Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1883-04-05

kink- or other, instead of laying it up for
Aisk "a age! His new tangled notions
Hand him in the pOor-house yet, see
if they don'tp AH <2a =
at doesn't look. much ike. It yet,
afather,p said John, the eldest SOP, q.
youth Of sixteen, she seems to be max
ing money all the time Mary IS going
to the Milaale Seminary this fail, and
he is going TO send Dick away East
somewhere to learn to be a civil engineer.
Why don't you try. some. of his labor
saving ideas too, father? You wouldn't
have to work near so hard, and it must
,RR Pay needn't try to arg5s With nj
Gentleman Greene can make a be-friz-
zled, be-founced seminary. gIFl of his
daughter and a civil engineer Of his son,
| if il suits him; don't set myself up to
be any better than my, Did father was !;
his ways are gSed enough for me. He.
worked on this old place nigh on totwen-
ty years, and was satisfied to- earn, his
bread by the sweat of his brow; Pm VIII
ing to do the same, if l do have to work
ikea dogfog itgpn s
eyes, mute red John, as he rose from
thestable and walked hastily out to the
porch; eyes, and yeu- are willing to keep
poor mother and all the rest of us at it,
too. Kill her, and let us children grow
| MRdunces! I'd light out pretty quick if
it WASH for mother and dear little Het-
ty! IFS too bad to keep her out of school
to make a drudge of her, she learns so
fast and is so bright and pretty" And
catching up the milk pail, he hurried to
the tbarnyard with a surJy, dissatisfied
look on his boyish face.
"Giles," said Mrs. Gregory, in hest
! tating.way, after the men were gone, the
table cleared away and the baby asleep
in its cradle; don't see how in the world
I can get along with all my fall work
without some helpwith my sewing. Both
| you and John must have shirts and win
ter clothes made, and the children grow.
so fast that it takes half my time to let
| out and piece down for them. l do wish,
Giles that we could afford sowing ma
chine. There was an agent here te-day
who offers a good one for fifty dollars, IN
! easy payments. He told me"
rrsf' 'There, there; you needn't waste your
breath and time in repeating the sense
less palaver of some city popinjay, who
| is too proud and too lazy to work with
| his white hands and earn an honest liv-
| ing, and so sticks on a paper collar,
|
simpletOns into buying those gathering
treadhill things My mother never
| heardItell of such thing in her day! She
was satisfied to do her work with the
tools natter provided for her. She cut
and made, and spun and knit for us all
with her own bands, and she wasn't too
| stuck.up to do her own scrubbing and
soap making, either. If she'd lived she
could show you what it is to do good,
honest work"
d ''Perhaps, Giles, she would have lived
longer if She hadn't worked so hard. You
know she was still a young woman when
| she died.n %@ ~ -~s
II don know, Mafy,I dent know
about that. I reckon the good Lord
| don't take none of us till our time comes
| She was a good woman, mother was, and
things didn't go we'll with us boys after
| she died." and Mr.. Gregory rose with a
| sigh, knocked the ashes from his pipe, and
tdepositing it on the clock-shelf in the
corner, seated himself in silence.
fAI For a long time nothing more was said
The jogging f~thee cradle kept time to
the monotonous click tick" of the clock,
and back in tie. shadows sat Giles Greg
DRY, entertaining an unwelcome and un-
| wOnted visitor. He was arraigned be-
! fore the bar of Conscience and Memory
was reading to him the bitter things re
4 corded in the book of the past. She
whispered him to look back to the days
of his boyhood, to call to remembrance
1 the quiet, patient life that had, indeed,
| gone out early in its day. only because
the hearts best food, love and sympathy,
were. withheld altogether, or grudgingly
given, by those to whom she had, as wife
and mother, the best and. hottest right to
! look for it. All, hew~lille a sac, accusing
| angel, that mothers face came up before
| him at the tribunal to which his
sawakened conscience had summoned
him.
Il Memory reminded him of the dreary
years that followediher loss-years filled
with ,carelessness and neglect on the
! fathers part, and utter indifference, if
not positive dislike, on the part of the
motherless children. She, said to him:
| whatsoever. a man soWeth, that also
shall he rear" and asked him if he was
! not sowing the seed for a like harvest in
| the hearts of his own children? Then
she whispered to him to look at the thin,
weary face before him; a face loving and
1 patient, but scanned with the sad lines of
| care and premature ageCr and contrast it
with. that of the pretty, @rosy-cheeked,
bright-eyed girl whom he had promised
before God to cherish, love and comfort
so long as Efelasted,- and she asked him
how he had redeemed his pledge. She
held before hiseyes mirror, in which he
might see himself in all his repulsive self
ishness-his willful, stubborn ignorance
-rRnd he shrank from the picture syOhy
faithful COnscience-blessed Memory
well are you doing your work!
Slowly and gently the hand zOf the
angel of repentance is feeling the. way to
the blessed fountain whose waters have
so long lain sealed. Softly the stout bar
riers are withdrawn, and its warm tides
wash over the world-calloused heart like
4 healing food, melting all the hardness
and bringingup from the stony, neglected
soil the late but sweet blossoms of bender
ness and love. - - "a
''Mary," said he, suddenly-and there