The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1881-03-25

shame couldn't be any greater than il
is"
She clasped the baby close in her
arms; and the tears fell fast Oh his curly
head
Her heart seemed bursting within her,
but she wrapped the child in her shawl,
and with a quickcncd step she fled the
place and hurried across the snow-cuy-
cred fields TO her mothers
What's the matter, child?' asked hor
mother as Matte, pale and shiycring,
I appeared at the door.
Don't ask me, mother" sobbed the
wrotchcd little woman.
"Iou amt left homer
"lcs, mother forever"
Don't say that to me. You shall go
back this instant" said her mother,
thinking of the scandal that was sure to
follow such proceeding by her misera-
bic daughter
"Oh, don't mother, and Matte looked
the picture of despair.
Tell me about it, my child" said
the mother melted into tenderness by
the look.
Then Matte, through her tears, told
her mother all, and ended with these
pitiful words
"But, oh, mother, do love him, the
father 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.
"Lct me advise you, my child" said
the mother, softly stroking her daugh-
tors glossy hair 1--WE passed through
it all, and I'll tell you secret. There
is almost certain to be mistakes come up
between husband and wife, and ofnte
words are spoken that are regretted
moment afterwards. But, my child, such
a word can do no harm, if repented of
and aconfcssion made. If you have said
anything To wound your husbands feel
ings, no matter what he may have said
to you, so and tell him you are sorry,
and ! know that he will not only forgive
YOU, but will beg you to forgive him.
The hour that follows will be more de
lighful than the hour of your wedding.
Let me tell You of Il little instance in nv
own life.
And her mother told of one of those
little family differences that come up be
tween so many worthy couples The
story ended 50 pleasantly that it soothcd |
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 strokod her
glossy hair in silence for quarter of an
hour, but Matte's thoughts were busy.
she arose, took her child into
her arms and wrapped it close in her
shawl, and prepared to go.
"Where are you going, my childg"
asked her mother
"To make my confession" answered
Matte, through her tears.
Heaven bless you !" said her mother.
When Marsh Hunter came home that
night pretty scene met his view. The
fire was burning brightly on the hearth,
and before it stood Matte, dressed in
neat calico wrapper with snowy collar
and cuffs, and a scarlet bow of ribbon at
her throat Baby sat on his pallet be-
fore the fire, growing Justify, and beat
ing the floor with tin rattle.
Supper was on the table, and the tea
was stcaming on the hearth. Marsh was
cold, but such scene warmed him. He
went straight to the pallet and commen-
'ed romp with the baby. Matte went
md knclt there, too, determined to make
ler confession, but she did not know
how to commence. 1t was very easy to
link of beforehand, but when the time
'ame she was lost, There was an awk-
ward pause; then both spoke at once,
"NIattie, I've been"
"Marsh, I'm sorry"
Their eyes met, and each saw the ten
lerness in those of the other; all was now
old in an instant. Both made their con
ession.
Marsh opened his arms and Matte fell
obbing on his breast, while baby looked
m in amazement. From that hour they
we're the happicst of couples,
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