaac Parsons and
his wife counted three quarters of score
Of years.
The woman's face was as full of shy
bushes as a girls of sixteen, and Isaac
Parsons seized his hat and plunged out of
the house without speaking one word, but
with a mixture of amazment and some
thing deeper on his face, not easily de-
scribed.
But at last he cleared his throat, and
muttered to himself, Melissy shan't re-
pent that act-I say she shant, and when
Isaac Parsons said thing, everybody
knew he meant it.
The sunset OF another autumn day was
rolling i;s vestures Of purple and gold
about the mountains, when the wagon of
Isaac Parsons rolled into the farm yard.
He had been absent all day in the city,
aud the supper had been waiting for him
nearly an hour, and the children had
grown hungry and impatient.
'Oh father, what have you got there "
they all clamored, as he came into the
house tugging along an immense bundle
tied with cords.
1T is something for your mother, chill
dren,' was the rather unsatisfactory an
swer.
AT this moment Mrs. Parsons entered
the kitchen. Her husband snapped the
cords, and breadth of ingram carpeting
rolled upon the floor, through whose dark
green groundwork trailed a russet vine
and golden leaves-a most tasteful and
graceful pattern.
Isaac Parsons turned to his amazed
wife, saying; There, Melissy, there's
he paElor carpet you asked me for, yes
.erday morning. l reckon there amt
many that will beat it in West Farms
A quick change went over Mrs. Par
sons face, half of JOY, half of something
leeper.
20, Isaac ? She put her arms around
he strong mans neck, and burst into
.ears.
The trio of children stood still, and
looked on in stolid amazement l think !
he sight of their faces was the first thing
which recalled Isaac Parsons to himself. |
Come, come, mother he said, but his
voice was not just steady, don't give
away now like this. I'm as hungry as
panther now, and want my supper before
do anything but put up my horse : and
le strobe off to that impatient quadruped
n the back yard.
So the new carpet proved an olive
branch of peace to the household of Isaac
Parsons. While others admired its pat
ern or praised its quality,it spoke to Mrs.
Parsons heart a story of all that which
owe and patience may accomplish. Af-
er many struggles and much prayer, the
triumph over pride, and passion, and evil
habits, was at last achieved; and this was
lot accomplished in day, or a month,
)r a year, but the small leaven which
eaventh the whole lump working ST.
emily and surely, completed at last its
pure and perfect work, and in the farm
house of Isaac Parsons reigned the spirit
If forbearance and self relinquishment, of
gentleness and love, which was given un-
o those 'who fear God and keep His
ioly commandments
ca When you lose friend, take heed
hat you do not lose yous affections also. /
Esy Do with trials as men do with new
,oats put them on and wear them until