The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1881-05-04

The woman crossed tho Kitchen floor
to meet Iycurc,,s ot The door and with
n scrutinizinp stnr a che so;d "Wolk in
an take chair. mn bo 10 homo while
YOU are here. Coma Bnshv fake his
things, my dear"
| Forth from his corner. bv the fire. the
husband came at her desire. His head
was bald, save here and there, stray lit.
tie tufts of griasled hair; his shoulders
stopped, his form was thin, his knees
were bent, his toes turned in he wore a
! long blue flannel frock, gray trousers,
and a satin stock; q cotton collar, tall
and queer, was rudely rumpled around
| hIomJ 90 f,rth bo rmt lie nnnJoroma
| hand md said. ct tL;nL COO Won wall
~ -
l nope you IL stay leetle speii; we re
| pam iolks mere nave You KNOW, -, ana
aoh go III Tor priue nor snow men,
mtcr stepping on thc c%'' he Wok 'he
'eacller 5 coat ana ii",' nc h''n8 1heni on
rusty il"ii anu picN'nH up HIS i''''NinU
pail, he slowly shutilcd out of doors and
went to do the evening chores.
Close by the tirelights cheerful glare
I.ycurgus drew the oasy-chair. The
S'N"rn S I VI r.'''M .n sl"lli 'n Th
lla,'i ,'c ",.'uN l'". oI' ' n u'"' i .h
Mo...u merry sonS ie ,nI,", nH"n T'o
,i'"rtn IIIt Er"S o"1 pulIeu' Mnnu' ny
'''c '''i'iin'S -coil'of snug '''c ''o'''' ''S
dozcd unon tho rur Among the chin
ncv.nieco of wood nm idle row If 0ot-
irons stood two coudlesticks in BRIGHT
array, pair of shutters and tray. The
tlme-worn clock tucked slowly on; 1t
struck me hours forever gone. Forever
gone, 1t seems to say" Forever gone,
from day to day, IN It's tall case OF
,a.,,, ,uo .uos ff,r roors s,uco u
oo,''ao '''' potu um ,,o wimdowo small
~ i;,,l' a. I,oL;,,u ,,Ioo. ryoo buno
"" 'o' I L.. hro,nm h;r5 with wincs ont'
vel y ,n"rohaJ On tba ocrolI. wor9 ovor-
p ppoa1, lp" oao .hoif 10 normon homo
~ lpi fo,,; Iu RIM hrmsh ond cnmh. above
sno ," ;na, bnnI,, Woo bmno lone frames
,ni.h r,U I'm th;o,Iv .trmn9 and aYei
,no', tfp ,ro,i 10 jrv ware wrooths NJ
upnn i,; Lont tor no
pI Tnrth from the bnttrv 10 the fire.
,ome Amt Rebecca McTntyre n swallow
~
splnster, somewhat old, whose mellow
age was seldom told; her hair was gray,
her nose was thin, it nearly touched her
toothless chin. Llfe's weary work and
constant care had worn face that once
was fair.
Each Sabbath morn, from spring to
spring, within the choir she used to sing,
in ancient bonnet. cloak, and gown, the
Oldest relics in tho town: beside the
choristor sbe stood and olways did the
host sLa could and vbile witb tuning-
fnrl ho lc1 sbo marked his movements
wifi hor bood her nasal voice rose sharp
and queer above the deep-toned viol
near.
She took the black pot from the crane,
removed the kettle from the chain, and
made the tea and chicken-broth, drew
ont the table, spread the cloth; then,
| from the table, bright and new, brought
| the best china edged with blue.
The chores were done, the feast was
spread: all took their seats and grace
was said They ate the savory chicken
stew. so juicy and so well cooked
through; before them, rich round dump
lings swan, on stcaming plates,
with cold boiled ham, with fcnthcry
biscuit, warm aud light with currant
| inn and honey. white and browning all
a good supply of yellow, neatly pump
kin-pie. Where such bounteons feast
is found who would not teach and
"board nround?"
The supper done. the father took from
off its shelf, the sacred Book. and read of
one who stillcd the sea one stormy night
in Galilce: then, kneclinQ down before
his chnir. ho asked tho heavenly Shop
herds care.
Soon from the group, with drowsy
| heads, the children started Tor ther
beds; took oil the nine shoes ihey WORE
and left them on the kitchen floor; then,
bidding all a fond good night, with
pattcring feet, they passed from sight.
Dear little feet, how soon they stray
from the old farmhouse far away; how
| the shining streets of gold, where every
hope is real and sure; where every heart
| is kind and pure; where every dream is
bright and fair,-O! may we meet our
loved ones therel
The farmer left his coy seat, with
Gathering slippers on his feet, went to
the cellar where he drew mug of cider,
sweet and new, and from his broad bins
brought the best and ripest apples for
his guest. Then, by the warm fires rud,
dy light, they fingered until late at
| night, strange legends told, and tales
that made them all feel nervous and
afraid.
But "Aunt Rebecca watched in vain
the curling smoke above the crane she
nodded, dozed, began to snore' she
| ,,,.,,nco n tho floor awake
dropped her knitting vi ai'e or a"u ANY, m"IH
| her eyelds heavier grew, hoSo "hu Oh