The Panola weekly star., 1882-08-26
MRS. YOUyGs SACRIFICE.

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MRS. YOUNGs SACRIFICE.
The autumn winds had begun 10 blow
chilly; the dahias and asters -tiose
flowers Of departing sea.on-,urncd
their hardy faces full toward the chill
air. aud refused 10 believe that summer
was, indeed, quite over, and winter near
nj hand.
Mrs. Young sat In her tidy kitchen.
with her work for once living Idly on her
knee Her fingers, which still held the
needle. were pushing II, absently, In
and out the folds Of her large. white
apron. while her eyes stared yacantly
out At the dahlias and asters, without
noticing that thny were there.
The Kitchen was model Of perfect
cleanliness and good order From the
neat rag-carpet that covered the floor 10
the simple white curtains, with their
dainty edging Of home knitting, every.
thing spoke of busy hands and simple
domestic taste.
Mrs. Young herself was in keeping
with the poin. A smooth-faced. brown.
haired. placid.browed woman. In whose
whole aspect was written the story oi
nm honest pare, helpful life; but to-day
q cloud rested upon the clear white
forehead, droop was noticeable about
the quiet mouth. and the calm brown
eyes had red aud swollen lids, which
told plainly of mind disturbed
ats too badr' she said aloud. nd.
dressing the Haunting flowers e don't
know how | can refuse. but ] don't
think It's Just. and never shall have
worked hard. and have done my very
best. and IL no more than right that |
should enjoy the fruit Of my labors after
all these years. aud Mrs Young
glanced with pardonable pride at her
snug, cosy kitchen. and on through the
hali.opcn door into the best room. with
It's hsir-cloth sofa and rosewood table
the pride of her heart
"Mother Young never liked me,
neyerf' she continued. siill aloud.
when We were first married. and John
brought me home. she was never tired
oil laughing al every little blunder. and
telling John that was about the daBIbca
hand at housekeeping she had ever
seen. and seemed 10 care for nothing
but to fix up!
"of course I was awkward. for
never did anything but teach before
was married. but she might have told
me how 10 do better. instead Of laugh
ing at me. Aud when George was q
baby. why. believe she fairly hated
me because ! would put little white
dresses on him instead OF the hoTid red
calico ones she used 10 dress her boys
IN: | couldn't help ~ Goodness knows.
! worked hard enough 10 make
them and keep them sIl clean; but
] would have worked harder stlll.
before ] would LEI my dear little baby
look like such fright
"idon't see how | can be expected
10 love her very much. even II she Is
Johns mo,herl And 10 think Of her
coming here 10 make Il her homel
can't bear u, can't | can't.
Tears filed The brown eyes once
more. and would. perchaHee have beeu
but the first drops Of \ heavy shower.
had not a sharp click Of the garden gate
caused her TO look hastily out and a.
hastily dry her eyes.
Dear mer' she said. folding her
work up neatly, and sticking the needle
carefully ON the red flannel tomato cush.
Ion. and winding the thread securely
around u. placing the whole in the ca.
pacious work-basket. "there are Geor.
gle and Jimmie home from school Al.
ready John will be coming in from
the mill soon. and tea won't be ready n
don't hurry"
80 Mr. Young donned 4 clean
checked apron and lighting Gre In the
cook stove. that shone Ike black dia.
mond. began 90 hustle around prepar.
Ing tea. George and Jimmie had no,
entered the house when thsy came from
school. but had gone around tho house
and directly 10 the mill. whore their
father was at wurk. Tea was nearly
ready when father and sons entered to.
geiber.
.'Well. mother. how goes itF' was
Georgiefs salutatiop; while Jimmle's
hrst question was-"lsn't tea most
feadyf'
Gently, boysr' demonstrated the
father. smilingly. "Julie. yoawill have
10 shut these boys up unless they
keep stlil; they make more noise than
the mill" and Mr.. Young hurried into
the wsshroom 10 battle his handsome.
honest face aud brawny hands. and
brush The luxurious crop II hair. which
time had begun 10 sprinkle with silver.
but not 10 rob of its richness and curl.
Ten minutes later. and the family
was seated around the COSY table. par.
taking. with the good appetiies Of per.
feet health. Of the light. white bread.
the firm cool butter. slices Of ham.
home made cake. and wholesome canned
fruit
III seems 10 me. Julie. your bread
grows better and better" said Mr..
Young. helping himself for tho third
time.
And seems 70 me. mother, thcs,
pluns are the very best plums In the
whole world" said Jim. with his mouth
full.
ms my opinion. +" remarked George,
that mother does frsrtfhing jusl
riehtI' uh<reupon Mr.. Young and jim
aes3s1' !. ps''6cs concurrence with 'ha'
Mn Yodng's face flushed with pleas
NJ. on1 the rrbcIlious thoughts sbs
- heen her guests all dny rvfreste,
- a. backrround. for where 4 III
rCally GDod womnn who can listen b
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