The Grand Haven news. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1858-18??, 1863-07-15

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with writing, as hope YOU are with read
ing, this history of malice, and ignorance,
and evil tattle; every village that sleeps
between the Atlantic and the Pacific fur
nishes numbcrless illustrations Of this in
stance.
An interview between the ladies, in
which pride and anger triumphed over
good sense and charity, brought the whole
to crisis. Mrs. James Gimer returned
to her homo and her husband in that
state of vituperative rage which is so
painful to witness in a woman, and vehe-
mently declared that she would never
darken John Gilmer's door again, never
speak to his wifo more-neverl never!
never!
After this all intercourse between the
two ladies was suspended, and that Of the
brothers was brief and constrained; do
not believe that either harbored an un-
kind feeling toward the other, but hus-
bands generally take their wifc's part in
a quarrel.
Harry Gilmer was beautiful bov of
just four summers, the JOY and pride of
his parents hearts. His thick FURNISHED
curls clustered round his white forehead,
and his roguish hazel eyes frightened like
stars from under their long brown lashes.
His little, bright, restless head was like a
break of sunbeams wherever it futtered
and there was not day in which it did
not burst into Mrs. James Gilmer's sitting
room, with its bright smile, and its lisp
ing, "Aunt Sara, Harry's como to Met
you again"
He was certain always of a welcome
Mrs. Gilmer herself declared "she could
not have loved Harry better, had he beer
her own child" and allowed him TO crum
bic cake on her best carpet, and play with
her mantle ornaments to his satisfaction
Then she petted and fondled him quite ~
much as his own mother did, and never
went down into the village without
"bringing something for Harry"
But now her house echoed no more tc
his clear laugh and merry prattle.
know her heart yearned for him some
times, but she always passed by his moth
er's door, with firm, proud step, anc
never turned her head when the boy call
cd to her.
And yet little explained, a little ac
knowledged, a little forgiven, and ther
would have been "peace" between thes
two families.
Strange, strange that christians forge
so often that beautiful, blessed injunctio
of the apostle, +" AS much as lieth in 20
live pEAcEABLY with all men,"
One day, however, Mrs. James CLINE
was in the garden gathering somo earl
pears from ripe tree that stood near IL
house, when small, wistful voice sto
up to her, "Pease, " Aunt Sara, won't yo
speak TO Harry again!"
She turned around quickly and sa
the sweet little face, with its burnish(
curls, pressed up to the side gate, whi
) one chubby hand was thrust between Il
: paliDg. All, it would have taken a har
r er heart than Sara Gilmer's to have 7
, sisted that sight. She hurried down
the gate, caught the child in her arm
7 and covered his face with quick, war
kisses. Then she filled the little han
7, with ripe pears, and watched the chi
: with eyes that, somehow, did not S
G quite as clearly as usual, until he disa
pearcd within tho garden of his own hon
: "Well, I always did love Harry, a
d he isn't to blame for his mothers sil
d any how" murmurmed the lady, h
+ apologetically, as she turned away. i
o Mrs. Gilmer little thought day was co
It ing when she would rejoice more in ii
y deed than sho would i'll all the fool
o pride and independence with which S
d had conducted herself toward brotl