The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1878-09-20

to cheer her up through her work for thu
day; and for the matter of that, gave thu
old apple.woman touch of my oiled feath
er too; few people say kind words to her
and so | did, and dare say it helped hel
through the day too | wouldn't cringt
to any one living" continued 'Polishcd
SAM" "not to the Queen herself; but, tC
cringe, is one thing to be civil, respect.
full and loving, according as the case re,
quires, is another; never knew ill to come
of it, and I've often known good. Yes
neighbor, I've 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,
ify you give her kind word l have known
her to sit up seven nights with me, without
taking off stitch of her clothes, that time
| broke my leg and when l said to her,
one morning, as the day was breaking, and
looked at her red eyelids, Jenny, my
darling, | can never pay you for all this,
she laughcdand said,' why Sam, how can
you tell such a story you've paid me
now"
"Paid you, my wife why, what do you
mean 2"
didn't you say, my darling ?"
"1o be sure l did, said /.
"Well, wasn't that payment to q woman's
heart ?"
"And she looked 50 earnest-like at me
that felt the tears in my eyes. Oh, neigh
Dor, couldn't say it as she said it; for
these women have way of speaking that
there's kind OF Il pipe that makes music
in their Threats; but ever since that day, |
have been ten times as loving as | was be-
fore; and try to say a kind word, not on
y to Jenny, but to every one meet. | be-
llcvc, ncighbor, continued Sam, "that WON.
en- are OF that nature, that they'll do any
thing for love; no use our driving them,
scolding or ordering, and banging about;
that only makes slaves of them; but give
them little love, and they will do won
ders"
AS Sam Parsons found that his neighbor
was listening, he was encouraged to 90 on,
| even though he received no answer. "And
do the same" said Sam, "hy every girl
that comes to service to me. Servants are
made Of the same stuff as their mistresses
they all have hearts, und the same kind of
oil will reach them all.n
Thus dscoursing Sam Parsons arrived at
his own Iarln- YARD. lncfe was jenny his
wife, ready to meet him with kiss and
there was Tommy, who received 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 masters eyes and
she knew she'd get kind word. And
when Sam went into the sitting room, he
saw a great heap of his stockings, that en-
ny 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 smacked 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 servantmaid. Good humor promotes
digestion, and our readers will be glad to
hear that Sam slept well upon that good
supper, and had pleasant dreams, and
awoke up refreshed, to be happy and make
Others happy all day long.