Columbia Democrat and Bloomsburg general advertiser. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1850-1866, 1865-06-10
Mr.. Parsons did not say one word Ia

MIR. Parsons did not say one word he
sat down and took the weekly paper out
Of his pocket but his thoughts we're 10 busy
to let him read one word. He knew very
well his wife's aversion to broiled chick.
ems, and as the kitchen was her undisputed
territory, be was obliged to submit and
have the chickens stRwed, potatoes served
up in sauce, notwithstanding she was per.
fectly aware that he preferred the former
broiled, and the latter baked and this
unusual Difference to his taste fairly struck
the farmer dumb with as,onishmeni, and
he sat still and watched bi, wife as she
hurried from the pantry to the table, in
her preparations for tea; then there came
across him the memory of some Of the
harsh, angry words he had spoken during
their quarrel that morning, and the words
smote the mans heart
And whilst Mrs Parsons was in the
midst Of taking up the dainty broiled
chickens, Two boys and a girl burst into
the kitchen.
"Hush, hush, children" wound 10
among the obs,reperou, mirth like silver
chime, the soft voice Of the mother -
"Fa,her'r busy reading the paper, and
you II disturb him.
The children were silenced at once, not
in fear Of the reproof, bu, in wonder q. it,
for the wife as seldom consulted his wishes
in the small, eryday matters which
make the happiness of irritation Of our
livea, as he did hers.
In few moments the hungry family
gathered round the table. There was li,.
tie Npoken at the meal but suffer ,tenderer
atmosphere seemed 10 prevade the room.
The children felt, though they did no.
speak it.
"Are you going out this evening, Isaac"
"Well, yes, thought l d step round to
the town mee,in. Wan. anything at the
store:' continued Mr.. Parsons as be tried
to button his collar before the small, old
fashioned looking glass, whose mahogany
frame was mounted with bougbs of ever.
green, around which SC rlet berries ung
their charms of rubies.
But the mau's large fingers were clumsy,
and after several inefectual attempts to
accomplish his purpose,Mr. Parsons drop
ped bis hands with an a1gry grun., that
"the thing would not work"
"Lct me try, father" Mrs Parson step
ped quickly to her husbands side, and in
a momen. her hand had managed the re-
lractory button.
Then she smoothed down lock or two
of black hair, which had strayed over the
sunburned forehead ,abd the touch Of those
soft fingers lelt very pleasant alb ut the
farmers brow, and woke up in his heart
old sweet memories of times when he used
10 feel them flutterng like dream ,hro'
bis hair.
He looked on hi, wife with q softness
in bis face, and soltness in his keen eye
which be little suspected. And the soft.
ness and smiles stirred fouatain warm
and tender in Mrs. Parsons heart W hich
had not for years yielded one drop of it,
sweet waters. She reached mp her lip
impulsive and kissed her cheek. Any ont
who had Witnessed that little sceue would
scarcely have suspected that the marriet
life oil Isaac Parsons and his wife counted
three.quarters Of score of years.
THE woman's comely face was full o
shy bushes as girls Of sixteen, ant
Isaac Parsons seized his hat and plunged
out OF the house with out speaking ont
word /; but with mixture Of amazemen
and something deeper OH his face not cas-
lily described.
But at last he cleared his throat, ant
muttered to himself, "Melissa shan't re
pent that act-I say she shan't!" ant
when Isaac Parsons said a thing, every
body knew he mean, it.
The sunset OF another autumn day wa
rolling its vesiures Of parple and gol
about tho mountains when the wagon c
: Isaac Parsons rolled into the farm yard
He had been absent all day in the city
and the supper had been awaiting hiI
nearly an hour, and the children had grow
hungry and inpatient.
: "Oh, father, what have you gos there'
they all elamored, and as he came int
Q the house tugging along au immense bul
die tied with cords.
"It is something for your mother, ,Chilt
8 rem" was the unsatisfactory answer.
0 AT this moment Mrs Parsons entere
the kitchen. Her husband snapped Il
cords, and breadth Of ingram csrpetir
d rolled upon the foof, through whose dal
i, green ground work trailed Q russet al