The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1863-08-27

| Who do you suppose said it?
| No. She was beautiful, with her check Of
rose hue, and the curl of auburn tresses that
the wind sports with so calamity but she did
not say it. No, the bright creature by whose
side stands lover, looking so tenderly in those
glorious eyes; nor yet the dimpled babe, with
| cherub face lifted to the more mature but not
less innocently sweet features with the holy
light of the mother clarifying every smile.
Then who do you suppose said it?
Wrong again. Not that newly wed husband
whose home fer few fleetiug months he has
aptIy called heaven-fuIl Of smiles and tender
ness and oft repeated VOWS fitting like birds
| ofparadise III rainbow plumage pref
ty, white-robed being, with girlish matronly
all, glides about the neat kitchen, making with
her own hands the snowy bread. Where when
the odious shop is closed he can come home,
and. sitting with her hand in his rove with a
pair of brown eyes over his Daisy" every lit
tie while stopping to snatch kiss from the
red lips so close to his cheek Although he
whispers many times OF love,yet this, Il love
you," was not spoken then there.
A tired woman sits hushing to sleep her
nesting babe Beauty once made that face
radiant perhaps, but all that beauty has gone
now The blue eye is dim and faded-the
whole expression is sorrowful-the pale brow
covered with lines of care. Perhaps in that
faI off look of hers, she sees three little graves
green with as many summers. Her home Is
very humble-all day she has toiled, and the
famting spirit almost srrrenders to fatigue the
down cast eyes trembling in tears-she is so
weary. And every nerve tingles when the boys
come home from school some with weeping
tales Of sorrow. that mother must hear. And
after they are hushed with kissings or child
| ings, 1t is time to get supper for seven hun
cry mouths, and then the accustomed, never
ending routine Of putting away and clearing
Up, till the worn out creature wonders with a
SIGH if there really viii ever come rest to
her-an eternal rest.
At last she can rest her weary limbs in the
Old corner rocking chair. The babe, whose
eyes close ftfuIly to low lullaby, lies in his
fathers lap. He is a plain man the good ia
ther, with an honest face and great heart, that
would, if it could take all the care and sor-
rog Of the household.
The babe sleeps. With a rude gentleness
he lays it on its mothers bosom and as the
rudy freight plays over her careworn fea-
turss he looks upon her with eyes suddenly
grown lustrous and beautiful. He lifts bis
great hand softly, till it rests on her shoulder,
as he says: Il love you, dear Mary"
How the poor heart leaps into love- light
and rest! How vanish the care that trod up
on her very SOUL She no more remembers
the toisome washing; she reflects not that
the pretty babe, with its pink flushed cheek
against her breast has worn her patience
| threadbare with its tears and unrest. She
forgets that the broth was burned that the
Children teazed her; that the line broke and
| that every limb in her frame ached.
What were those in comparison with the
steadfast love that had burned eighteen years
in the sunlight ofhappiness through the clouds
Of despair when beauty made her winning, and
the freshness Of her youth departed forever
What cared she for aught outside her home,
though she had many SORROWS, while, such
words thilled her whole being?
Il loveyou, dear Mary"
All yoC long married husbands, who ex-
act every attention as duty-hOw much
would it cos you to make your home beautl-
/ full with all Its cares Il tell you one word OF
| love will lesscn great burden from the shout
/ ders Of the toiing woman you call wife. Try
it. Go home some night and look upon her
with the eyes o1long ago. For one little mo
ment think wha great trials she took unto
her heart when SIN married you. Then ten
/ derby clasp her hand, and as she looks with
wonder opened eyessay to her in low, steady
voice, not carelesslynor sportively, but earn
testify
4 love you"
Trust me it will be % her, and to you both,
''better than diamonds. '-Ecenjag Poss.