The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1867-08-17
SATURDAY.. MORNI INee3},".A UGUsT. ~; 1857.

Pa ~ d O,yh3NIOlAl O,y3NlIeOl rN0IlCrlN- MI
Lee game in from the kitchen, and taking her
work basket from tIo oossosdts,' placed it on fea
toblo, and, ssittng down without Speaking be-
gan to sew. Mr.. lee glanccdalmost stcalthily
at'tho.work in her hands, aud saw, that it was
the bosom of q Shirt which she was stitching
neatly, He ,kncw that it was, for him that she
was at work.
:;praisc your wife," The words Nv We're be-
fore the eyes of his mind, and he could not
look away from them. But lie was not ready
for this yet. He still felt moody ,and unforr
giving, The expression q. his wjife'a face he
INTERPRETED to mean ,ill,nature, fol-, which he
had no patience. His Sy eyes fell up upon tie
newspaper that lay slpread but before him, and
hciread the sentence: 9isngar7 vi a
IA kind, gentle rword, spoken in a gloomy
house, is the little rift in the, cloud that lets
the sunshine through. '..e,c ,..,5. Ky, jill
Lee struggled with himself while longer
His own Immature had to be conquered first
his moody, accusing spirit had to be shbducd
He thought of many things to say, yet he
fearodlto say them lest his wife should,m meet
his address with a cold rebuff, AT last, lean
ing toward, her, and taking hold of the shirt
bosom upon which she was at work, he said in
voice carefully n,odulated with Kindness =
''You are doing the work beautifully, Mary"
Mrs. Lee made no reply. But her husband
did not fail to notice that she lost almost in
stantly that rigid crcctness with which she
had been sitting, nor that the motion Of her
needle ceased
"NIy shirts arc better made, and whittier than
those of amy man in'thc shop" said Lee, en-
couragcdto goon i.ii~oi H r"
care they?" Mrs Lees voice was low, and
had in it slight huskincss. She did turn
her face, but her husband saw that she leaned
a little towards him, He had broken the ice
Of reserve, and all was easy now His hand
was among the clouds and feeble ray was al
ready struggling through the rift it had made
"Yes, Mary" he answered softly "and I've
heard it more than once what u good wife An
drew Lccmust haye:"l Mrs. Lee turned her
face towards her husband There was light in
t and light in her aye But .hera
thing i'll the expression Of the countenance
that alittlc puzzled him. +
i"Don't you think SO ~ she asked, quito So
berlya iI7e a
"What question !" calculated Andrew
Lee, starting up, and going round to the side
of the table where his wife was sitting
'fWhat a question, Mary" he repeated as he
stood before her. +
"Do you?" 1T was all she said
"Ies, darling" was his warmly spoken an
swcr, and he stopped down and kissed her
's1Iow strange that you should ask me such a
question:
eff you would only tell ne so now and then
Andrew, it would do me good" Mrs Lee
arose, and leaning her face against the manly
breast Of her husband stood and wcpt.
What strong light broke in upon the mind
of Andrew Lee eees1 eHe had never given his wife
even the small reward of praise for the loving
Interest she had manifested daily, until doubt
of Ills love had entered her soul, and made the
light around her thick darkness. No wonder
that Ler face grew cioudcd, nor what he con-
sdercd mpodiness and il,naturo. took posses
sion Of her spirit.
'.Yon You are good and true Mary, my own dear
wife, am proud Of you-I love you, and my
first desire is for your happiness. o, if coun
always sec your face nsunshinc, my hone
would be the dearest place on ,arth" ns
HHow precious to me are your words Of bvc
ana ps.;s2 .,s Andrew 'aaid Mrs. Lee, ss.siaaing
up through her tears into his face "With
them in my cars, my heart can never 10 in
shadow"
How easy had been the work for Andrw
lee. He had swept his hand across the clouly
horizon. and now.rtho bright sunshine ws
streaming down!and flooding that home viii
.j9y ana beauty. 'a' 't7'1 .''"'" '~ e