Wilmington daily commercial., 1875-11-27
MISCELLANEOUS.
Co.te > saturday Nigbt'' IN Dan-
ry.

b ry.
From the Danbury Netcs
1t was Saturday night-tbe near close of a
f"s"ng, struggling, restless week. Tomorrow
ls th sabbath-when all labor and care are
hold in abeyance. Saturday night stands like a
rock before the-day of rest, and says to toll and
worry "rhus far shalt thou come and no far
ther" Blessed Saturday night. The wearied
husband and father approaches his home He
looks ahead and secs tho light streaming in
cheerful radiance from tho windows, and won-
ders If that boy has got in tho kndngs. He
steps upon the .stoop and opens the door His
faithful wife meets him at the entrance and
greets him with, 'Why on earth d } IT you clean
your feet, and not lug tho house fall of mud
Don't you know I've been scrubping all day ?
And thus lie steps into the bosom OF his fam
lly, grateful for the meices lie has received
and thankful that he has q homo
to come to when the worry and care and toll OF
the week are done. Yea, lie il home now, and
has set Ills dihner-pail on one char and laid his
hat and coat on another, and with Ills eyes full
OF soap from the wash IL shouting impetuourly
for the towel. Saturday night in the household
What a beautiful sight Tho bright light, tho
cheerful hgnred carpet, the radiant stove the
neatly-laii table, with the steaming teapot, the
pictures on the walls, the spotless cnrtains, tho
pnrrlnB cat and the bIight-e eyed children rub
bling tho plates with their fingers and looking
hungriy at tho canned cherries. Even the
wearied wife is vsibly affected, and, as SHE
stops to cloHet with his hat and coat, she nm
consciously observes to her husband
"Will you never learn to hang your things mp
or do yon think Tyo got nothn else to do bnt
chase after you all tho whilo you arc in the
house? 7"
He makes no reply, but AS ho drops into his
seas at tho table, with sigh of reliof, he says I:
whats tho matter with that internal lamp
Ii tho oil all out, amt the chimney been
cleaned? II don't givo no moro light than a
trebug."
"lurn il up tllen," she rctorts. at was right
enough ahon put it ON the table, but | suppose
tho child 81 have boon fooling with it. They
nevcr c.tl keep their hands ont of mischief for
an instant"
"I'll fool'om, he growls ''if thoy don't keep
tlloir fingers of'n things"
After this sally silence reigns, brolon only
by subdued rustic of plates and cutlery.
Then comes whisper from one of tho youth,
which il promptly mot i'll loud key by the
mother.
MAT another mouthfnl, toll you. You have
had ono dish already, and that's enough
amt going to be mp all night wrestling around
with you, Young woman; and tho quicker
you straiGhton that faco the better it'll be for
you."
The ofronder looks with abashed inquiry into
the faces OF her brothers and sisters, and grad
ually steals glance into the face of her father,
Hurreptitous grimaces at the mother, to tho re
lief of herself and the intense editication of the
other children.
The tea s finally over that delightful Sainr-
day nights meal, and the appeasod father
stretches back in his chair, and looks dreamily
at the flame dancing in tho stove, he says to his
first born:
SIS them kindlings cut, young man Y'
or course they have not been, and tho youth
replies
.'rm going right out to do it, now, and stops
about lively for his hat.
s You'd better and IL como again and find
them kindlings not clt, l won't leave whole
bone in your body. DO you hear me ?''
- Yes, pa
"Wel, then, start your boots"
They are started, and the relieved father
comes back with his eyes to the glad flame, and
watches it abstractedly, while his thoughts are
busy with tho bright anticpations OF the coming
day Of rest.
going to aet there all night " asks his wife. He
turns around and looks ut her. It's u sort OF
mechanical movement without and apparent OK
preston. There's got to be something got
for dinner to morrow, any l want you to go to
Adams an see il my hat ID done, an Thomas
must have pair of shoes, an there isn't bit of
backlEg in the house, resumed the mother.
" You can tell Burroughs that tho last butter lie
sent up amt fit for hog to cat, an il he amt
got anything better than that we don't want it.
are down, an if you see Parks ask him whom
he's coming here to fix that wall, He has got
the plaster Off, an there it stands, an there's no
use of trying to put the room to rights until tho
wall il fixed. l don't see what the old fool is
thinking Of to leave the room like that"
IIereupon the head of the house gets upon
his feot takes brief, longing glance at the
pleasant stove, and wants to know where in the
thunder his coat and hat are, and if nothing can
be left whore 1T is put. Then she tolls him that
ifhe looks where ho ought to he'd find the things
fast enough. lie docs find them, and then goes
into the kitchen, and moment later appears
with very rcd face, and passionately asks il
basket can't be kept in that house for five
minutes at Il time, and modify follows his wife
to where the baskeG lis, and looks still more moody
when ho is brought face to face with It, and
sarcastically asked if lie could see barn if it
waa in front of his nose. Thus primed with,
the invgoiating utterauees of the homo circle
he takes up his basket and goes down street,
leaving his faithful wife to stand Az Il wall of
granite betwoen the children and the canned
cherries, and to finish up the work.