Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-03-23

find him patient; and minutes enough
in which she had been selfish, but nev-
er one where he was not self-denying !;
and what was the use of his faithful
ness
Mrs. Job started and gave little
scream-Job, coming in softly, had
touched her on the shoulder before she
was aware-and starting up faced him,
hesitating and flushed. D a. 'a '74 d..
'What, crying? p asked JOB in troub-
led way" ,a1t lsd2o- D. --5r ,l- a-l SO
mo, not crying returned Mrs. Job,
glowing between her recollections and
Mary Ellen's spur and new resolve !;
'or, if it was, it was for myself, not be
cause of you Job for believe you are
right, Job, though it all seems so strange
because it is you; and l love you Job,
and | am going to trust you until you
speak out of yourself and tell me what
it is between u.s. crying heartily as she
talked, and with her arms about his
neck. ,....-. .-. ,,..., ,..-......, ...-.. "
Between us over US! muttered
Job; and then a sudden and awful
paleness fell upon him-you could not
say he turned pale, he was so pale al
ready And with the plying, tender,
Woful look that she had seen on his face
before, Poor little woman poor Jane =
he said, stroking her hair that was still
soft and bright; poor dear = and that
was all. His manner was very tender,
and from that night he softened inio
many of his old ways; but that was all.
, Now if Mrs. Job had ever really look
ed at Job 1 think she would have seen
an end of the clew to her puzzle hang
ing out; but it would be a ridiculous
fact, if it were not such mournful one
that the most of US see, not what is to
be seen, but what we expect to see, and
little more. Mrs. Job looked at her
husband to know if he knew how anxi-
ETY. and sorrow wore on her She hunt
ed for his secret in what he did. She
never thought to look for it in his eyes !;
and though she trusted him in meas
ure, she yaguely reproached him in her
heart. and was half glad that it wore on
her that he might see it. 81 ..s fl; 7.s
The days went on. into mouths, and
one day Job proposed Spinning spree.
He had not spoken the word before
since that day that had changed him in
such mysterious fashion. -..-, r
Dear heart = cried his wife, amazed,
for he had hardly been away an hour
from, home, and had come back sudden
ly, and his eyes looked strangely. you
are sick, Job p ' -.
Not it, said Job; Il have holiday
on a sudden ~ ''.--- ''.'--''. b.
g. Il have my hands in the -FOUR com.
menced Mrs Job; but she took them
out as she spoke, for she saw that Job
was in earnest. T''s2 -1'i.- 'i'
'We shall take the steam cars said
At once tie small Spinnings were
but Mrs. Job was silent
Her heart beat fast to the thought that
to-day Job would speak out. She nev-
er thought where she was going, only
when would Job speak out. The iron
horse picked them at one depot, and
trudged sturdily off with them to anoth-
era raw little station, where Mrs. Job
looked about her bewildered. o. ---
4 have friend who has a house
here said Job, giving her his arm and
she noticed that his breath came short,
and his steps were uneven. s.ae.s
He is going to speak, I know she
said to herself. .-,,, ,..-,r....,f s-s 1
The friends house was the least little
house that any one ever played at max
ing, with strip of yard at the back and
none in front, and, oddly enough, the
key of the front door in Jobs pocket,
who entel ed without ceremony. Mrs.
Job entered and, looking about her,
grew red and pale by turns.
There are two rooms above said
Job, watching her. ~ '-'H '''
It's our very house, burst out Mrs
Job, that we've planned hundred
times; and the carpet l was always COW
citing. job catching him by the arm,
whose house is this?' 1i-t'-.'- d. 1-d
1t belongs to a'bad man. answered
Job, who never told his wife that his
salary was raised two hundred and fifty
dollars and when she had been pinched-
on fourteen dollars a week made her do
with eleven instead 80 e. H5s3 sed II
90 Job = cried his wife, .7U 90 5s.il
Being SO bad,' continued Job, the
takes to bad habits, too, and never came
home till nine and ten .a;7r..bgsrsb
Doing overwork' bursts in Mrs. Job.
who is beaming. ..... ... I'd &. ...... ...~o
yes, oyerwork,' said Job, who is not
beaming. and who, indeed, tells all this
story in strange, hurried, .far-of way.
sOyerwork, and book keeping for Flynn
sometimes, and work here by spells,
though, for that matter, all the men in
the shop gave him lift at that; and,
being in luck, he grew worse, you see,
and never opened his mouth as toiwhere
be had been, nor offered to help his
tired, anxious little wife & as-,a-.
"A tired, anxious JOB, 1 should think
cries bis wife, radiant, for even yet she
does not see. 'Allday long in the shop
and from six to nine at overwork, and
no dinner till you came home. O, Job !
And the land-it's the bit you bought
years ago, that we never could build on
and we thought was thrown away. I
think we ought to be happy here, Job
She looked up at him, smiling, and
met the old tender. plying look.