The daily gazette., 1875-11-12
From the Danbury News.
SDeet. Resffm Home.
"CoTrER's SATURDAY NIGHT" IL DA
RuRy

"CoTrER's SATURDAY NIGHT" IL DA
BURY.
1t is Saturday night-the dear close
Of tossing, struggling, restless week
Tomorrow is the Sabbath-when all
labor and care are held in allegiance :
Saturday night stands like rock be-
fore the day of rest, and says TO toll
and worry, Thus far shalt thou come,
and no farther" Blessed Saturday
night. The wearied husband and fa-
ther approaches his home. He looks
ahead and sees the light streaming in
cheerful radiance from the windows,
and wonders il that boy has got in the
kindlings. He steps up on the stoop
and opens the door. His faithful wife
meets him at the entrance and greets
him with, "Why on earth don't you
clean your feet, and not lug the house
full of mud? Don't you know have
been scrubbing all day." And thus
he steps into the bosom of his family,
grateful for the mercies he has received,
and thankful that he has home to
come to when the worry and toll and
| care of the week are done. \ es, he is
home now, and has set his dinner. pail
on one chair and laid his hat and coat
on another, and with his eyes full of
soap from the wash is shouting impet.
uously for the towel. Saturday night
| in the household, What a beautiful
sight! The bright light, the cheerful
| figured carpet, the radiant stove, the
neatly laid table, with the steaming
teapot, the pictures ON the walls, the
Spotless curtains, the purring cat and
the bright eyed children rubbing the
plates with their fingers and locking
hungrily at the canned cherries. Even
| the wearied wife is visibly affected,
and as she steps to closet with his hat
and coat, she unconsciously observes
to her husband;
| "Will you never learn to hang your
things up: or do you think I've got
nothin' else to do but chase after you
all tho while you are in the house,"
"He makes no reply, but as he drops
into his seat at the table, with sigh OF
relief, he said:
"W hats the matter with that internal
lamp? Is the oil all out, or amt the
chimney been cleaned, 1t don't give
no more light than tirebug.'
Turn it up then," she retorts. at
was right enough when put upon the
table, but suppose the children have
been fooling with it, They never can
keep their hands out of mischief for
an instant.
"lll fool 'em." growled the father,
"if they don't keep their fingers off n
things
After this sally a silence reigns,
broken only by subdued rustic OF
plates and cutlery. Then comes d
whisper from one of the youths, which
is promptly met in a loud key by tn,
mother
"Not another mouthful, tell you
You have had one dish already, anC
that's enough. l amt going to be VI
all night wrastling around with you
young woman, and the quicker yol
straighten that face the better it'll bt
for you.
The offender looks with abashec
inquiry into the faces of her brother
and sisters, and gradually steals glanc,
iato the face of her father; but finding
no sympathy there, falls to maxim!
Serreptitous grlmaces at the mother, t.
the relief OF herself and the intens
editicatIon of the other children.
The tea is finally over, that delight
full Saturday nights meal, and as the
appeased father. stretches back in hi
chair, and looks dreamily at the fam
dancing in the stove, he says to HI
first born:
"Is them kindlings cut, youn!
man.
OF course they have not been, an,
the youth replies:
"rm going right ont to do it now,
! and steps about lively for his hat.
You d better; and if come hom
y again and find them kindling
: not cut, l won't leave whole bone i
: your body. Do you hear mes'
"Yes, pa"
well then, start your boots.
They are started, and the relieved
father comes back with his eyes t
the glad flame, and watches it abstract
cdly, while his thoughts are busy wit
the bright anticipations of the comm
day of rest.
"Ain't you going down street, o
are you going to set there all night:
asks his wife. He turns around an
: looks ut her It's a sort of mechanics
> movement without any apparent O,
, preston.
"There's got to be something &C
lor to morrow, and l want you to &
to Adams an see If my hat is done
an Thomas must have pair of shoe.
an there amt bit of backing in th
house." resumes the mother. "Io
can tell Burroughs that that last butte
he sent up amt fit for hog to eat, al
: if he amt got anything better tina
that, we dou't want it. You'd bett,
get u small piece of pork while yo
are down, an if you see Parks as
him when he's coming here TO fix th'
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