Connecticut western news., 1872-04-05

all done, the kitchen cleaned up and my dress changed before Samuel comes at noon."
 Quietly dressing so as not to waken the children, she slipped out into the kitchen, built fire, and commenced operations. How she did work every step told Of some- thing done, and at half past ten, spite of all her hindrances from baby, who was cross, she was hanging out the clothes so snowy white they dazzled her eyes as tEe sun shone on them. One end of the clothes inc ran nearly out to the front fence through tho side yard, and the whitest, incest clothes were hung there, of course.
 " How many people are passing," she thought to herself, "and how they all stare at me; guess 1t must be the clothes though, instead of me-" and she tcnderly pinned the rear of one of the Deacon's shirts to tho line. "Hark! was that the front gate2" Before she had time to turn around, the Deacon's energetic strides had brought him close to her but what was the matter! ~-t E.-.- .-....
 Martha-Pe Pendleton-Flint! /" he ex- claimed, "what in the world are you doing? Come straight into the housep
 With a look that defies description, the little body strengthened itself up as high as it would go, as she said, "Not till you speak to me different from that and tell me why" her lip quivering. -,...s
 " Don't you see the people all goin' to meeting, and you a hangin' out shirts ? It's Sunday morning!'
 Such a laugh as rang out then on the Sunday air Pm sure the good people of O., never heard before. "Oh, Samuel" she said, holding her sides, it's so funny !! no wonder the folks stared at me and my clothes. "Oh, ho, hop and she sank down on the grass in aconvulsion of laugh ter. -f
 The poor Deacon was scandalized. {" Martha" he said' in such a sadly anx- ious tone she only laughed the more, and it was not till she looked up in his face that she realized how he was touched then she stood up soberly and walked in to the house with him. 9Es' -e
 The door closed behind them. She went up to him with little caress, and said, "Samuel, kiss and forgive me, and I'll go to work and ravel 1t all out. I truly will" and she laughed again with the thought of what she had been guilty of, till the Deacon kissed her ana laughed too, in spite of himself. Then he walked to the window and looked out.
 "You're not going to let them clothes hang out there all day, are you, Martha Flintp sa s31 s:ss,l n.
 s"Of course I am; you don't suppose, now I've got them out, Gods going to grudge me the sunshine to dry them with, because it's Sunday, do you2 Why, it would be wicked to bring them in before sundown. But see here, Mir. Deacon, it's about time I called you to account, I think. q How came you to be travelling teddy !? Guess there's little Sunday breaking on both sides, isn't there ?"
 The Deacon turned slowly around, and sat down. Then perching herself on his knee, she took his honest brown face in her hands, and said. f"B Be a good boy, now, and tell me all the truth remember George Washington, dear.n .r
 The Deacon smiled, just. a trace of trouble in his smile, and taking the hands that held him captive, in his own, said /; |" We'll, little woman, I had everything finished up last night, ready to start for I must have been uncommon tired, or else it was the heat, leastways, dropped to sleep in the depot and missed the train. Then thought I'd take the nine o'clock train, and get home at midnight, sos you wouldn't be so lonesome Sunday, but we broke down. and just got here halt hour ago. Then to think, after walking through town, from the cars, and folks lookin' at me on their way to church 2" -..-
 < To think, Samuel,p ? she broke in, 'safter that dreadful trial, you should walk into your front gate and find your wife hang ing out clothes. in your front yard, and you a deacon of good standing in the church dear !! What do you suppose the Lord will do to me for thinking this was washday2 B;don't think,n she added {. he'll be very hard: on me, because yes terday was my Sunday, though 1 had such sick headache it seems didn't know much about the day. I'll tell you what, Samuel, I'll stay at home with the babies to night and you can gu to meeting, and then piece out your Sunday tomorrow won't that do ...ot...',,.-.e q -....a..1
 But the deacon couldn't get over it. his heart was heavy and while his wife was busy in the kitchen he put on his hat and with his hands clasped reverently be hind him (hls Sunday walk) slowly and solemnly he walked out to the clothes line. e. --.+z tesg .,l -.-s...a. 7. ...
 Most of the clothes were dry, for tho sun was very hot, and one by one he drop ped the snowy things into the basket, un consciously humming to himself, "" Have pity, Lord; o. Lord, forgive" a. .r. i
 Mrs. Flint was washing dishes, and near ly dropped her best glass dish, when tht Deacon walked in with the clean clothes 1T couldn't stand it, Martha," he said in explanation. ''i
 "Guess I must sprinkle and iron then to-day, Samuel, would you2' she salt archly.
 The Deacon merely ejaculatcd a disap proving, "My dear!' and went into tn other room to read his Sunday paper.
 | By and by the people began to conn from church. What sudden surprisin. interest they seemed to have taken in hi household premises; they gazed and stared and looked back and gazed again. Bu the Deacon was a humble man, it didn' hatter him; he read his paper and sighed opened his Bible to read and sighed agail and then "fell to thinking" .-
 A little while after two arms stole softl, around his neck, and a. dear voice said
 Forget all about it, dear, and I'll-''
 knock at the door interrupted, and sh went to open it. .E -I
 She had brushed her brown wavy hail and dressed in cool white muslin dres.
 with far between dottings of pink, an