Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1875-06-11
BLEssEDNEss.
SINGLE, DOUBLE, AND TRIPLE

II will never marry, never" said Will
liam Bla&zs, to his father, patient, weary
looking old man, with thin grey hair
streaking across his bowed head. He an
swered reflectively, "Well, think you're
right; there are men that can manage wo-
men, but your mother has been too much
for me-
sit seems half selfish in me to go off and
leave you alone with her; but what can
one do, with work that wants planning,
and that continual scolding in ones ears?"
cts the crying fits that master me,
though said Mr.. Blake, swhen she sits
sniff shifting into her apron; looking at me
that reproachfully that Pm half brought
to believe that have committed murder
OF something in my Sleep"
II sometimes think, do you know, faith
er, that in those times it is that she is
sorry for her temper, is, in fact, repent
ing.''
''It's an awfully unpleasant, unfair kind
of penitence, then; but don't know; she's
been buzzing in my ears so long that | get
fairly bothered sometimes, and don't feel
clear about anything"
''I'll tell you what you must do when
she gets past bearing; just come off to me;
it won't be far, you know"
$50 1 will, my boy, so will.''
Accordingly, the next morning. when
Mrs. Blake began the day with prophetic
indications Of being what she called cup
set,'' her husband prepared to escape,
greatly to her displeasure. She had re-
sented WHIPS removal and ssetting up for
hinself;;' but then, as Mr. Blake re-
marked, "she couldn't be any crosser than
she was before,'' so he departed in compa-
rative comfort.
Willis room was poor little place. He
was not earning much as yet, and he said,
Anything does for ones SELF with de-
solaJe air that somewhat contradicted his
philosophy of loneliness: still, his work i'm
proved wonderfully, and in that he was
always happy. Will was a designer of
mouldings.
Mr.. Blake found him busily stitching at
an old coat.
Turned tailor, WHIP" he asked.
"'Tisn't work enough for a tailor, and
I am afraid my bungling would not pass
for one, either. 1 tried glue, but some
how it wouldn't answer, and one must
keep ones self decent looking. 1 am go.
ing after orders, by and BY"
ssWomen 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 was
with little of everything.
Will was accustomed to have all his
i tools round him in his work, and so had
gradually gathered the household nipple
| ments together in the same fashion.
"We will have breakfast presently" he
said; sit would have been ready before
only while was gone for loaf the kettle
boiled over"
cit won't do that this time" said Mr.
Blake, lifting the tilted vessel from tn,
fire.
"Why?"
ssSeeE'
Then they both laughed. Will had for
gotten to put in the water.
But the blunders were soon remedied
there was no one to scold over them.
Father and son were chatting pleasant
over the end of their meal, when a brigh
Young voice was heard on the landing out
side, calling, "Willie! Willie!''
s.Made friends already?" asked MI
Blake, looking up surprised.
| ono, it's somebody that lodges overhead
her little brother has run off down stairs
He seems to give her deal of trouble, bu
= she never speaks any sharper than that"