The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1873-11-07
MisteIIaneuns SeIRttiuns.
GRANDMAMMA'S STORY.

'"Now for it, grandmamma; we are
waiting"
Thus spoke young America, in the
person of Phil; and he pumped
down on a hassock, hugging his
knees and resting his chin upon
them.
81 was young woman then" be-
gan grandmamma. She did not seem
very old one now, dear heart, with
the silver sheen of her hair, and the
sweet pea bloom of her cheek. She
could play croquet and climb hills
with the best or us; and the only bad
thing about Ler visits was the end of
them. "But," as grandmamma her
self said, Everybody must have an
end, most things have two; and if
ever l went away, l could never come
back"
Now her winters stay had just be-
gun. Here she sat in her soft grey
dress and dainty cap, the fire light
from the Franklin just tounching her
with pink glow. Here she sat with
the eyes of a half dozen young folks
devouring her, and all their cars
not to mention their mouths-wide
open.
II was a young woman" she went
on. "Your grandfather and l had
married and settled in Greendale on
ly two years before. 1t was .Satur-
day night; l was laying the tea-ta-
BILE, and the baby, in her night dress,
sat on her fathers knee. She was
our oldest, and we had named her
Nanny"
Mammal aried Madge, and her
eyes were like two round O's.
"Yes, dear, your mother, and as
pretty a baby she was as you ever
saw. recollect she had just found
her fathers ears, and was growing
Justify, and pulling her new play
things, and we were watching and
we were watching and laughing,when
there was a knock at the door. Phil
| ip fthat was your grandfather, for
Philip here was named for him, you
know, tucked the baby under his
arm and stepped out into the entry.
heard a mans voice,an as he went
away the words
"S'posen you sleep on it, Mather.
Maybe you'll think better of it to
morrow morning"
'What is it Philip?"I asked when
my husband came back, for saw in
an instant that he was worried.
at was the captain, he answered.
The captain was Sykes, the master
builder. Your grandfather was a
carpenter and worked under him.
They've got hard up about the agri-
cultural hall, and Sykes is going to
work his hands all day to morrow,
and he wants me to work, too"
"Work, Sabbath day! Oh, Phil
you wont do that, will youY
Il hain't quite made up my mind,
Mary"
Your grandfather was walking up
and down; and the baby had fallen
asleep on his shoulder. Now he
| laid her in the cradle and stood
looking at her. BY and by he spoke
out:
"If don't work tomorrow shall
most likely lose my place"
"You could get another. You know
Squire Allen says you are the best
workman in the county"
! 1t was true. No man could han
a plane better, or drive a nail home
/ with a surer blow. But Phil looked
straight at little Nan and replied:
Getting another place isn't so ca.
sy; and if / shouldn't then what
Pm bound to provide for my family
Your Bible says that"
Philip wasn't professed Christ
ian then, and / was. That was wha
he meant by my Bible
"It's yours, too, dear, l said, anC
| if worst comes to worst can take il
sewing. I'd rather do it for yea
than have you getting on your work
ing apron under the sun of the Lords
day"
''All right, Molly. You're on th'
clear side of the hedge, always
Where's my newspaper
When the captain came next NOR
ming, we were at breakfast. Syke
was rough man, and he STAMPED
E in aud up to the table, speaking
Z loud:
"Come, old chap" said he, "com
! along! It's high time you was u
there q nailin' shingles"