The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1865-03-22
Sclrtt Selisrtllanp,
LOVE RECLAIMED.

ooh. dear" sighed Mrs. Clayton, the
bride of year, "he has gone off so angry,
inst because happened to speak little
too quickly when he found fault with his
coffee. am sure. il his coffee wasn't strong
enough he needn't have found fault with it.
| didn't have any more parched, and there
wasn't time to parch any"
"Ir you had told him so pleasantly he
would not have gone of angry" returned
Mrs. Mason, dear friend who was visiting
Mrs. Clayton. "Shall | tell you, Ina, how
near my own happiness was being wreck
@ by course similar to the one you are
now pursuing?'
ayes, Ada, do so by all means replied
the girl bride. God knows | do not want
my happiness wrecked. 1t nearly breaks
my heart whenhe speaks as he did this
morning" And the pretty violet eyes fill ed
with tears.
"Well, Ina, when George and | were
married We had no pretty home like this to
go to-. We were both very poor, and my
husband had to toll very hard to keep
want out OF our doors. Often was obliged
to go without things which really needed;
and, instead Of trying to get along with
what had, as n true wife should do,
grew pcevislr and lretlul. OF course all
these things worked change in my hus.
band, though ut the time ! could not see
that it was mostly my doings. | thought
then he hal ceased to lovc me, and often
reproached him. but he bore my reproach-
cs with moody silence.
This indifference, for such it seemed,
rritated me much may say. nearly mad
dened me4-for it is better TO be hated than
treated with indifference by those we love,
4 I 4 Il. Il Aax Hn1
on two little ones were added to our fam.
ly thus increasing our cares and our toll.
BY this time loving words aud caresses
were unknown. My husband never gave
any; and though Eoften yearned to throw
myself in his arms, and to feel again his
lips touch mine, | was too proud to make
any advances. God only knows the an.
guish that endured. 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 como who proved
more fricndy-an old friend, Mary Eng.
lish. Ihad not seen hor for many years
aud n was with Joy that met her, for shS
had always in my school days been my
better angel felt that she wonld help
me now.
"She soon saw how matters stood, and
set at once to righting them. One day she
said to me, Ada, it snot the greatest joy'
| or griefs that make up the happiness ol
misery of this life 1t is the little words
the littIc acts, the little smiles and littl,
| frowns. Have all your little words and
acts been kind? Ada, is your face always
wreathed in smiles?
"a" 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 shal
awaken it, if you viii. | tell you, Ada
YOU have not been as u true wife shoud
be- When your husband comes homo
weary with The days toll, you meet hin
with irowns and reprOaches, not viii
smiles and cheerful words. Last night
when he came home looking so weary, anC
threw himself on the lounge, with his fee
on your little footstool, You. with cross
exclamalion snatcltd The stool away, and
1 with cross response, he arose ar leit thu
room. Ada, was tho stool worth ii?-
Wouh j of rot have gKtn Il hundred such
f you had had them, for one loving werd
Vet ven slatohed il away, for fear that i
wouid be made little muddy. aud took il
returlfan angry worE slsbf
II was weeping bitterly now--weepiha
as had not done for years. ] saw my er
ror at last Il 4RaH 4afn
"Dear Ada continued. my friend
scouge you that you mly be headed
Swear to day that, with tho help Of God
you viii never speak another unklnd word,
| And her hand wandered 10 where a It'll,
sBiblc lay upon the table; slie handed it t'
me.
sl will not, 50 help mo God, said, kiss
ing the sacred volume.
"Now Ada, pray daily that lie may help
you keep that oath, aud all will bs we'll
Sacrifice seLTiR eoerydtiag, and YOU vii
have your reward.
Il need aot tell you how hard i was Il
keep hack bitter worls, or smile 0nslea'
Of lrowniug. Habit is a poYerfHl thing
and not TO DO thrown OH al will; Yeti dhl
with Gods help aud my iFiepds. silll TIN
seemed la effect llo cdaRge inmY husband
\ lonen sacrificed sell Tor his pleasure, ye
wien did he would smile sarcastlcally, u
say something that would irriiAte ME NOR