Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1875-06-09
BleSSednesS.
SINGLE, DOUBLE, AND TRIPLE.

SiNbIt- DpA hi-f- AND lhllLf.
al will never marry, never" said
William Blake to his father; patient,
weary looking old man, with thin grey
hair streaking across his bowed head.
lie answered, reflectively L
think you're right; there are men who
can manage women, but your mother
has been too much for me-"
lit seems half selfish TO me to go off
and leave you alone with her; but what
can one do, with work that wants plan
ming, and that continual scolding in
ones ears: - a
ats the crying fits that masters me,
though said Mr.. Blake, when she
sits smiling into her apron; looking at
me that reproachful, till I'm half
brought to believe that L have COM
mitted murder, or something in my
sleep"
II sometimes think, do you know,
father that in those times it is that she
is sorry for her temper, is,-in fact, re-
penting."
kind of penitence, then; but | don't
know: shes been bnZzing in my ears
- long that ! get fairly bothered some
AIillf@- anu ftplA li'l Ni'<aA df'hA
thing"
IN tell You what you must do when
she gets past bearing; just come off to
me: it won't he far, you know"
$50 | will, my boy; so | Will"
Accordingly the next morning, when
Mrs. Blake began the day with prophetic
indications of being what she called
upset" her husband prepared to es-
cape, greatly to her diSpleasure. She
had resented Wills removal and "set-
ting up for HIMSELF" but then, as Mr..
Blake remarked, "she couldn't be any
crosser than she was BEFORE" so he de-
parted in. comparative comfort.
"Will's room was poor little place.
lie was not earning much as yet, and he
said. Anything does for oneself, with
a deSolate air that somewhat contra
dicted his philosophy of Loneliness;
still, his work improved wonderfully,
aud in that he was always happy. Will
was designer of mouldings.
Mr.. Blake found him busily stitching
at an old coat.
Turned tailor. wilI:'rhe asked.
''TiSn't work enough for "A tailor, and
| an afraid my bungling would not pass
for one. either. | tried glue, but some
how it wouldn't answer, and one must
keep oneself decent looking. / am going
after orders, by and by"
Women is of some use, after all, if
they wasn't such unreasonable crea-
tureS,' said the father, with an invOlun-
tary glance at the table, which looked
rather like the wreck of a kitchen,
hcaped up, rs it was, with little of
everything.
Will was accustomed to have all his
tools round him in his work, and so had
gradually gathered the household im-
plements together in the same fashion.
I'VE will have breakfast presently"
he said: ''it would have been ready be-
fore, only while | was gone for loaf
the kettle boiled over"
1T won't do that this time" said Mr..
Blake, lifting the tilted vessel from the
fire.
"Why:"
s.See ~
Then they both laughed; Will had
forgotten to put in the water.
But the blunders were soon remedied;
there was no one to scold over them.
Father and son were chatting pleas
antly over the end Of their meal, when
a bright young voice was heard on the
landing outside, calling, willie,
Willie" --
Made friends already" asked Mr..
Blake, looking up, surprised.
mo, it is som ebody that lodges over
head: her little brother has run off down
stairs. He seems to give her a deal of
trouble. but she never speaks sharper
than that.
''Don't she now? 1t is a wonderful
pleasant sounding voice"
By and by il seemed that the culprit
was hunted up the stairs home again; a
merry hunt, with much laughing on
both sides. and, as they passed Wills
door. a quieter willie, Willie"
Mr.. Blake looked strangely reflective.
Il haven't heard anybody say Willie
in just that cooling. careful way, not
since my sister that died; she was just
like mother to me; it's terrible long
while ago"
These two are much the same. They
live alone; she minds him and keeps
him, and sends him to school"
-'You seem To know all about her,
Will"
''All am likely to know. | have not
seen her. There are no strangers like
ltllpN ibu-tf-. eut npt hiiiu
of girl TO meet ON the stairs, accident
ally, for the purpose.
.'That was how your mother and got
acquainted
II did not know that father"
Will spoke with an air of regretful
apology that was understood and ac-
cepted, but silently.
Dreamily, in the hush of old memo
ries, the father walked away to his
work
Will sat down before the window to
finish some drawings, but the thick
square pencil made idle marks, while
the eyes that should have guided it
sought the only bit of nature within
sight-the strip of changing sky between
the housetops. Many bold design had
come from those sweeping cloud-kaleido-
scopes. None came now. Will was
musing- How could a man work, with
that sweet, imperious "Willie, Willie"
ringing in his ears. 1t was worse
distraction than his mothers seolding,