Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1876-03-24
STAUNTON, VIRGINIA, FRIDAY, MARCH "a, 1876.

knocking under to woman?" and Rusty
Joe" edged away from Polished Sam's''
side as though he were near some Shiny
serpent.
'sNo indeed answered Sam, Give not
been knocking any way, neither over nor
under, but just gave her and the bant-
ling loving word before I started from
home and said kind word to the lass,
to cheer her up through her work for the
day and for the matter of that, gave
the old apple woman touch of my oiled
feather, too few people say kind words to
her and so I did, and 1 dare say it helped
her through the day too 1 wouldn't cringe
to any one. That is one thing; to be civil,
respectful and loving according as the case
requires, is another; never knew i'll to
come of it, and I've known good. Yes.
neighbor, I've known the good of it in my
own house, over and over again. There's
my Jennie. You don't know the work
there's in that little creature bless you
she'd work herself to the finger bone, if
you gave her kind word; 1 knowed her
to sit up seven nights with me, without
taking off a stitch of her clothes, that time
I broke my leg, and when said to her one
morning, as the day was breaking, and 1
looked at her red eye-lids, Jenny. my dar-
ling, can never pay you for all this,' she
laughed and said {:
s'Why, Sam. how can you tell such sto-
rv vOu'va maid me- now -
"Paid you, my good wife! Why, what
do you mean?'
''Didn't you say my darling ?"
''To be sure Idid," said I.
"Well, wasn't that pawn ent to a wo-
mans heart ?''
And she looked so earnest-like at me,
that felt the tears come in my eyes.-Oh,
neighbor, I couldn't say it as she said it !;
for these women have way of speaking
that don't belong to the m en.-Sometimes
think there's a kind a pipe that makes
music in their Threats but ever since that
day, I've been ten times as loving as I was
before and try to say kind word, not
only to Jenny, but to every one meet. I
believe, neighbor, continued Sam. "that
women are of that nature, they'll do any.
thing for love; no use of our driving them,
or scolding and ordering, and banging
about that only makes slaves of them;
but give them little love, and they'll do
wonders.''
AS Sam. Parsons found that his neigh
Dor was listening, he was encouraged to go
on, even though he received no answer.
"And do the same" said Sam, ''by
every girl that comes to service to me.
Servants are made of the same stuff as
their mistresses : they all have hearers, and
the same kind of oil will reach them all"
Thus discoursing, Sam Parsons arrived
at his own farm-yard. There was Jenny
his wife, ready to meet him with a kiss,
and there was Tommy, who received his
father with a click, click, leaving it mat
ter of speculation as to whether he had not
been clicking ever since the morning until
now. And then there was Polly, the ser
want maid, standing close to the irons
which shone as though they were from the
shop; she hoped she'd catch her masters
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And when Sam. went into the sitting room,
there he saw a great heap of his stockings
that Jenny had been darning, and when
Sam. sat down at tea, there was pie that
Jenny had made and if Sam had been a
little boy, instead of grown man, he GER
tainly would have patted his chest and
smacked his lips, and so expressed his opin-
ions, that you would think that Sam. Par
sons had oiled the pie, so smoothly did each
piece slip down his throat, for he was at
peace with Jenny his wife, Tommy his
son, and Polly the servant maid. Good hui
NOR promotes digestion, and our readers
will be glad to hear that Sam. slept we'll
upon that good supper and had pleasant
dreams, and woke up refreshed, to be hap
py and make others happy all day long.