American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1875-06-12
BLEssEDNEsS-SIN SINGLE, DOUBLE
AND TRIPLE.


! INDEPENDENTLY. nessr, said Will
lam Blake to his father, q patient, weary
looking old man, with thin gray hail
streakiDg across his bowed head. He
answered. refiecsively: swell. think
you're Hghs5 there are men that can man
age wonen, but your mother has been
too much for me-"
1t seems half selfish for me to go of
and leave you alone with her; but whaI
can one do with WORK that wants plan
ming and that continual scolding in ones
can't.
y It's the crying fits that master me,
though" said Mr.. Blake: when she sits
sniff-snif1ng into her apron, looking at
me that reproachful, till Pm half brought
to believe that have committed murder
or something in my Sleep"
sometimes think, do you know, IA
ther, that in those times 10 is that she is
sorry for her temper in fact, repent
ing.
It's an awfully unpleasant, unfair
kind of penitence, then. But don't
long that get fairly bothered sometimes
and don't feel clear about anything
Pn tell you what you must do when
she gets past bearing: just come off to
me, Il won't be far, you know"
So will. my boy so will"
Accordingly, the next morning, when
MrH Blake began the day with prophetic
indications of being what she called up
set her husband prepared to escape,
greatly to her displeasure. She had re-
sented Willis removal aud stsetting up
marked, "she couldn't be any crosser
than she was BEFORE" so he departed in
comparative comfort.
Wills room was a poor little place.
He was not earning much as yet and he
said /" Anything does for ONES self" with
. desofafe air that somewhat contradict
ed hiGphiiesophy Of loneliness; still his
he Was always happy. win was de-
signer Of moldings.
M Blake found him busily stitching
af10zo1d coat.
Turned tailor, Win ~ he asked.
Tint work enough for tailor, and
/ am afraid my bupgling would not pass
for one, either. Tried glue, but some
how il wouldn't answer. and one must
keep ones self looking decent. am CO.
ing after orders by and by"
Women is of some use after all, if
they wasn't such unreasonable creatures"
said the father, with an involuntary
glance at the table, which looked rather
like the wreck of kitchen. heaped up
as it vas With a Attie of everything.
WiH WAS accustomed to have all his
tools round him in his work, and SO had
gradually gathered the household imple-
ments together IN the same fashion.
We viii have breakfast presently"
he SAID: IT would have been ready be-
fore only while was gone for loaf
the Kettle boiled over
1t wont do that this time," said Mr..
Blake, lifting the tilted vessel from the
fire-
Whyf"
See"
Then they both laughed: VIII had for
gotten to put in the water.
But the blundeFs were loon remedied; ;
there was no one to scold over them
Father and son were chatting pleasant
~ over the end of their meal, when a
bright young voice was heard on the
landing outslce, calling w lille, Willie"
Made TRENDS alreadyy" asked Mr..
Blake, looking up surprised
No, il is somebody 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 any sharper
than that.
Dpesut she, nowf It's wonderful
pleasant sounding voice.