The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-02-11

to button his collar before the small, old
fashioned looking-glass, whose mahogany
frame was mounted with boughs of ever
green, around which brig hit berries hung
their ruby charms. ..t ,,.., 49,.
But the mans large fingers were clumsy,
and after several Intellectual attempts to ac-
complish his purpose, Mr.. Parsons dropped
his hand with an angry grunt, that "the
thing would not work. .,..i ,.....
"Let me try, father"
Mrs Parsons stepped quickly to her hus-
bands side and in q moment had managed
the refractory button.
Then she smootbed down lock or two
of black hair, which had strayed over the
sunburnt forehead, and the touch of those
soft fingers felt very pleasant about the
farmers brow, and woke up in his heart,
old sweet memories of times when he used
to feel them tiuttering like dream through
his hair.
He looked on his wife with kindness in
his face, and a softness in his keen eye,
which he little suspected. And the soft
ness and the smile stirred fountain warm
and tender in Mrs Parsons heart, which
not for years yielded one drop Of its sweet
waters. She reached up her lips impul-
sively, and kissed his cheek. Any one who
had witnessed that little domestic scene
would scarcely have suspected that the
married life of Isaac Parsons and his wife
counted three-quarters of a score of years.
The woman's comely face was as full of
shy bushes as girl of sixteen, and Isaac
Parsons seized his hat and plunged out of
the house without saying word, but with
a mixture of amazement and something
deeper in his face not easily described.
But at last he cleared his throat, and
muttered to himself "Mellissy shant re-
pent that act-I say she shan'tr' and when
Isaac Parsons said thing, everybody knew
he meant it,
The sunset of another autumn day was
rolling its vestures of purple and gold
about the mountains, when the wagon Of
Isaac Parsons rolled into the farm-yard
He had been absent all day in the city, and
the supper had been awaiting him nearly
an hour, and the children had grown han.
CRY and impatient.
T go, father what have you got there p
they all clamored, as he came into the
house, tugging along an immense bundle
tied with cords.
at is something for mother, children,
was the rather unsatisfactory answer.
9 At this moment Mrs Parsons entered
q the kitchen. Her husband snapped thu
r cords, and a breadth of ingram carpetinl
rolled on the floor, through whose darl
, green groundwork trailed russell vine ant
, golden leaves-a most tasteful pattern.
Isaac Parsons turned to his amazed wifi
1 =" There, Mellissy, there's the parlor car
: pet you asked me for yesterday morning
/ reckon there amt many that will beat i
in West Farms" ...,
T A quick change went over Mrs. Parsons
' face, half of JOY, half Of something deeper
. "Oh, Isaac ~ She put her arms arount
the strong mans neck, and burst into tears
: The trio of children stood still, and locke,
9 on in stolid amazement. / think the sigh
4 of their faces was the first thing which re
: called Isaac Parsons to himself.
r "Come, come, mother" he said, but hi
: voice was not just steady, "don't Civ,
k away now like this. Pm hungry as
d panther, and want my supper before d,
Q anything but put up my horse, "-and h
r strobe off to that impatient quadrupod II
S the backyard.
!, So the new carpet proved an olive brancl
: of peace to the household of Isaac Parsons
While others admired its pattern or praise'
g its quality, it spoke to Mrs. Parsons hear
o story of all that which love and patiene
may accomplish.
n After many struggles and much prayer
I the triumph over pride and passion, and evi
= habits, was at last achieved and this wa
d not accomplished in day, but the ''smal
leaven that leaveneth the whole lump,
Vt worked silently and surely, completed a
y last les pure and perfect work. and in tn
5 farmhouse of Isaac Parsons reigned til
IL spirit of forbearance and rolinquishmen
/ Of gentleness and love, which was give
d unto those "who fear God and keep hi
holy commandments" lHH
IS GB- Doctrines are Of use only as they al
:, practioed. Men may go to perdition wit
10 their heads full of truth. To hold th
ii truth and fight for IL is one thing To 1