The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1872-12-12
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The morning was very bot ard Mrs
Brown rose late. Tie baby was frciful
the children were dlsohedicnt, and Mr.
Browu found mult IL seemed as II break
fast never would be ready The distance
froln lhe pautry to The stove was never 8,
long, So many things never needed doing
az ouc time before and when at last Mrs
Brown tied the baby IL his high chair ant
seated herself alongside the coffee pot
shc bad a splitting headache aud gener
al feeling OF dependency and lassitudc al
most impossible 10 bear How shah
ever get through this day She asked her
self mentally, as the men folks straggle(
carelessly in and took their places at tn,
table.
Mother, said Mr. Brown, we must hav,
breakfast in better season. We've beer
waiting full half hour.
Mrs. Brown said nothing, but poured
ont the coffee, aud prepared some bread
aud milk for the baby in silence. Nobody
noticed that she ate no break fast, so busy
We're they a1 in disposing Of the colo
corned beef, the delicious brown breaJ
and tbe meak potatoes, aud ia talking o.
the wall they were going to run through
the east meadow by night. They were
not long in eating, and men and boys
showed their chairs back from the tabl,
and went out, leaving the mother witt
the breakfast dishes, the milk things, the
sweeping, the dinner, the baby, and va
rious other delicate bits of work not ne
cessmy to mention. Out into the frcsl
air aud through the daisied meadows
went the men, laughing and talking
gaily; in the hot kitchen sat the woman
surrounded with her monotonous work
Wcarily Mrs. Brown rose from the ia.
bic, took the baby from his chair aud put
him in his cradle, surrounding him with
the clothespins, the dinuer-horn, and
such other utensils as be couldn't injure
then she turued to the task of dish-wash-
ing. She had carried part of the dishes
to the sink, when baby screamed. lie
had fallen ont of his cradle in reaching
alte. something he had dropped, and,
frightened and hurt, he loudly demanded
his mothers attention. There were tears
of thorough Encouragement in Mrs.
Browns eyes when she took up the child
and began soothing him by walking up
and down the room.
How shall get through to-day? she
asked herself again; and succession OF
jus. such days arose in the future, each
one asking her How will you get through
me? and How will You get through me
till she felt ready to give up the conflict
and never try again. While she walked
up aud down, brooding and fororn, a
fresh, bright, determined-looking little
woman walked Ia at tho door. 1t was
Mrs Hart, the wife of the new minister.
Don't mind me, Mrs. Brown, she said
taking off Ler hat. I've come over to
help you. Don't say one word, as the
bousekeeper attempted to demonstrate.
I'm going to wash these dishes, and
want you to sit down and get your baby
to sleep while do it.. Then wen have Il
little talk.
Mrs. Brown yielded, as everybody
yielded, to the persevering woman, who
went at the hafcleared table as ifit
were fortress to be taken. In a suIpris-
ingly short space Of time every dish was
shining high and dry on the pantry
shelves, the sink was clean and dry aud
the disb-clothes noated like banners from
the lilac bush at the back door.
There, now, said Mrs. Hart, seating
herself trinmphantly, wasn't that quickly
donei
You have some spirit, said poor, pale
MIS- Brown. 1t hasn't all been dragged
out Of you by hard work.
Precisely, said Mrs. Hart; that's just
the poiut | want TO talk to you about
The wife and mother who lets herselfbe
used up so that she has no spirit 10 put
into her duties, commits great wrong
against herself and every one connected
with her.
Mrs. Brown looked up in amazement,
mingled with recruitment
know you think you're doing right
continued the intrepid little preacher,
but know that You are fatally mistaken.
Your first duty is to keep your soul aud
body in healthy condition; unless you
do that you must utterly fail ia all other
duties.
But ! cannot, with all this work.
You ought not to attempt to do an this
work. That is the first error.
can't help it.
/ beg your pardon, dear Mrs Brown
bat you can help it. You could have a
good girl in week II you should use tho
power IN your hands. Nobody has the
right 10 make you oyerwork yourself II
yoH act as true woman shouId,a woman
who respects herself as a child Of God, as
tbe mother Of children, in whom is rc-
posed "a sacred trust, you will not over
work youf-eC loa will hire a servant
for the servants place, aud save Your en-
ergie- for their proper use. 10 the course
you are taking now, sou ran every day
the rick Of depriging yourchildreu of their
mother. Can you afford 10 DO thi-y
Mrs. Browns eyes began 10 fash You
are right sAe said
Mrs. Hart laughed. knew you were
OF the true staff, or shouldn't have uu-
dcrlakeu y0u. some woGeu are born 20