The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-01-31
-te From the Galaxy.
The Preacher-Looksmith and
his Son.

his Son.
Hannah Jones sat on her doorstep
watching, with speculation in her eyes
two distracted hens that were led about
bv their young families of duck
lings through the little pools of water
formed at the end of the shed by re-
cent heavy rain. It was evident to
her, as she gazed, that the brown hen
and the black hen were at their wits
end. They and their respective
broods understood each other less
and less as days went on, and grow
ing alienation made it evident that
ere long there would be a final sepa-
ration between the PARTISAN abso-
lutte withdrawal, on the part of the
hens, of all claims of parentage. AS
Hannah watched she smiled, but
presently a SILVER passed over her,
and she turned away from the serio-
comedy and said, as if commiserating
both parties, That must be dread
full
She was the wife of Matthew ones,
who was a minister and foundry
man, uniting in his godly self two vo
cations, the duties Of which he zeal
ously fulfilled. Matthew was a min
lister in Bradshaw, where she married
him fifteen years ago, and came to live
in this little brown house by the road
side, shaded from the road by elm and
apple trees. He was minister, and
poor, and it was thought a hazardous
thing to do, by those who looked to
see their daughters we'll settled in life,
when the handsome young girl, in a
fit of religious enthusiasm married,
the staid, Woodworking man, who was
SO manifestly destitute Of the spirit Of
accumulation.
It was Hannah's son Edward who
laughed so loud, when the hens, black
and brown, began to scold the ducks,
, and then looked at each other SO des-
perately while they took up their line
of march in the rear of the long pro
cession of twenty-nlne, through the
pond for the fiftieth time.
He came running across the grass
barefoot aad sat down on the steps
beside his mother, and said guess.
She guessed eleven" and wherea
he, nightly pleased, and yet some
what doubtful about her sincerity
answered, " You forget yesterday
there are twelve"
Hannah had never repented OF tina
step, though it was very evident tina
she might have done better by her
self" in a worldly way. She Nigh
to have married Richard Fem, for in
stance, in whose foundry her husban
now worked six days of the week
head workman, to be sure, but nc
the master of the works. Her frien
Margaret Ware married Richard in
stead, and had her fine country hous
and her handsome town house, an
was a lady of fashion; but Hannal
sitting on her doorstep and lookir
like a Quaker who has in very trut
renowned the world without sing
compromise, does not envy her; n
nor any other mortal on top of tn
there under the shade of the elm
which, with the old apple trees, NAL
nv an arbor of the yard, like an ente
tainer of angels. In part nature, al
in part Matthew Jones, are respon!
BILE for this result. Delightful [ C;
ng, Though pomp and circumstan
ing would vanish out of the world, we
all women to become like Hanna
q. society would languish, and scand;
mongers be at their wits end.
ofk Yesterday was Sunday. Oh, y
du- the black Spaniard is heather, a
Ion don't mind Sunday"
ner Laid her egg just the same, Sc
y the boy, laughing. "How soon
. you think she will settle down"
"Never She is too restless. S
. will persuade old Mistress White il
her nest, l think, when she is ready
leave it," $40
IS, THAT would be like papa writ
-e,,, a sermon, and getting you too pres
Sc it. Mamma! there is Mrs Fenn!"
swell, child"
ID. The mother sat still, but the
UP and ran into the hall. He !
spied the tip Of waving plume in
road 5elow the stone wall.
When the lady began to ascend
steps which led from the roadside
S, the parsonage, Hannah still retail
her seat The minute after out ca
&c., Edward again, with shoes on his Fl
and running across the grass, he
VD. corted Mrs. Fem to his mott
and pleased and bright.
Mrs. Fem was, like Hannah