Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1862-04-04

his wife as she hurried from the pantry
to the table, in her preparations for tea;
and then there came across him the
memory Of some of the harsh angry
words he had spoken during their
quarrel that morning, and the words
smete the mans heart.
And while Mrs. Parsons was in the
midst of taking up the dainty broiled
chicken, two boys and girl burst into
the Kitchen.
Hush, hush, children - wound in
AMONG the obstreperous mirth like a
silver chime, the soft voice of the
fnno thas. Fathers busy reading the
paper, and you'll disturb him.
The children were silenced at once,
not in fear of the reproof, but in won
der at it, for the wife as seldom con-
suited the husbands taste and conve-
nience in these small everyday matters
which make the happiness or irritation
of our lives, as he did hers.
In few minutes the hungry family
gathered around the table. There
was little said during the meal, but a
sober, kindlier atmosphere seemed to
pervade the room. The children felt it,
though they did not speak of it.
Are you going out this evening,
Isaac?"
"Well, yes, 1 thought I'd step around
to the town meeting. Want anything
at the store?" continued Mr.. Parsons, as
he tried to button his collar before the
old fashioned looking glass, whose ma
hogany frame was mounted with boughs
of evergreen, around which scarlet
berries hung their charm of rubies
But the mans large fingers were
clumsy, and after several Intellectual at
temps to accomplish his purpose, Mr..
Parsons dropped his hands with an an
CRY CUNT, that the thing wouldn't 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 a lock or
two of black hair, which had strayed
over the sun-burnt forehead, and the
touch of those soft fingers felt very
pleasant about the farmers brow, and
woke mp ia his heart old sweet memo
ries of times when he used to feel them
Tutoring like dream through his hair.
He looked on his wife with a softness
in his keen eye, which she little sus-
pected And the softness and the
smile stirred fountain warm and ten
der in Mrs. Parsons heart, which had
not for years yielded one drop of its
sweet waters. She reached pp her lips
iEpulsiysly, and kissed his cheek
| Any one who had witnessed that little
domestic scene would scarcely have sus-
pected that the married life of Isaac
Parsons and his wife counted three
quarters of a score of years.
The woman's comely face was as full
of shy bushes as girl cf sixteen, and
Isaac Parsons seized his hat and plunged
out of the house without saying one
word, but withea mixture Of amazement
and something deeper on his face, not
easily described.
But at last he cleared his throat and
muttered to himself, "Melissa shan't re-
| peat that act say she shan't!" and
when Isaac Parsons said thing, every
body knew he meant it. 4
| The sunset of another autumn day
was rolling its vesture of purple and
wagons Of Isaac Parsons rolled into the
farm yard. He had been absent all
day in the city, and The supper had
been awaising him nearly an hour, and
the children had grown hungry and i'm
patient.
go, father, what have you got there?"
they all clamored as he came into the
house, tugging along an immense bun
| die tied with cords.
sit is something for your mother,
children" was the rather unsatisfactory
answer.
At this moment Mrs Parsons en-
tered the kitchen; her husband snapped
the cords, and breadth of ingram car
pet rolled out upon the floor, throug h
whose dark-green ground work trailed
a rosset vine and golden leaves-a most
graceful and tasteful pattern.
Isaac Parsons turned to his amazed
wife
"There, Melissa, there's the parlor
carpet you asked me for yesterday
mornin' | reckon there amt many
that will beat it in West Farms"
A quick change went over Mrs. Par
sons face, half a JOY, and half Of some
thing 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 in stolid amazement.
I think the sight Of their faces was the
thing that recalled Isaac to himself
''Come, come, mother" he said, but
his voice was not just steady, "don t
give way now like this. lam as hun
cry as a panther, and want my supper
before | do anything, but put up the old
mare, and he strobe off to that impa-
tient quadruped in the back yard.
So the new carpet proved an olive
branch of peace to the household of Isaac
Parsons. While others admired the
pattern or praised its quality, it spoke to
Mrs. Parsons heart story of all that
which loVe and patience may accomplish.
After many struggles and much prayer,
the triumph over pride, and passion,
and evil habits, was at last achieved; and
this was not accomplished in day, or
month, or year, but the ''small leaven
that leaveneth the whole lump, working
silently and surely, completed at last
its pure and perfect work, and in the
farm house of Iaaac Parsons reigned the
spirit of forbearance and self relinquish
nent, of gentleness and love, which is
given unto those ''wEo fear God and
keep His comma n1ments.'
BsSA correspondent Of the Detroit
-A'lrertiser, says that a deeoction of oats
is infailible for the cure of measles.