Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1880-11-16
BIS ELLRNEous,
HOME ENTERTAINMENT

10 OuN, will you go over 70 the store with
q mo tonight and hear old BilI white
tell some ynrnsY'
"You must excuse mo, Sam, but I would
rather stuy at homo tvouings."
Stay ut home? Why, | think the oven
ings are the .Olssomest part of tho dav.
Father always takcS newspaper and sits
aud reads uutit lie is ready to 90 to bed. and
hardly ever speaks word until he tells
johnny and ne to shut up and not make 80
much noise; just because we trv to have II
little fun, VIII c mother SITS and darius stock
lugs, or meGds. aud looks about as sonr 70
father does. II try TO study or road, and
move near the light, she says: ''There IL mn
room fer you there Unlrys have cood
light do not care about reading"
We'll, Sam, will tell you what 10 90
on come over TO NY house to>night. in
stead of going to the store, and | nm s.rs
you will hnve nice time. Won't yCu
cum. 2"
Yes, III come, ju,t to ,co what makes
you think it so pleasant at home"
Promptly at O'Clock Sam was on hand.
and as Johns mother told him to sit down,
aod pushed low, cushioned chair toward
him. ho tkought to himself tia; it Locked
real cozy in there. Tie square tabIo drawn
ort into tho middle OF tho floor go tLa. al
might sit arnuLd i; if they wished; the Inr, a
iamp that gave such bright light that even
the old rag carpet that Mrs Forrest was
a. J would not last II oI.h tho winter
o Hed better TO Sam tFan the new CARROT
lis mother had just pat down Tho Gre. too,
seemed to burn better than it did over in
Som $ honsc; how it did snap and burn.
That's sign of cold weather, father, ="
said Mrs. Forrest. "when tho fro sunDs like
that, st which 'hcy all laughed at mothers
still c!iugirg 10 the old signs.
Come John, where is the Look7" asked
his father. John brought tha book. and
when Mr. Forest explained to Sam what he
had been reading, and nror they were all
se"tcd, mother with her knitting, Dora with
her canvass and z"phyrs, while John got out
has croichet work; even if he vas a boy of
sixteen years old, he knew how to knit and
cfochet, lhd To was not ashamed of il
either.
Then Mr.. Forrest proceeded to read bov
MIR ilcEwicS with his friends went to visit
DIR. Wardle, aud when ho cnmo to where
they were skating. and poor Sir Pickwick
ell In:o the pond, Sam laughed until his
face wss 50 red and his eyes SO full of tears
that 1t mHdo every one laugh t. lock at him
AZ hsf>?ast niOo o'clock the book was
ciosed until a0othor evening, and Suu. inter
having promised to come gysjo the no1,
evening, weUt houe and weut to bed hen,
| pier th"n he had been for long timo. As
he jumped into bed he spid aloud, "I will
! my tuther and mother we're like Johns. 7,
vns great deal better than !iktsuins 10 Bill
! Whito; he sweara SO"
Fathers sud mothers, mako the long win.
ter evenings pleasant and heppy for the
boys aud girls. Let them hsvo plenty Of
light, and get them good books to read; and
IT they arc it'io noisy, let it pass, and re-
member thet these ssno boys and grfs will
! soon he men snj woAen. and when they 20
forth from tho old hoHc EhCy will tske with
them the remewbTances Of happy evenings
when they we're all tngsther.
There arc too many homes like SANS,
and too iew Ike the Que have beou telling
about