Connecticut western news., 1879-01-01

have the house altered to suit us shall not have stove here in the summer"
 In the meantime you have this nice cool porch. What pleasant place it is r sad Sister Searles, admiringly.
 "Yos, if one had time to enjoy it" answered Mrs. Barney, with an uneasy laugh. "I'm so hurrled trying to get everything about the place Tn just the right order that don't have time. ,'
 "Take time, Sister Barney, take time," said Mrs. Searles, smiling, but earnestly. "Make the most of what you have while you are working for something better Don't crowd out any little sweetness you have to make room for some great pleasure that's further of. You see," she added, blushing Q little, as if her words needed excuse, |" it's something had to learn myself years ago-never trample on daisies in 8 wild chase after roses. The roses I haven't found, but the daisies have been enough to make the path bright. <" .5 ...
 Mrs. Barney looked upon her in some perplexity, as she took her departure. She had listened with one half her mind on the loaves of bread in the oven, and the other half did not fully comprehend what had been said. <"' '.'.'.'' . -~ '-+ '.'
 Daisies and roses I don't see what any sort of flower has to do with wanting e new kitchen l But there I suppose ministers wives hear so much talk that it comes natural to. them. Bits of old sermons, like as anyway. Dear me 1! I don't get much time for poetry in my life 1; I'm sure of that. How Tim does loiter." ...-- .~ .-z '.s',. 's.sr '., "a, .,''.s.'
 Tim, meanwhile, had sauntered out from among the bushes, and was engaged in untying the old horse that Mrs. Searles had fastened as securely as if it could be induced under any eiroum- stances to run. He was moved to this act of gallantry partly because he really liked the oheery little woman, and partly because he heard Mrs. Barney's call, and was in no haste to go to the house.
 "That will do, thank you, Tim," said Sister Searles, nervously anxious to ex- pedite his steps in the way of obedi- ence. T think Mrs. Barney is calling you" -..- .s.aa ..a..- .....
 "Yes'm; she mostly always is," answered Tim, philosophically, pausing to arrange the harness with painful de- liberation. -t..
 "But, my dear boy" urged Sister Searles, reading something in the knit ted brow, 'syou really should try to please and help her all you know. She is kind to you..,,'
 "Oh, yes, she's kindl Only when I sec one of her kindnesses comin' I dodge it :; it generally hits fellow hard enough to be uncomfortable, responded Tim. Then, having relieved his feelings by this statement, his conscience pricked him slightly, and he added "You see, she's always in such hurry. She can't come and bring 'em; sine has to pitch 'em."
 Mrs. Searles meditated as she drove down the country road.
 "Wel, I never thought of that before, but l do suppose that's why the Bible speaks of the Lords loving kindness and tender meroy-because there is so much kindness in the world that isn't one bit loving, and so much mercy that is only duty and not tenderness. I'll tell Josiah that. " For it happened that while the good minister pored over his books and studied theology his wife going here and there, studied humanity. And though he cooked his own sermons she often seasoned them. ..-,..s .... a
 The baking was done at last, the cur. rants picked and Mrs. Barney's din1 CT ready. ..s # 4.s -.....
 For the bounty bestowed upon us may we be duly grateful" murm ured Mir. Barney, with head bowed low over his plate. Then he looked up and re- marked that he was tired of a steady diet of ham and eggs, and didn't see why she couldn't have little variety.
 You would see if you had to cook in the hot kitchen as I do. responded Mrs. Barney, more shortly than her wont. "I'm glad to have whatever I get most quickly and easily. When we have a summer kitchen we can begin to live as other people do." ".ta-ts..a.a -ts a......
 If we aint as old as Methuseler, D complained Master Tommy, in an un- dertone, which was perfectly audible any way, the chickens will be, if vs can't have any cooked till that time. J He had sniffed the odors of the baking on his homeward way from school, and settling his juvenile mind upon chicken pie for dinner had been grievously dis appointed. .e .- -=ss.-- -..,-.,.
 Warm and weary with her mornings work the questions and suggestions fretted Mrs. Barney. She felt wounded and aggrieved, too, as she moved about silently after dinner. No one seemed to see she cared as much for things nice and comfortable as did the others, she said to herself. She cared far more, in. deed, since she was willing to do much now, and work and plan for the sake oi having things all that could be desired by-and-by. How many present comforts and conyeniences sho had foregone fol thatl Those very cellar stairs toward whose dark and tortuous steps she wal tending were an example; they could scarcely be more badly built, or in { moro inconvenient place. MT. Barney had wanted to remove them, but she would not allow him to incur the ex