The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1874-04-17

Az tAis oaLiys Hlsn look Of "a
lief, hastened out into the kitsben
to prepare the extra good supper 81
: had cooked expressly for him.
She had just got the White table.
: cloth in her hand, when a voice came
from the bedroom.
"Sally,Where is my everyday Yestl
I can't find it"
81 can't leave of to fnd it. I an
busy setting the table" said Sally,
evidently denying this request with
more readiness than she had any Of
his others. But Alice spoke up at
once:
I'VE have made you q neT one,
one"
"Wall, n'tpaed another everv
day vest The ldes Of your dietsf-
! ing to nc shout my elo5hesf where
| is my old yest2"
i Gust see your new vest, father
said Alice, demurely, as she brought
it forward and spread it out before
him, with an air Of great satisIac-
ton. It was made Of that identi-
cal cloth that he had bought for
Aice's dress. 1t was made rather
long, and had = fold Of the same
around the edge.
Because it would wear better"
Alice explained. "Braid wears out
so quick, and we had heard YOU say
so many times that you cared moth
ing for fashion at all. You know
you said that this cloth vas durs-
bic; good for summer or winter;
strong enough for mems wear. That
put it into our heads to surprise you
with nice new vest of it You
know you are always making Just
such surprises for ma and me"
Mr.. Hastle opened his mouth vide
enough to give utterance to the
largest words in Webster's Una
bridged, but no words came at first.
Finally he found voice.
"Do you suppose I am ever goin'
to put that lookin' think onto mel
"Why, yes" said Alice demurely.
"You know you don't care anything
about looks, if it's only good cloth,
and wears well"
"Why folks would say I vas q nat
ural born fool, or else crazy as q
loon."
"But then, father, you know you
don't pay any attention 10 what
people say OF think Of your clothes"
Mr.. Hastle made no reply for the
good reason that he had, at the
time, nothing to say. So he put on
his hat, and walked out Of the kitch-
en- door. he evidently wanted to be
in the fresh air for q moment. But
as he stepped his foot on the plat
form, q sight met his eyes, that
would, I am sure, have made his
hair stand perfectly erect on the top
Of his head, ,ifhe had had any to stand
up. There stood his new barn, the
pride of his eyes, in which he had
taken a pride that we fear Wss sin
ful, there it stood, painted entirely
yellow on the end fronting the kitch
en-; aud he supposed, Of course the
whole Of it was.
"Isn't it pretty, father2 There
won't be SO pretty a barn in TIE
neighborhoOd. As ] told neither,
women don't often have their say
about things; but if they did, things
would look sight BETTER
No audible words were spoken IN
reply. But memory was whispering
loudly to Mr.. Hastle. These were
the very self-sarne words that he had
uttered in relation to that bright
yellow paint, and the gorgeous wall
paper in tie parlor. The tables
were turned upon him. For the first
time he realized how it seemed, TO
have mis- own personal affairs con
trolled by those who had no bust
ness with them; how it would seem
to be dictated to, unreasoRably, con
cerning his own outdoor afaiTR;
how it would seem to have his own
clothing selected for him, regardless
of his own preferences; how It would
seem TO have his reasonable house
hold affairs met with grumbling, and
granted grudgingly.
AS we have said, Mr.. Hastls Vas
naturally just man, and q sensible
one; one who only needed TO have
his duty pointed out to him, in order
to follow it. He walked into the
house, ate his supper, put on his old
coat, and proceeded to do his barn
chores. He retired early to bed.
And what thoughts visited him, IS
he lay upon his pillow, know net.
But that he thought deeply and sen
sibly,I I am certain, from the result
The next morning old Sorrel stood
by the gate, ready to convey Hr.
Hastle to the village after his vslise,
and to transact other needful bust
ness.
DIR. Hastle's countenance looked
subdued, yet dignifed. There is no
dignity to be compared to the digni-
ty of a new and nobler purpose. But
Sally looked nervous, especially, as
Mr.. Hastle was about rising from
the table, and Sally had to mention
some small article that she or Alice
wanted at the store. Then did the
meditations Of Mr.. Hastle in the
night-Ratches become manifest.
sLook here, Sally; if you think
that don't understand what al that
tomfoolery you and Alice had last
night was for, then you take me to
be q bigger fool than am. / haiat
4 goin' to say but what have been
IN the wrong on it. But one thing
I viii say, that in the future, there is
going to be q new leaf turned over.
/ calculate to manage my outdoor
affairs for myself, snd you and Alice
must manage the indoor affairs for
yourselves. There is old Sorrel, and
you and Alice can be carried to the
store any time you say the word,
and what you buy win be paid for;
but as for mel have picked out
my last yard Of calico"
Which all goes to prove, what 1 :
said in the commencement Of thia
story, that Mr.. Hastle was reasona-
bic, and disposed toward justice,
and thst Sally had only herself to
blame for her long household mar
tyFdom.