Port Royal standard and commercial. [volume] (Beaufort, S.C.) 1874-1876, 1875-12-16

glance at the pleasant stove, and wants
to know where in thunder his coat and
hat are, and if nothing can be left where
it is put. Then she tells him that if he
looks where he ought to he'd find the
things fast enough. He does find them,
and then goes into the kitchen, and q
moment later appears with a very red
face, and passionately asks if basket
can be kept in that house for five min
utes at time, and moodily follows his
wife to where tho basket is, and looks
still more moody when he is brought
lace 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 utterances 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 don't
be all night, for I'm tired an want to get
to bed at decent hour, if possible"
. $50 to bed, then, an shut up your
mouth, and with this parting iniunc-
ton 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 a 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 hegets the shoes.
A half hour later he is in the grocery
sitting on a barrel, while his goods are
being put up, and carrying on an ami
mated discussion with the grocer and
several acquaintances. At nine o'clock
he starts for home. He has several re-
ccipted bills in hispocket-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 Saturday
night, the end of the week of toll, and
tries to recall bits of verses and SEN
tences of beautiful sentiment appropri-
ate to the hour. He don't believe in
grumbling at everybody, and so he re-
serves his trouble with the grocery bill,
his indignation at the milliner, and the
various annoyances he has been subject
ed to, until 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 dis
covered that he has forgotten the
matches, and got more bone than meat
in the steak, is fully prepared to tell him
Just what she thinks of him.
And while they talk the fame in the
stove dances happily, the lamp sheds
a rich, soft glow over the room, and the
colors in the carpet and the pictures and
the reflective surfaces of the mantel Or
naments blend into q scene of quiet
beauty. It is the night before the Sab
bath-the calm, restful Sabbath-and as
the two workers prepare to seek their
well-earned repose, she says that if she
has got to be harassed like this she'll be
in her grave before the winter is over,
and he is confident that if the bills keep
up as they are doing, the
whole family will be in the poorhouse
the first thing they know.-Danbaay
Neacs.