Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1878-08-13

ter of that, I gave the old apple-womal
touch of my oiled feather too few peo
pie say kind words to her, and so did
and l dare say it helped her through tn,
day too! I wouldn't cringe to any on,
living,n continued "Polished Sam,
mot to the Queen herself; but, to cringe
is one thing to be civil respectful anC
loving, according as the case requires, i:
another; I never know i'll to come of it
and I've often known good. Yes, neigh
Dor, Ive known the good of it in my
own house, and over and over again.
There's my Jenny. You don't know
the work there's in that little creature
bless you! she'd work herself to the
finger bone, if you give hera kind word
l have known her to sit up seven nights
with me, without taking off a stitch o.
her clothes. that time | broke my leg
and when I said to her, one morning, as
the day was breaking, and [ looked al
her red eyrlids, Jenny, my darling, ]
can never pay you for all this she
laughed and said, why Sam, how can
you tell such story? you've paid me
now
"'Paid you, my wife! why, what dc
you mean?'
"'Didn't you say my darling?' "
I" TO be sure did, said I.
"'Well, wasn't that paymenttO no
MANS heart q
"And she looked so earnest-like at
me, that 1 felt the tears come in my
eyes. Oh, neighbor couldn't say, it as
she said it; for these women have way
of speaking that don't belong to the
men. Sometimes I think there's kind
Of pipe that makes music in their
throats; but ever since that day, I've
been ten times as loving as | was before
and try to say kind word, not only
to Jenny, but to every one l meet. III
believe, neighbor," continued Sam,
"that women are of that nature. that
they'll do anything for love no use our
driving them, our scoiding and ordering,
and banging about; that only makes
slaves of them; but give them a 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 an.
swer. "And do the same.n said Sam,
"by every girl that comes to service to
me. Servants are made of the same
stuff as their mistresses; they all
have hearts, and the same kind of oil
will reach them ALL"
Thus discoursing, Sam Parsons arriv-
ed at his own farm-yard. There was
Jenny his wife, ready to meet him with
q kiss and there was Tommy, who re-
ceived his father with click, click,
leaving it a matter of speculation as to
whether he had not been clicking ever
since the morning until now. And then
there was Polly, the servant-maid,
standing close to the irons, which shone
as though they were fresh from the
shop; she hoped they'd catch her mas
ter's eye, and she knew she'd get a kind
word. And when Sam went into The
sittingroom, there he saw great heap
Of his stockings, that Jenny had been
darning: and when Sam sat down at tea.
there was Il pie that Jenny had made
and if Sam had been little boy, instead
of q grown man, he certainly would
have patted his chest and sn.acked his
lips, and Sc Expressed his opinion, that
you would think that Sam Parsons 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 ..a-
NOR promotes digestion, sa,. our readers
will be glad to Lear mat Sam slept we'll
upGn .nat good supper, and had pleasant
dreams, and woke up refreshed, to be
happy and make others happy al day
long.