Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1881-03-16
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the fur lot for dinner, iJl.|.
Well III Try, she said, hopelessly'
as she slipped her shoes OF 80 she
might step softly and with more com
fort. All We working women know
what q task II 10 10 bring q disordered
kitchen into pealness. especially wien
little children have beep,abouL First
she strained tho milk, saving one quart
with which TO mix tho bread, tor the
yeast was set the night before and had
svsu puupl'og Tor the'laa, wo i'oura !
she mixed It and set II IN the warm
sunshine, and then STATED q Hire and
made ieod of skim milk for the noisy
frolicsome calves that ran IN tho door
yard, Then she swept aud picked up
the playlhings after the children, hung
up the coats aud aprons, aud sel their
old shoes away and moved their sleds
ard wagons from about the doors
While the dlshwater was heating
she hurried up stairs and made the
beds then washed the dishes, and
went down cellar and skinned the
milk, There was cream enough
for chVrning, the churn was scalded
and then left with pail Of cold water
standing in il SO as 10 bo fresh and
ready. BY this time the baby woke
and cried, and the tired little mother
was compelled to sit down aud take
hlm In her sheltering arms.
In half 40 hour he was ready to sit
Oh the floor on quilt, aud she left
him long enough to carry threeor four
pals Of skinned milk TO the pigs
two pallsiulls at the time and she went
on the run. She always I'D the pigs,
when she asked her husband once TO
carry the milk 10 the pen on his way
10 his work, he said: That belongs
To n w0nans work, man whose name
is put up for commissioner should rot
be asked to slop pigs-,ha''' a little
too steep. 1t was no trifling JOB to
feed those pigs the pen had been
made ont of some old house logs, and
the opening through which the pals
had to be Flied before they could be
empticd wa, go high mp th"t it came
lust even with her neck, and was only
wide enough to admit the pail with
the bail laying down. Twice when
she was dressed up clean she had the
unsteadiy poised pail tipped back and
poured the contents upon her, from her
neck down to her little feet as by n
water spout. 90
Wi,hal the little mother was quite
patient, and almost every day could
her unframed voice he heard, even
down to the lever field and the school
house, "a charge to keep have or
"God moves in mysterious way
But before another year change
came The strong hard man, her hus-
band was stri cken down with typhoid
fever and tor weeks lay balancing be.
tween life aud death. His recovery
was very slow, and his convalescenee
irksom 4; no prison walls could have
been gloomier than the home walls
that held him prisoner. Day after
day the patter Of his Wite's patient lit
tie feet fell upon his ear he could
hear them up stairs and down, now
here now there, her voice always kind
and tender, her hands ever ready to
minister to her dear ones, her words
full Of consolation, and love and cheer
John Jones was not wholly unim-
pressible slowly the scales fell from
his eyes, tho light came, and he was
as born into a higher and better life.
He drew his bony hands across his
eyes often the sign made him catch
his breath suspiciously, and he mar
yelled much that he had walked be-
side this little woman for fourteen
years and not know that he was mated
with an angel unaware. His voice
grow softer, tenderer; his great talony
hands touched her forehead, and her
hair lovingly as would . woman's-
touched her as though he was atrald
she would fade away a white midst.
Weeks afterwards, when he was
able to ride out, the old, whimsical
buggie, that mad done service in the
days Of his church going parents, was
made comfortable bya soft woolen
blanket and an armtull Of sweet smell.
ing straw. John didn't tell where he
was going, but he looked wise, and
his mouth had a jerky Icok about the
corners, that seemed to say, You just
let me alone know what | am about.
1t was evening when he came home.
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