The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1861-04-11

"The ladies are very kind to think
of me, assure you madame am very
grateful for"
"Mrs. Norris" interrupted the in
dignant lady, "you seem to know best,
| am very happy that you can be SO in
dependent. Mary, my daughter, come
good morning, Mrs. Morris"
Oh, with what longing for the
wings of dove, did Mrs. Morris 90
to her nursery her husband, who had
just returned from his long walk, and
pale and exhausted, had thrown him.
self on the lounge. "He is wearing
his life away" thought she, and we are
both neglecting our children, and we
are called ungrateful; and spies are
placed at our house; our house is no
home; it belongs to the parish /; and
yet they abuse their own property; we
try to do right, but people are constant
ly finding fault"
Mrs. Morris meditations were soon
interrupted by young girl.
Mrs. Morris, mother wants to know
if you will let her have some green tea !;
she amt got none, and Miss Dutton's
to our house to tea !; and she can't drink
black" o}rsw
"A visit from some members of this
borrowing family was daily occur
renee. Coffee, tea, sugar, flour, gin
ger, all articles used in housekeeping,
went in small blue tea cup, or large
tin pail, from the parsonage to this
family many times week, but nothing
of the kind ever travelled back. Why,
the I" Minister had seven hundred dol
lars ayear."
$50 Abbey, Miss Dutton is visiting
your mother this evening; thought
she was going to Mrs. Cutters"
Well, guess she was, but they
wasn't to home, she said she was here
to dinner, and she had real nice one,
but she said she couldn't think you
could live on your salary, you are so
Iextravagant, you had two sorts of meat,
and real rich pies. Mother wants to
know, too, if you will let her have some
meal for hot cakes in the morning;
Sammy'll bring over pail"
Is it not cruel, dear husband" said
Mrs. Morris. When l tried so much
to please Miss Dutton? l knew she
was a fault-fnder; let us act from the
kindest motives-let us deny ourselves
to crafty others, we are blamed-but
must we always be watched and wor-
ried in our own home ?" -..
Mary, my DEAR" said the husband,
eve will try to do right, if we are
pleased, we will try to please our Heav-
enly Father. You must have bold
heart Mary, where right is concerned
and not suffer trifies to make you mis-
cradle. Look beyond, dearest, there
lies the charm which will drive away
all evil"
There was timid rap at the nursery
door, and moment after, a pale little
girl, very poorly clad, entered the
room.
"Mother sent you these" said the
child in low sweet voice."
Mrs. Morris looked at her with sur
prise, for she was the daughter of a
man who seemed lost to all virtue, by
that worst of vices, intemperance.
"Your mother sent them ?" said she.
eyes, ma'am, father caught them
this morning-he wanted mother to
send them here"
"Have you ever seen such beautiful
trout, husband ? Your mother is very
kind, Grace, and | thank you, my dear,
for bringing them to me. Sit down and
rest yourself, you are tired"
cannot stay," said the pale girl,
"my mother will need me soon. May
/ speak to Mr.. Morris"
"Oh, yes" said the pastor, rising
from the lounge towards her; "say
ANYTHING you wish my child have no
fear" and he laid his hand kindly on
her head, from which the faded sirssiwRl| w
had fallen.
| The bosom of the young girl heaved,
and her lips quivered with agitation.
"Oh, sir, will you please come over
and talk with my father-he is very
bad"
els he i'll, Grace ?''
"He is in distress, sir; he saws he
has been so wicked, and mother thinks
you can do him good. He has not
drank any since you talked with him
two weeks ago /; he says you were so
kind to him. Oh, Mr.. Morris, we all
thank You 40 much no one has seemed
to care for father but you; and if you
could just go over and talk with him
now."
eyes, Grace, will go with you now
II am very glad to CO."
| He took her hand, and she with her
full heart beating like the surging sea,
led the way to her humble home.
SHOW, Mary" said our beloved
pastor, as he returned home at late
hour from the Frightening home OF
young Grace and her penitent father,
"would you not suffer many such days
of trial and annoyance as this has been
to you for one such reformation :"
The wife uncovered her face, and
turned her eyes, swollen with weeping,
upon her husband.
He was answered. The unspoken
gratitude of that pale, suffering child
had touched chord in her heart that
had never yibrated TO the rude grasp
of coarscr natures,
|
Whoever undertakes to put a
joke on the razor strop man is sure to
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