The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-02-03
Home Entertainment.



Uwith me tonight and hear old Bill
White tell some yarns ?"
"You must excuse me, Sam, but |
would rather stay at home evenings"
"Stay at homer Why, think the
evenings are the lonesomest part of the
day. Father always takes newspaper
and sits and reads until he is ready to 20
to bed, and hardly ever speaks word
unless he tells Johnny and me to shut
up and not make so much noise; just
because we try to have little fun,
while mother sits and darns stockings,o or
mends, and looks about as sour as father
does If 1 try to study or read, and
move near to the light, she says ':There
is no room for you there" Unless
have good light do not care much
about reading"
''Well, Sam, will tell you what TO
do. You come over to my house, to-
night, instead of going to the store, and
am sure that you will have nice
time. Won't you Gomez"
Yes, I'll come, just to see what makes
you think it so pleasant at home"
Promptly at seven o'clock Sam was on
hand, and as Johns mother told him to
sit down, and pushed low, cushioned
chair towards him, he thought to him
self that 1t looked real cozy in there. The
square table drawn out into the middle
of the floor so that all might sit around
it If they wished the large lamp that
gave such bright light that even the
old rag carpet that Mrs. Forest was afraid
would not last through the winter, look
ed better to Sam than did the new car
pet that his mother had just put down.
The fire, too, seemed to burn better than
1t did over in Sans house; how it did
snap and burn.
"That is sign of cold, father" said
Mrs. Forrest, "when the fire snaps like
that" at which they all laughed at
mothers still clinging to the old signs.
''Come, John, where is the book?"
asked his father. John brought the
book, and then Mr.. Forrest explained to
Sam what he had been reading, and af-
ter they were all seated, mother with
her knitting, Dora with her canvas and
zephyrs, while John got out his crochet
work; even If he was boy of sixteen
years old, he knew how to knit and Gro
chet, and he was not ashamed of it,
either.
Then Mr.. Forrest proceeded to read
how Mr.. Pickwick, with his friends,
went to visit Mr.. Wardle, and when he
came to where they were skating, and
poor Mr.. Pickwick fell into the pond,
Sam laughed until his face was so red
and his eyes SO full of tears, that it made
every one laugh to look at him.
AT half-past nine o'clock the book was
closed until another evening, and Sam,
after having promised to come again the
next evening, went home and went to
bed happier than he had been for long
time. AS he jumped into bed, he said,
aloud, II wish my father and mother
were like Johns. 1T was a great deal
better than listening to Bill White; he
swears So"
Fathers and mothers, make the long
winter evenings pleasant and happy for
the boys and girls. Let them have
plenty of light, and get the good books
to read, and if they are little noisy,
let it pass, and remember that those
same noisy boys and girls will soon be
men and women, and when they go
forth from the old home, they will take
with them the remembrance of happy
evenings when they were all together.
There are too many homes like SANS
and too few like the one have been
telling about Exchange.