Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1878-08-28

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to any one Lying continued Polished
Sam,' mot to the Queen herself; but, tc
cringe, is one thing; to be civil, re-
spectful and loving. according as the
case requires, is another; | never know
i'll to come Of 1t, and I've often known
good. Yes, neighbor, I've known the
good oft in nay own house, and over
and over again. There's my Jenny
You don't know the work ther e's in
that little creature bless you she'd
worked herself to the fnger-bone, ify you
give her a kind word | have known her
to sit up seven nights with me. without
taking of stitch Of her clothes, that
times 1 broke my leg and when 1 said
to her, one morning, as the day was
breaking, and 1 looked at her red eyelids
Jenny, my darling, 1 can never pay
you for all this she laughed and said,
why Sam, how can you tell such a
story? you've paid me now.'
Paid you, my wife! why, what do
you mean?'
Didn't you say my d..rling?'
To be sure did, sad I.
'Wcll, wasn't that payment to a teo-
mans heart p
And she looked SO earnest-like at
me, that l felt the tears come in my
eyes. Oh, neighbor couldn't say, it
a: she said it; for these women have a
way Of speaking that don't belong TO
the men. Sometimes think there's a
kind Of a pipe that makes music in their
throaLs; but ever since iha! pay. Fye
been ten times as loving as | was be-
fore; and l try TO say n kind word, not
only to Jenny, but to every one meet.
L believe, neighbor,' continued sam,
that women are Of that nature, that
they'll do anything for love no use our
driving them, our scolding and ordering
and banging about that only makes
slaves oflhem; but give them little
love, aud they'll DO wonders
As Sam Parsons found that his
nelghber was listening, he was encour-
aged to 90 Oh, even though he received
no answer. and do the same said
Sam, by every girl that comes to
service to me. Servants arc 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
a kiss; and there was Tommy, who re-
ceiyed his father with a click, click g,
leaving 1t a matter OF speculation to
whether he had not been clicking ever
since the morning until now. And then
there was Polly, tho seryant-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 sittlng-reom, there he saw 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 little boy,
instead of grown man, he certainly
would have patted his chest and smack
ed his lips, and SO 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 humor promotes digestion, and
our readers will be glad to hear that
Sam slept well upon that COED supper,
and had pleasant dreams, and woke up
refreshed, to be happy and make Others
happy all day long.