Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1870-04-21

what are you doing here IN the cold"
/" 1 am looking for nay papa"
"Where is he coming from?'
"Down town, sir, and he comes afootl"
{" What is your namc?"
"Bobby."
sc How old are your'
4" Five years, SO my mamma says!
"Where is your mamma?"
" AT the window Don't you see her !
I can"
"Oh, yes; that is she, sure enough!'
"Yesr'
"When does your papa comet"
/" He always comes now And | am
waiting for him and so is mammal"
"Well, Bobby, you are n nice little
boy. Do you love your papap
"Yes, SIR"
"Well, he will como pretty soon. May
be he is stopping to buy something to
bring you.
81 know he is-and he II kiss me
when he comes, and he II kiss mamma,
too, cause he always does. and l kiss him,
and mamma kisses him, tooT'
"WelI, Bobby, had Mt you better run
in where mamma is, and look out of the
window till papa comes! It's cold out
herei'
mo, sir-I don't want to! He III
come, for he always comes noW"
Just then, down the little one sprang
from the gate, pushed it open and then
scampered down the sidewalk few rods,
to meet the one he had been waiting for,
and who he knew always came aoa0.!
Perhaps some of you saw him. He
was q we'll built man. clad in honest garb,
His cap fitted close to bis head-his coat
was closely buttoned-he caught the
little boy in his arms aud kissed him
then let him down and walked along
with a proud, firm, muscular step, Ike q;
monarch among men. No wonder the
little boy swung on the gate-no wonder
the wife sat looking out of the window
for his coming. He held the hand Of the
little one who trotted along by his side.
As they came to the gate, by the side of
which we stood carelessly, the woman at
the window arose and walked to the door.
the man passod by-IttIe Bobby looked
at us with smile and said
Z" l told you he d come"
They passed into the house and we
came to ours.
The man did not notice us. Perhaps
he never heard of us-perhaps he has.
1t may be that he is man that hates us,
and says bitter things against us Well,
never mind--he is good to his little boy
he is good to the one he loves, who is
mamma to little Bobby-he comes home
Saturday night with a proud, firm step
he is a mamie loves bis home ones,
and we like him.
That man is living to q purpose. He
is true man, of use in the world. Two
hearts, ut least, besides his own, were
made glad by his coming. And he was
good not to keep them waiting, rs thous-
and and thousands of men. and women,
too. keep their loved ones waiting, when
the heart is hungry for love. aud the
minutes drag like hours. He was
workingman--his hands and clothes told
us so. The week went and he came
not late, as if he hated to come home,
hut early, as if his heart was there. Lit
tie Bobby was proud of him. He knew
his papa would come; and with warm
and earnest kiss. Little Bobby was hap.
Ply. The father was happy, or his looks
lled-and they did not.
Now, we have been thinking till the
hands on the watch face before us poin.
to midnight. What good world this
world would be if every home had gate
where swung and waited little one,
knowing that now papa would come with
kiss. smile, and a good heart. If at
every home, by window, were seated
some loving woman and loving wife,
waiting, not dreading, the approach of
Der husband, knowing he would be there
on time, quick, firm in his step, prompt
in bis manhood, and sober, like one who
is monarch Of himself, and therefore over
all. And all men might be so--can be
so, if they will. And then what glori.
Gus world in which to live!
God bless nil who love their loved
ones and who do not keep them wait.
ing, and all those who suffer ut heart
from the absence of those they dearly
love. and for whom they wait and watch,
and watch aud wait, hours upon hours,
till all Of JOY, of hope, of heart. Of life,
of love, has gone, as has this Saturday
night -" Brick Pomeroy's New York
Democrat
A German in Toledo, Ohio. keeper of
a saloon for the accommodation of prin
tiers. has been obliged to suspend. On
bis books were found the following man,
ed members Of the craft; ''Dsr Lain
Brinter," Der leetle Brinter," der Pen
Putler Brinter," "Der Tivel," "Der
Brinter NIT ter red hair" der Brinter
nit ter hair not shoost so red"