Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1879-04-11

sure to follow such aproceeding by her
miserable daughter.
sob, don't, mother!" and Matte
looked the picture of despair.
TELL me about it, my child" said
the mother, melted into tenderness by
that look.
Then Matte, through her tears, told
her mother all, and ended with these
pitiful words:
But oh, mother, love him, the ia
Their of my child love him, but he
doesn't understand me. If he could but
understand me ! " and she fell sobbing
beside her mothers knee.
"Let me advise you, my child" said
the mother, softly stroking her daugh;
ter's glossy hair. 1--WE passed through
it all, and I'll tell you little secret
There is almost certain to be little mis-
takes come up between husband and
wife, and often words are spoken that
are regretted moment afterward. But,
my child, such word can do no harm,
if it is repented of and confession
made. If you have said anything to
wound your husbands feelings, no mat
ter what he may have said to you, go
and tell him you are sorry, and insure
it, he will not only forgive you, but will
beg YOU to forgive him. The hour that
follows will be more delightful than
the hour of your wedding. Let me tell
you of little instance in my own life "
and the mother told her of one of those
little family differences that come up
between so many worthy couples. The
story ended so pleasantly that it soothed
the tempest in the breast of the heart
sick daughter.
After the story was done, Matte still
kneeled, resting her tired head on her
mothers knee. Her mother stroked the
glossy hair in silence for quarter of
an hour but Mattie's thoughts were
busy. Suddenly she arose, took her
child in her arms, wrapped it close in
her shawl, and prepared to go.
"Where are you going, my child 2"
asked her mother.
"To make my confession" answered
Matte, through her tears.
Heaven bless you said her mother,
with deep emotion.
When Marsh Hunter came home that
night pretty scene met his view. The
fire was burning joyously on the hearth,
and before it stood Matte, dressed in q
neat, calico wrapper with snowy collar
and cuffs, and a scarlet bow of ribbon
at her throat. Baby sat on his pallet
before the fire, Growing Justify and beat
ing the floor with tin rattle. Supper
was on the table, and the tea was steam
ing ON the hearth.
Marsh was cold, but such scene
warmed him. He went straight to the
pallet and commenced O romp with
baby. Matte went and knelt there,
too, determined to make her confession |;
but she did not know how to commence.
It was easy to think of beforehand, but
when the time came she was lost. There
was an awkward pause !; then both spoke
at once.
Matte, I've been -"
Marsh, I'm sorry -"
Their eyes met, and each saw the ten
derness in those of the other, and all
was told in an instant. Both had made
their confession! Marsh opened his
arms, and Matte fell sobbing on his
breast, while baby looked on in amaze
ment.
:" Mother told the truth" she said !:
/" it would be better than the wedding, I"
whispered Matte.
Have you seen her? Did she tell
you the same she told me cried Marsh.
Il don't believe / want any supper
tonight, do you?" said Matte, after
they had had their talk, and the supper
had got cold.
guess I'll drink little tea" said
Marsh, and he did,. II. Eng!e, in
N. Y. Weekly.