Democratic enquirer. [volume] (M'arthur, Vinton County, Ohio) 1867-1873, 1867-05-02
ls.A LOVE YOU.o.
VINO do you suppose said it?

WHO do you suppose said 1t
No she was very beautiful, with her
checgs of rosy hue, and the curling au.
burn tresses that the wind sports gallant
ly; but. she did not say it, Not that
bright creature, by whose side stands a
lover, looking so tenderly in those glori-
ous eyes; nor yet the dimpled babe.
Rith hbernb face, lifted to the more ma-
ture but not less innocent sweet features,
with the holy light Of mother glOrifyiug
every smile.
Then who did you suppose said it?
Wrorg again. Not that newly we'd,
ded husband, whose home for a few feet
ing months he has aptly called heaven-.
full of smiles and tenderness, and Oft-
repeated vows fitted like birds Of para-
disc in rainbow plumage-where pret-
ty white-robed being, with girlish, ma
tronly air, glides about the peat kitchen,
making with her own hands the snowy
bread. Where, when the Odious shop is
closed, he can come home with bounding
heart, and, sitting with her hands in his,
rove with pair Of brown eyes over his
Dais, every littlo while etooping to snatch
kiss from the red lips SO close to his
cheek Although he whispers many
times Of love, yet this 1 love you has
not been spoken then and there.
a tired woman sits hushing to sleep
her nesting babe. Beauty once made
that face radiant, perhaps, but all that
beauty is gone now. The blue eye is
din and faded-the whole expression is
souowful--the pale brow covered with
palo Iines of care. Perhaps, with that
far.of look of hers, she sees three little
graves, green with as many Summers.-
Her home is very humble all day she
has toiled, and the faiutiDg spirit almost
surreuders 20 fatigue, tho downeast eyes
trembling in tears-she is SO weary
And every nerve tinges when the boys
c,me hungry from school, some with
weeping and tales Of sorrow that moth
ers must hear. And after they are hush
ed with kisses or chdings, it is time tt
get supper for seven hungry mouths
and then the accustomed, never ending
routine of putting away and clearing up
till the worn out creature wonders with
a sigh if there really will ever come
rest 10 her-an eternal rest.
At last her weary limbs 10 tho ole
corner rocking chair, The babe, whose
eyes close fitfully to low lullaby, lies II
his fathers lap. He is plain man, tina
father. with an honest face and grea
heart, that would, if he could take in al
the care and sorrow of the household
The babe sleeps. With a rude gentle
ness he lays it on it's mothers bosom
and as the ruddy fre-light plays over he
care worn features, he looks upon be-
eyes suddenly grown lustrous and beau
tiful. He lifts his great hand softly til
il rests on her shoulder, as he says;
Il love you, dear Mary
How the poor heart leaps into love
Hight aud rest | How vanish the CAFE
that trod upon her very soul She ne
more remembers the toilsoms washing
she reflects not that the pretty bake, will
| its pink, flushed cheek against her breas
has worn her patience threadbare will
its constant tears and unrest. She for
gets that tho broth was burned, that tht
children teaaed her, that the line broke
and that every limb in her frame ached
What were these in comparison will
the steadfast love that had burned toI
eighteen years in the sunlight of happi
moss, through the clouds of diSpair, wher
beauty made her winning, and when thu
charm of lovliness was gone, and th'
| FRESHNESS Of her youth departed forever
What cared she for aughs outside hel
home, though she had many sorrows
while such words thrilled her whole be-
ing?
/ love you, dear Mary2'
Ali you long married husbands, who
exact every attention as duty, how
much would it cost you to make your
home thus beautiful with all its cares
l tell you one word of love will loosen
great burdens from the shoulders Of the
toilng woman you call wife. Try it,
Go home some night, and look upon her
With eyes Of long ago. For one little
moment think how great trials she took
into her heart when she married you.--
Then tenderly olaap her hand, as she
looks with wonder-op opened eyes, say to
her in low and steady voice, not care
Isssly or sportively, but earnestly
i love you.
Trust me, il will be to her, and to you
both, better Than diamonds. Il Evening
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