Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1873-07-04
Those Little Tin Pains.
Iod bless those little lin pals /

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We saw the laborers 90 by this morn,
ing, their little pals full, their step:
quick and elastic--for il will not do 70,
laboring men 10 be late.
A vile arose while her tired husband
was sleeping, just moment more,
and with silent step walked the floor till
the scanty meal Of the morning was
ready. Than she called him, and the
tired man arose, wishing he did not have
to go forth thus early. Aud while he
ate hurriedly, the hand he once loved
to kiss filed that little pail. A slice
or two of bread, a little cold meat, some
salt and mustard, and, perhaps, piece
OF pie or cake; mayhap an egg or cold
potato; and, perchance, in little cur
on the top of the pail, a pint of coffee
Then the knife and spoon are slipped in,
and he hurries away.
Work, work, work Hour after hour
Thinking of to-day, of tomorrow | Ham.
mer, saw, pound, brush, strain muscle
and strain mind.
Hours 60 by-noon comes. The lit.
tie pail is welcome treasure. 1t comes
at the hour of rest, with its fill of food.
The tired man eats, and he thinks OF
home and the loving hands that flied
his little pail And his heart grows
strong, and when the noon hour is over,
he works, and he works for her, and for
them, and for better home, and a time
when to rest day with the loved ones.
And he looks back over the years to
the time when ne hurried home, and
washed his face, hands and body when
he puts on his best, and no matter how
tired, hastened to meet her, to put his
hand in hers, to take one, two, three
or score of kisses from the lips be
loved, and to look-so far down-into
the depth OF the eyes which were his
choicest mirrors. She was young then
She is old now, or growing old. He
works in the shop. She tolls in the house
and, perhaps, goes out to help him earn
o home.
Monday - Tuesday - Wednesday -
Thursday-Friday day-Saturday? Six days
of toll. of waiting, of working, of hop.
ing, of doubling, of hard labor for the
loved ones, and, the life we prize. The
little pals go and come day after day
till their houses, stores, churches, cities
countries are built. And they last ate,
those who carry them have gone to tn,
land of leal and the rest that knows nc
more disturbing. Up in shops, way ur
stairs, and down cellars, on the streets
along the wharves,-here, there, every
where they 60 and come.
Go home and rest. Hang the pail or
the nail, or stand it upon the shelf. Their
draw off your boots, if the chores are
done. Kiss your wife as you did years
ago, when on Saturday night you toId
her you loved her so dearly. Call back
the love-ight. Be good and kind to her
Rest her palm in yours. Smooth back
the hair from her brow, and hold hel
cheek to your neck as in days of the
past. She has worked all the week. In
her room,- busy, busy, ever busy, fol
woman's work is never done. She has
not had the company you have. She
has counted the hours, waited your com
ing, for the home of the poor is some
times lonely. Be kind to her. Reat
this chapter to her, and tell her you arr
trying to make the loved ones happy
Save your money. Beautify your home
be it ever so humble. Do not weaken
your strength, shorten your days, ant
embitter the final hour. And try, work
ing-man and brother, how much you car
do to make home happier.