The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1865-03-22
Seleetetl Storu.
LOVE RECLAIMED.

just because happened to speak little
too quickly when he found fault with his
coffee. am sure, if his coffee wasn't
strong enough he needn't have found
fault with it. l didn't have any more
parched, and there wasn't time to psrch
any"
"If you had told him more pleasantly
he would not have gone off angry," re-
turned Mrs. Mason, dear friend who
was visiting Mrs. Clayton. "Shall I tell
you, Ina, how neat my own happiness
was being wrecked by a course similar
to the one yon are now pursuing"
"Yes, Ada do so by all MEANS" repli'
ed the girl bride. "God knows 1 do not
want my happiness wrecked. 1t nearly
breaks my heart when he speaks as he
did this morning." and the pretty VIC.
let eyes filed with tears.
"Well, Ina, when George and were
married we had no pretty home to go to.
We were both poor, and my husband had
to toll very hard to keep want out of our
doors. Often l was obliged to do with
out things which l really needed; and,
instead of trying to get along with what
| had, as a true wife should do, grew
peevish and fretful. OF course all these
things worked change in my husband
though at the time could not see that
it was mostly my doings. I thought
then he had ceased to love me, and often
reprosched him, but he bore my reproach-
es with moody silence. -,
This Indifference, for such it seemed.
irlitated me much,---I may say, nearly
| maddened e,--fot 1t Ia better to be
hated than treated with Indifference by
those we love, and I loved him devoted
ly. As years fled on two little ones were
added to our family, thus increasing our
cares and our toll. By this time loving
words and caresses were unknown. My
husband never gave any; and though l
often yearned to throw myself in his
arms, and to feel again his lips touch
mine, | was too proud to make any ad-
vances God only knows the anguish
that I endured. I prayed, in those dark
hours to die, that might free him, so
that he might be happy with another.
But death came not.
"However, one did come who proved
more friendly-an old friend, Mary Eng
lish. I had not seen her for many years
and it was with Joy that l met her, for
she had always in my school days been
my better angel. / felt that she would,
help me now,
"She soon saw how matters stood, and
set at once to righting them. One day
she said to me, "Ada, it is not the great
est joys or griefs that make up the hap
piness or misery Of tits life. 1t is the
little acts, the little words the little smiles
and the frowns Have all your little acts
and words been kind? Ada, is your
face ALWAYS wreathed in smiles?"
"No," answered, bursting into tears
"How can it be, Mary? My husband
does not love me now and"
Pshaw! he does love you. That his
love lies dormant, own. But you shall
awaken it, YOU will. l tell you, Ada,
you have not been as true wife should
be. When your husband comes home,
weary with the days toll, you meet him
with frowns and reproaches, not with
smiles and cheerful words. Last night
when he came home, looking so weary,
and threw himself on the lounge, with
his feet on your little footsto1l. you,
with cross exclamation, snatched the
stool away, and, with a cross response,
he arose and left the room: Ada, was
the stool worth it? Would you not have
given hundred such, if you had them,
for one loving word? Yet you snatchsd
it away, for fear it would be made little
muddy, and took in return an angry
word" 1dt
I was weeping bitterly now-weeping
as 1 had not done or years. / saw my
error at last
"Dear Ada" coHtinued my friend. al
scourge you that you may be healed.
Swear to-day that. With the help Of God.
you will never speak another unkind
word" And her hand wandered to
where a little Bible lay upon the table;
she handed it to me.