Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1862-09-16
Don't ScOfd.

Don't ScOid.
Twas making dress for my little two.
year-old Fanny, and would have finished II
last evening but for the lack of Just one
half yard Of trimming.
Too bad" said ], in tore of impa-
tience, letting my hand fall upon my lap.
What is to bad," asked my hnsband
In his quiet way. CHANGING up from The
book he was reading
MY trimming is to short just half a
yard, and can't finish this dress tonight,
1t is provoking! | was sure five wards
wouldn't be enough, but Mrs. Slade said
she only used four and 4 half IN her
Pinky's frock and insisted that shuuldn't
buy any more. wish people would mind
their own business"
| was really out Of humor, snd answered
remark from my husband in pettish
wav. lie said nothing further, but kent
on with his reading, while worried my
sell IN manner over the unfinished dress.
and made myself, Lam ashamed to say,
quite unhappy about il.
Or The nsxf morning, af:er breakfast, A<
my husband stood VIII Fanny - BIS arms
receiving bis goodbye hug and kiss. chli-
ed out to him from the dining room-'Sto D
a minute. Henry. want you to get me
yard ot that trimming. Ii won't be much
out Of your way to 60 to Maxwen's. Just
wait until run Up stairs and get piece
of it for a sample. Now you won't forget f'
said, banding him TIE sample of trim
ming wrapped up nicely.
'-Of course not" be rellied. with n
pleasant laugh.
(lh bus ypn ora - ,,
had my reasons for doubling the fidelity
OF his memury-he is not always faithful
in the performance of my trifiiDg commits
sicn; and no wonder, for he has world Of
business cares and peri lexities on his
mind.
Never fear you shall have your trim
ming. Do you think I'd forget ANYTHING
that was for my little FANNY" and he hug.
eed the little darling close to his blsom
nearly smothering her with kisses. In
the next minute he was in the street.
My husbands business is away down
town, nearly two miles from our dwelling.
and he is usually absent from morning till
night Twenty times during the day
had Fanny's new dress in my bandit was
a delicate blue meriro, Just suiting her
fair cOmpleyion-and every time wished
for the trimming that | might put on the
Flushing touch. As evening approached,
and the time for my husband to return
| drew near, my thoughts dW cit more intent
| ly on the trimming. How foolish, !" said
| mentally, ''to let my mind become So alb
sorbed in a trife."
! Darkness came down the gas was light.
| ed and as ! sat, with Fanny in little
chair by my side, waiting the moment when
my husband sh Juld come in.. His KEY
ratified IN the donr, and Fanny; starting to
her feet went flying down stairs. / sat
/ still by my workstan6, on which TIE blue
/ merinn dress was lying ready for the de-
/ ficlent trimming. heard Fanny's laugh.
ing cry ofJ"y as she sprang into her faith
! e-'s arms the sound uf well-known steps
came up The stairs. and in moment after
my husband entered the room, his face all
/ aelow with leasurc, bearing his precious
/ burden. The child was his idol, aud Fan
ny loved him with an ardor that made me
at times feel a,mcst jealous.
"llsve you got the trimming 2" asked
| forgetting to press forward aud put up my
| lips for the accustomed kiss
Now that is too bad ~ he exclaimed, 9
shadow falling over his face. at has moi
once crossed my mind since | left the
house this morning. | have had such q
busy day, and SO many things to occupy
my mind"
My heart gave an indignant bound ; ths
blood rushed to my face was dsappOint
ed and angry. ut is too BAD !" replied
again. Too bad that myahusband cam
attend to my most trihIng request 1t vii
be long time before | ask hun to do any
thing more for me-"
Il am very sorry" he reI he'd in ton
of regret
Bot L would take no apology: the ne
elect seemed so inexcusalle. lie had (,
pass Maxwel's in going and returning
and it wouldn't have taken Eve minutes
to have matched the trimming. l DON
remember all that said but must hav,
spoken in very uDwifely manner. NJ
husband. after excuring himself made d
further reply, but looked grieyed aud hurt
Fanny made movement TO get down from
MS arms, and he SET her on the floor. A
scOE as she was released, she came Quick
ly across the room tn where | was sitting
drew down my head, and lifted her teal
filled eyes to my face, whispered throug
quivering liIs this sentence, which wen
rebUkingly to my heart:
Don't scold papa he's do1d ?"
couldn't stand that. Yes, he was kin
and good. thoughtful and loving: and 70
that one act of t rgetluluess, in the mid.
OF busy, and, for all knew, perplexe
and anxious day. had assailed him wit
hnrsh w"rds On the instant he crossed tn
threshold of his house.
Yes. darling. papa is good" whisper
ed back, as ! kissed my precious lit,
monitor, land I'll never scold him again.
Repentant tears were IN my eyes as l rus
and cussed the roum
Forgive me, dear" l said, as I Iai
my lips on his clluded forehead. ut wa
moment of forgetfulness. The tritnnin
Is OF no ems gu 'ncr, | shall be on, to mo
row and Will get i; my-olf."
Il AM sorry about IT," he answer
ed, cit was little thing, and should ha
RENE INBRED it. 10 the future / will
more tIoughIful."
And trust that j have been. Des
little Fanny! Can | never forget her loo
and tone, when she said: Don't scol
papa he is doJd!" No, never.
A seven year old boy of Buffalo was r,
Gently heard to use profane IaDgual e, ant
on being reproved by his parents, aud u
recte5 to ask Gods fOrgiyness, retired