Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1867-05-29

and the trees grew tall and cast a welcome
shade. Strangers paused to admire the
premises as they passed, and neighbors paid
their various tributes Ofenvy and admiration.
MIR. Jones smoked his prime cigar on the
back piazza, and grew TO look portly and
contented. Not 50 with Mrs Jones. To
all encCmiums lavished upon her residence
she lepli I'd submissively, Yes, it pretty
place, but we don't know whom We built it
tor. We have no children to come up after
US, and We are just putting up improve
ments for strangers to pull down.
Was ever woman SO favored with an in
dulgent fortune? Within a year from the
utterance of this remark, Mrs. Jones was
the happy-no. the patient mother OF real,
genuine, glorious baby. Mr.. Jones, who
had with difficulty refrained from happiness
before, was uncontrolably jubilant now.
The boy was healthy, and handsome, and
bright. There was no mistake about him;
he was fixed fact, star of the first mag
nitude. He had wants, it is true for which
the fond father was intensely thankful, tor
to crafty and prevent them was his supreme
delight
But the mother? Alas hers were all a
mothers anxieties and forebodings. Till
the child was weaned she scarcely ever left
the house, or INDUCED in the simplest luxu-
Rod of teeth cutting, during which her ma
ternal anxietieS We're never appeased. Then
she lived in fear of the measles, whooping
cougi. and scarlet fever, till the young hero
had met and eonqc cred them all. He grew
round and rosy-,he thin and anxious, but
still unalterably patient. At school she
feared he might study too much or too little.
and as her fears were pretty equally divided
between the two perils, it is presumed tha.
he ovoded both.
Then she had general misgiging that he
would be spoiled, and from too much pet
ting at home become an indolent and use
less member of society. But, though the
reader may share her fears in this regard,
Master Jones falSi6ed them all Indulgence
and opportunity seemed to agree with him.
He was ambitious AMI sell. lf.reliant, and not
ohjec,iouably willful. When at last he de-
fitted out his wardrobe with reluctant care,
and the.tirst letter she received from college
was moisteHed with soWe more than the full
proportion of her maternal tears.
Il am glad he is doing well, she said,
in reply to remark from her husband,
but [ miss him more than [ can tell you. y
Stree We have only one We could but wish
he could have staid with US. The seven
years of his student life are very long to
wait.
ITO wait for what?'' inquired Mr.. Jones.
''Fur the good time coming, replied his
wife
why, woman, the good time has come
long ago. Can't You see it? We've been
having it all along.
1T may be so with you, Mr.. Jones, but
| have never been free from anxiety for
minute in my life.
And you will never be. my dear, )" replied
Mr. Jones as he shook the ashes from his
cigar. 1T is positively your strongest point.
and have quite an admiration for your
skill in it. You will find more to submit to
under any given circumstances than any
woman | have ever known"
Mrs. Jones raised her eyes TO her hus-
band face in meek surprise. She forgave
him and was silent.