The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1869-02-24

said Sam. "Good-bye, Jenny, pet. "
Oh, that little wold "petP" didn't
the cunning fellow oil his wlfe's
temper, and almost her very joints,
for her days work, when he called
her that little name. "Good-bye,
Tommy, my darling" Oh, you
cunning man there you are with
your oiled feather again ; for when
Tommy was naughty, and his mo-
ther reminded him that she must
tell his father when be come home,
!! and "father. would be sore grieved
if bis darling was naughty" wasn't
Tommy good j? for, child though
he was, he was able to reason thus
much in his mind: Tommy is.
fathers darling, and he won't vex
him darlings ought not to vex
those who love them. Never
mind, good reader, if there's flaw
in the logic nursery logic is some
times very funny reasoning, but it
answers the purpose; naughty
Tommy became good, and click
clicked about the house as merry
as a cricket, instead of sprawling
and bawling on the ground; and
all because his father happened to
call him ga darling" before he
went out. e.. lu...
"I say, Polly" said Sam Par
sons to his one servant-maid, as
he left the house, "don't forget to
clean up those irons, if you can
manage it, there's a good lass;
you'll find the oil-hask hanging
behind the kitchen door," and so.
with a cheerful smile on his coun-
tenance, Sam Parsons took his de-
parture for market. All! cunning
Sam; before he went he oiled his
wife and child, and now he oiled
his servantmaid; and when he
turned his back upon his own door,
he left smiling faces and glad
hearts behind him and, I warrant
he found them all smiling to re-
ceive him, when he came home.
X X X
II have great faith in oil" said
Sam Parsons "I oil almost every
thing; this very morning I oiled
the lock Of my street door, and my
penknife and creased my wagon
wheels ; and l oiled my wife and
child; and I gave the servant
maid touch too and [ tell you
what it is, Neighbor Joe, I slip
along famously, where I find many
another stick fast" !
"Rusty Joe's" torn nail seemed
TO give him a fresh twlnge when
the peuknife was spoken about;
and so as to the wife, his con-
science reminded him how bear
ishly he had behaved to her at
breakfast. * -.
"What do you mean by oiling
your wife, man." said "Rusty Joe"
rather tartly; "you haven't been
sneaking, have you, and knocking
under to a woman?" and "Rusty
Joe" edged away from ''Polished
Sam's" side, as though he were
near some Shiny serpent.
"No indeed" answered Sam,
"I've not been knocking any way,
neither over nor under; but I just
gave her and the bantling a loving
word before I started from home;
and 1 said a kind word to the lass
to cheer her up through her work
for the day ; and for the matter OF
that I gave the old apple-woman a
touch of my oiled feather too; few
people say a kind word to her, and
SO l did, and 1 dare say it helped
her through the day too! I
wouldn't .cringe to any one living"
continued "Polished Sam" ""not to
the Queen herself; but to cringe
is one thing; to be civil, respect
full and loving, according as the
case requires, is another; I never
knew ill come of it, and I've often
known good. Yes, neighbor, I've
known good of it in my own house,
over and over again. There's my
Jenny you don't know the work
there's in that little creature; bless
YOU! she'd work herself to the
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