The daily gazette., 1875-11-12
old fool is thinking of, to leave a room
like that ~

ike that"
Hereupon the head of the house gets
upon his feet, takes a brief, long
ing glance at the pleasant stove, and
wants to know where in thunder his
coat and hat are, and il nothing can
be lett where it is put. Then she tells
him that if he looks where he ought to
bed find the things fast enough, He
does not find them, and then goes into
the kitchen, a moment later appears
with very red face, and passionately
asks if basket can be kept in that
house for five minutes at time, and
moodily follows his wife to where the
basket is, and looks still more moody
when lie is brought face to face with
it, and sarcastically asked if he could
see barn if it was in front of his nose
Thus primed with the invigorating ut
terances of the home circle, he takes
up his basket and goes down street.
leaving his faithful wife to stand as .
wall of granite between the children
and the canned cherries, and to finish
up the work. AS he reaches the gate
the door opens and she shouts after
him
Remember to get some matches
there amt one in the house and dom
be all night, for I'm tired, an want TO
get TO bed at a.decent hour if possible
Go to bed then. an shut up your
mouth" and with this par ting inJunc-
tion he strides gloomily out into the
darkness. 1t is not exactly known
what he is thinking of as he moves along
| but it is doubtless of the near approach
of the Sabbath. AS he comes into the
| light of the stores it is evident that
bright influences and tender memories
! and glad anticipations are weaving them
selves in his heart, for he meets Parks
with smile, and after pleasant chat
about the winters prospect, they part
laughing. Only twice in the trip does
| his face fall, and that's when he goes in
after her hat, and when he gets the
shoes. A half hour later he is in the
grocery sitting on barrel, while his
goods are being put up, and carrying on
an animated discussion with the grocer
and several acquaintances. At 9 o clock
he starts for home. He has several re-
ceipted bills in his pocket-each of which
being in excess, of course. of what his
wife had estimated before he left home
and as he struggles along with an aching
arm, and stumbles against various OBJ
structions, he remembers it is Sat aturdav
night, the end of the week of toll, and
tries to recall bits of verses and sentences
of beautiful sentiment appropriate to
the hour. He don't believe in grumbling
at everybody. and so he reserves his
trouble with the grocery bill, his indig-
nation at the milliper, and the various
lannoyances he has been subjected to, un-
til he gets home, and then he hurls his
thunder at all these people and objects
through the head Of his wife. And she,
the dear companion of his life, having
got the children from back of the stove
and to bed, by the hair. and discovered
that he has forgotten the matches, and
got more bone than meat in the steak. Is
fully prepared 10 tell him just what sh =
thinks of him.
And while they talk, the flame in tn"
/, stove dances happily, the lamp sheds !
rich, soft glow over the room, and the
colors in the carpet and in the pictures
and the reflective surfaces of the mante.
ornaments blend into scene of quiet
beauty. 1t is the night before the Sab
batk-the calm, restful lSabbath-and as
the two workers prepare to seek thei:
well-er rned repose, she says that if she
has got TO be harassed like this she'll b.
in her grave before the winter is over
and he is confident that if the bills keen
mounting up as they are doing. tn
whole family will be in the poor house
the first thing they know.