Columbia Democrat and Bloomsburg general advertiser. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1850-1866, 1865-06-10

AT last a crisis came. Mrs. Parsons
had set her heart that autumn upon new
psrlor carpet which was in no wise I'm
reasonable, and in which her husband
ought to have INDUCED her, but the man
ner Of the request, which was in reality
a command, at once reused the inherent
s,ubbornness Of the man, and be fatty re-
fused her. Then followed passionate
words aud angry retosts, till husband aud
wife separated With mutual bitterness aud
rage.
But now as Mrs. Parsons took up her
dcnuded chicken and plunged it into a
pan Of hot wator, her eyes glanced Oh
weekly paper which lny on the table, aud
they settled on this passage, which com
pleted short sketch-"Who, when he
wss reviled, reviled not again. but COM
mitted his cause to Him who jud eth
rigbteously.'
And those words stole, in q till serene,
rebuking voice. through the stormy soul of
Mrs. Parsons. She had read them innu-
merable times before, and they had for her
no specisl message Of meaning but now
God bad sent his angel to drop them in
her heart, and in q momcn, something of
the real sin and wrong of her life rose up
and confronted her
She 50; down iu low chair by the
kitchen table, and rested her forehead on
hor hand. The hard, fretiu, angry look
vent out frcm IN her face and was succee led
BY soft, thoughtful expression, and the
sunshine hung in yearning, golden beauty
about her.
Aud then the woman's memory went
back TO her FIRST acquaintance with Isaac
Parsons--he bad chosen her from score
Of others who envied h,r that good fortune,
and how those early days Of tho court
ship came over tho softtped heart Of the
woman, as the 6rst days of spring came
up from the South, and so softly over the
baro, Departing earth. Then she saw
herself once more a shy, tremulous, joy
Gus bride at the altar ,saniug on the strong
arm and tender heart, to whom she gave
her.clf gladly aud srustingly as woman
should.
And she remembered that morning aud
little later, when her proud and happy
young husband brought her to the house
which had been his fathers, and how for
a while the thoughts Of her being the mis-.
tress Of the great old farm house, fairly
frightened the wits out of her.
She meant 10 make it q sweet and hap
py home for I.aac Parsons. She rene N.
bersd, as though it had all happened yes
terday, the little plans and ooutrivanOe.
she had made Tor bis surprise and theil
mutual comfort.
But the quarrel came. How we'll she
remembered it, and how clearly she saw
! now the foolish and sinful part she had
borne 10 thatl II she had controlled heI
temper then--if she had been only gentle
and patient, forbearing and forgiving, in
stead Of being proud and passionate, iret-
full and stubbornl Here the wife and sht
mother broke down; she buried her fac'
! in her apron and cried like child.
Mrs. Parsons was an energetic, deter
mined woman, and when she had ono'
0 made up her mind upon any course Of 40
!, ton, she would not shrink back from it
. What went on in the sonened woman
1 hear. that morning, as she sat with hel
l apron at her eyes, and the sobs rocking
8 her to and fro in her low chair, and tn,
r sweet restless sunshine all-about her wha
= vent on tho softened woman's heart--onl,
o God and His angels know.
"Are you tired, Isaac I"
8 The farmer was wiping his face AM
= hands on the brown crash towel whioI
@ hung near the window. He was tall
y stalwart, muscular man, sunbrowned al
s weashsr-beaten, yet he had keen, kindl
4 eyes, and the hard features had an hon
' est, intelligent expression. Mrs. Parson
o was cutting loaf of rye bread At tn
n kitchen table. Her husband turned an
b looked at her d moment as though he he
doubted whether he had heard aright.-
B. His wife's face was bent over the breads
;. he could not see il but the words cam
N a second time /:
Is "Are you tired, Isaac :"
m 1t was long time since Mr.. Parsol
ID had heard that soft, quick voice. It sto
ct over his heart like wind from the lar
d, of his youth.
I'd "Well,y ,yes, do feel kind OF tucker'
I'd out. Is's hard work TO get in all tn
ed corn with only one hand besides Roger
th Il reckon so and thought I'd bro
ke the chicken Tor tea, and bake the eve
at potatoes, a. you'd relish them best 20. "