The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1881-04-02

lhiinPIl hnOulcf quarrel,
"Oh, dear me It is my wretch.
ed temper know It is,' sobbcd
Matte, after Marsh went out
"but he needn't have said so.
"lf ! only wasn't so blunt, . said
Marsh to himself with a sigh.
So things went from bad to
worse. Little mistakes were i'm.
agincd in terrible wrongs.
The ncighbors had their fill OF
gossip about the matter, and fin
ally, one day, when Marsh was
away, Matte thought the thing
over.
81 am a wretched little nui-
sance," said she mentally; 81
don't know why | am so either,
but ! cannot help it," she said,
despairingly, her eyes filing with
tears. "l've great mind to take
Neddie and 90 home. and stay
there. My shame couldn't be any
greater than it is."
She clasped the baby close in
her arms; and the tears fell fast
on his curly head.
Her heart seemed bursting with
in her, but she wrapped up the
child in her shawl, and with a
quickened step she fled the place
and hurried across the snow-cov-
cred field to her mothers.
whats the matter, child?"
asked her mother, as Matte, pale
and shiyering, appeared at the
door.
Don't ask me, mother" sobbed
the wretched little woman.
"You amt left home!"
"Yes, mother, forever"
"Don't say that to me. You
shall go back this instant" said
her mother, thinking OF the scan
dal that was sure to follow such
proceeding by her miserable
daughter.
"Oh. don't, mother" and Mat
tic looked the picture Of despair.
"Tell me about it, my child"
said the mother, melted into ten
derness 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 :"
and she fell sobbing beside her
mothers knee.
LET me advise you, my child,
said The mother, softly stroking
her daughters glossy hair. I've
passed through it all, and I'll tell
you a secret. There is almost GER
tain to be mistakes TO come up be-
tween husband and wife, and often
words are spoken that are regret
ted moment afterwards. But,
my child, such a word can do no
harm, if repcnted of and con-
fession made. If you have said
anything to wound your husbands
feelings. no matter what lie may
have said to you, go 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 delightful
than the hour Of your wedding,
Let me tell you Of little instance
in my own life"
And her mother told Of one OF
those little family differences that
come up between many worthy
couples. The story ended so pleas
antly that it soothed the tempest
in the breast Of the heart-sick
daughter.
After the story was done, Matte
still kneeled, resting her tired head
on her mother knee. Her mother
stroked her glossy hair in silence
for quarter OF an hour, but Mat
ties thoughts were busy. Sud-
denly she arose, took her child into
her arms and wrapped it close in
her shawl, and prepared to go,
"Where are you going, my
childi" asked her mother.
"To make my confession" an
swcred Matte, through her tears
"Ileaven bless you'" said hei
mother.
When Marsh Hunter came hom'
that night a pretty scene met hi'
view. The fire was burning bright
Ily on the hearth, and before !
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