Connecticut western news., 1875-12-03
SWEET, RESTFUL HOME.

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 It is Saturday nighttime dear close of
 tossing, struggling, restless week.
 Tomorrow is the Sabbath-when all
 labor and care are held in abeyance.
 Saturday night stands like rock before
 the day of rest, and says to toll and
 worry: "Thus far shalt thou come, and
 no further" Blessed Saturday night
 The wearied husband and father ap-
 breaches bis home. He looks ahead
 and sees the light streaming in cheerful
 radiance from the windows, and wonders
 if 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: i:
 Why on earth don't you clean your
 feet, and not lug the house full of mud ?, Don't you know I've been scrubbing all
 days" And thus he steps into the
 bosom of his family, grateful for the mercles he has received, and thankful that he has home to come to when the worry and care and toll of the week are done. Yes, 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 shout ing impetuously for the towel. Saturday night in the householdl What beau tiful sight Il The bright light, the cheer ful figured carpet, the radiant stove, the neatly laid table, with the steaming tea pot, the pictures on the walls, the spot less curtains, the purring cat and the brlght-eyed children rubbing the plates with their fingers and looking hungrily at the canned cherries. Even the wearied wife is visibly affected, and, as she steps to closet with his and coat, she unconsciously observes to her hus- band:
 "W1l you never learn to hang your things upG or do you think I've got nothing else to do but to chase after you all the while you are in the house 2"
 He makes no reply, but as he drops into his seat at the table, with sigh of relief, he says: @' ...
 "What's the matter with that internal lampa Is the oil all out, or ain't the chimney been cleaned2 It don't give no more light than firebug."
 "Turn it up, then," she retorts " '' It was right enough when put it on the table, but I suppose the children have been fooling with it. They never can keep their hands out of mischief for an instant"
 I'll fool 'em," he growls, eff they don't keep their fingers of'n things"
 After this sally @ silence reigns, broken only by 8 subdued rustic of plates and cutlery. Then comes whisper from one of the youths, which is promptly met in loud key by the mother
 "Not another mouthful, I tell you. You have had one dish already, and | that's enough. I ain't going to be up all night wrastling around with you, 1 young woman and the quicker you straighten that face the better it'll be for you"
 The offender looks with abashed in- quiry into the faces of her brothers and sisters, and gradually steals glance into the face of her father but finding no sympathy there, falls to making sur -eptitious grimaces at the mother, to he relief of herself and the intense edi- ication of the other children.
 The tea is finally over, that delightful nights meal, and as the ap- oeased father stretches back in his chair, md looks dreamily at the flame dancing n the stove, he says to his frst-born:
 Is them kindlings cut, young man9"
 Of course they have not been, and the 7outh replies
 "Im going right out to do it now," nd steps about lively for his hat.
 "You'd better and if come home gain and find them kindlings not cut, won't leave whole bone in your body. Do you hear mel"
 "Yes, pa.'
 "Wel, then, start your boots."
 They are started, and the relieved ather comes back with his eyes to the lad flame, and watches it abstractedly, 7hle his thoughts are busy with the right anticipations of the coming day f rest.
 Amt you going down street. or are or going to set there all night 2" asks IS wife. He turns around and looks at CT. It's 8 sort of mechanical move 1ent without any apparent expression. There's got to be something got for inner tomorrow, and want you to go | } Adams an see if my hat is done, an , 'homas must have pair of shoes, an : aere ain't bit of blacking in the ouse, resumes the mother. "You an tell Burroughs that that last butter @ sent up ain't fit for hog to eat, an
 he aln't got anything better than that @ don't want it. You'd better get a | nal! piece of pork while you are down, s T If you sec Parks ask him when he's a 'mlng here to fix that wall. He has i ot the plaster off, an there it stands. ( r there's no use of trying to put the V 'om to rights until the wall is fixed. I 0 on't see what the old fool is thinking of n } leave room like that O Hereupon the head of the house gets b oon his feet, takes 0 brief, longing o ance at the pleasant stove, and wants g
 know where in thunder his coat and t It are, and if nothing can be left where W IS put. Then she. tells him that if he h oks where ho ought to he'd find the u lngs fast enough. He does find them, il Id then goes into the kitchen, and r, oment later appears with very red a ce, and passionately asks if basket t, n be kept in that house for five min g es at time, and moodily follows his o fife to where the basket is, and looks tc