The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1861-09-12
KENOSIA WISCONSIN, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER

mahogany frame was mounted with boughs o
evergreen, around which scarlet berries huns
their charms of rubies.
But the mans large fingers were clumsy ,anC
after several Intellectual attempts 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 managed the refractory button.
Then she smoothe1 down a lock or two OF
black hair, which had strayed over the sunburn
forehead, and the touch of those soft fingers fell
very pleasant about the farmers brow and woke
| up in his heart old sweet memories of the time
When he used to feel them futterng like dream
through his hair
| He looked on his wife with softness in his
keen eye which he little suspected. And the
softness and the smiles stirred a fountain warm
and tender in Mrs. Parsons hear, which had no.
for years yielded one drop of its sweet waters
She reached up her lips imDulsively, land kissed
his cheek. Any one who had Witnessed that
little scene would scarcely have suspected that
the married life of Isaac Parsons and his wife
counted three-quarters of a score of years.
The woman's comedy face was as full of sly
bushes as girls of sixteen, and Isaac Parsons
seized his hat and plunged out of the house with
out speaking one word, but with a mixture of
amazement, and something deeper on his face
not easily described.
But at last he cleared his throat and muttered
to himself Melissy shan't repent that act--I say
she shant' and when Isaac Parsons said a
thing everybody knew he meant it.
The sunset of another autumn day was roll
ing its vesturos of purple and gold about the
rolled into the tarm-yard He had been absent
all day to the city, and the supper had been
waiting for him nearly an hour, and the children
We're hungry AID impatient.
u, father, what have you got there 2 they
all clamoied, as he came into the house, tug
ging along an immense bundle tied with cords
1t is something for your mother, children
was the rather unsatisfactory answer.
At this moment Mrs. Parsons entered the
Kitchen. Her husband snapped the cords, and
= breadth of ingram carpcting rolled upon the
floor, through whose dark green ground work
trailed a russell vine and golden leayes-a most
tasteful and graceful pattern
Isaac Parsons turned to his amazed wife
There, Melissy, there's the parlor carpet you
asked me for yesterday morning. l reckon
there amt many that will beat it in West
Farms
A quiet change went over Mrs. Parsons face,
half of joy, halt Of something deeper.
oh, Isaac' She put her arms around the
strong mans neck, and burst into tears.
The trio of children stood still, and looked
on i'll stolid amazement. / think the 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 way now like
this Pm as hungry as panther now, and want
my supper before do anything but put up my
horse and he strobe off to that impatient quad
ruped in the back yard.
SO the new carpet proved an olive branch of
peace to the HOUSEHOLD of Isaac Parsons. While
Others admired its pattern praised its quality,
it spoke to Mrs. Parsons heart story of al
which love and patience may accomplish AT
ter many struggles and much prayer, the tri
umph over peris and passion, aud evil habits
was at last achieved and this was not accom-
plished in day, or month, or year, but the
small leaven that leaveneth the whole lump.
working silently and surely, completed at last
its pure aud perfect work and in the farm house
of Isaac Parsons reigned the spirit of forbear-
ance and neutrality-suspicious., Of gentleness and
love, which was given unto those who fear
God and keep his holy commandments.