Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1862-04-04
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CHANGE IN THE HOUSEHOLD
BY KATE CAMERON.

"There's no use in trying any longer
to suit Isaac Parsons" muttered the
aforementioned individuals better half,
as she sat in corner of the farm kitchen,
rapidly divesting chicken of its feath-
ers; live worked and shaved myself to
death for him and his;n, and all the
thanks I've had for the last fifteen years
has been short words and general growl-
ing and fault finding, until now. I'm
my own way, or let things have their
own course, and he'll find, after all, Me-
lissa Talcott has got some spirit in heI
that can't be crushed out with all his
.abusin' and aggravation
s.To think he should have the heart
to refuse me a new carpet after he had
such good luck with his wheat crop,
and l just slaved myself through har-
vesting and got along with one girl!''
s'The more a nlan gets, the stingier
he grows, and there isn t u woman among
all my acquaintances that would stand
such treatment, and won't. I'll put
my foot down from this moment" set
ting down most emphatieally that solid
member of her comely person on the
kitchen floor; IF Isaac Parsons won't
come to terms, I'll quit him-that's S all!'
1t was still, serene morning in the
early autumn. The kitchen windows
were open, and through them came, like
golden wings, the sunshine to linger and
laugh on the white kitchen floor, and
flash along the ceiling, and brighten
everything into picturesque beauty in
that old farm house kitchen. The song
Of birds in their nests among the old
bell-pear trees, came along through the
windows in sweet eddies and jets of mu-
sic, and so did all those ripe spicy scents
which belong to autumn, and which
always whisper of the tropics, with
their still stately splendor, their groves
of balm; and forests odorous with gums,
and beautiful with all strange and gor-
geous blooms.
But better than all this, that an tumn
morning was one to brim the heart gith
gratitude and love to God, the giver of
perfect beauty, to calm the human soul
into peace, and trust in the wisdom and
| love which had ordained that day high
priest to man, and it's robe was like the
robe Of Aaron's ephod, all of blue, and
its crown was the early winds ringing
| to and fro in the still air, and on the
forehead of the morning was written, SO
that all might read-'All his works do
praise Him.
But Mrs. Melissa Parsons heard and
saw none Of these things. Down among
the fogs and darkness Of her own mar
row tretfnl earas and anxieties, she
walked with wrapped vision and angry
thoughts, which settled and flashed into
rebellion and haired. For her there was
no beauty in thai autumn day, no token
of Gods love and care for man in its
fair face-no voice calling her to prayer
and praise in the whisper Of the winds
or the song of the birds.
Mrs. Melissa Parsons had been a re-
markable pretty girl in her youth, and
thirty seven years had made her fair
and comely woman.
Her husband was somewhat phleg-
matte man, stubborn and opinionated
and as his early life and social atmos
phere had not enlarged or softened his
character, the hardest and most disa-
sreeable part Of it expanded with his
years. He Loved money, and as the as
thetic part of his nature had never been
cultivated, he regarded 1t as Wasteful
ness and extravagapee to indul ge in
much grace or beauty of surroundings
Still, there was another side of the
man; his affections were deep and ten
der, and a judicious and loving woman
could have reached him to almost any
degree through these. But Mrs. Par.
sons never understood her husband
She was an impulsive, gh-spirited, anc
really warm hearted woman, with "a gooG
deal of petty social ambition, and she
and her husband were constantly jarrins
} each other.
His obstinaey slways inaamed her an
ger, while her imperious temper only
hardened him into fresh stubbornness
, and so the current of their lives .ra1
most armoniously, and was constantly
: interrupted by jars and chickering's, an,
angry alterations. That once fair ane
precious lilly of tenderness whose grace