Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1883-07-21
offers a good one for $50 in easy payments.

proud and too lazy to work with his white
hands aad earn an honest living. and SO
sticks on paper collar, greases his curly
hair, an ] sets out to gull simpletons into
buying those gathering treadmill things
My mother never heard tell Of such a
thing IN her day She was satisfied to do
her work with the tools nature provided
for her. she cut and made. and spun and
knit for rs all with her own hands, and
ahe wasn't tee stuck up to dc her OWE
serubbing and soap-making either. II
she'd lived abe could show you what It Is
TO do good, honest work. "
Perhaps, Gties, she would have lived
longer If she Ia 3n'g worked so hard. You
know she was still & young woman when
she died"
- don'5 know, Nary don't know
about that, reckon the good Lord don't
take none Of US tlil our time comes. She
was good woman, mother was, and things
DIDN'T gvwell with US boys after she died, q"
and Mr. Gre DRY rose wish a sign. knocked
Tue ashes from his pipe, and, depositlng it
OF the clock shelf IL the corner, ssa.ed
himself in silence.
For long time nothing more vas said.
The logging of the cradle kept time TO the
m)not0uous tick-tick Of the clock, and
hack in the shadows sat Giles Gregory, en-
teftainiug az unwelcome and unwonted
visitor. He was arT1igbed before the bar
Of conscience, and memory was reading to
him tins bitter things recorded in the book
of the past. Sac whispered him to look
back TO tho days Of his boyho5d, to call TO
remembrance the quiet, patient life thaS
had, indeed, gone cut early II its day, cnly
because the hearts best toOd-love and
svmcathy-were withheld altogether, or
grulginsiy given, by these to whom she
/ had, as wife and mother, the best and
hottest right 10 look for it. All, how like
sad, sccaaing angel that mothers face
came up before min at the tribunal to
which hIs awakened conscience had sum.
mcred him.
Memory reminded him of the dresry
years that followed her loss-years filled
with careies mess and neglect on the faith
ers part, ald utter Indifference, if nos posi-
tive dislike on the part of the motherless
children. Sae said to him, Whatsoever
man soweth. that shall he also reap, and
asked him # he was not sowing the seed
for Ike 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 patient, but scanned with
the sad lines OF care and premature old
age, and contrast it with that Of the pretty,
rosy checked, bright. eyed girl, whom he
had promised before God TO cherish, love
and comfort so long as life lasted, and she
asked him how he had redeemed his pledge.
She held before his eyes a mirror, IN which
he might see himself in all his repulsiye
selhshness. his willful, stubborn ignorance,
and he shrsnk from the picture. Ga, faith.
| fHl conscience-blessed memory-Well are
you doing your work
Slowly and gently the hand of the angel
OF repentance is feeling the way to the
blessed fountain whose waters have so long
lain sealed. Softly the stout barriers are
Withdrawn, and its warm tides wash over
| the world calloused heart like a healing
I flood, melting all the hardness, and bring
| ing up from the stony, neglected soil, the
late but sweet blossoms of tenderness and
! love.
MARY" said he suddenly-and there
was a strange huskiness in his voice-''5he
| children are all quiet, s'pose we go over tc
neighbor Greenes a little while -
why Giles" she said, with sur.
prised, gratiied look. "Id like ever Sc
much to go, bus don't see how can.
must get Tommy's pants done tonight"
d" Let it go this time visit will do you
good. You look clean tuckered out with
your work"
Wondering greatly at her husbands I'm.
wonted mood, and with 2 confused idea
that there must be mistake somewhere,
she quickly donned bonnet and shawl,
called Hetty from her nook up stairs, where
she was rsvsling IN the stories that were
to her SO many elimpses into veritable
d" fairy land, " bsd5 her miBd we H5ele
oDes, and was soon cordially welcomed and
| comfortably seated in the coy parlor at
Mrs. Greene's.
The sharp contrast between their own
! bare living room and this pretty little nook
| gave another twinge to the already smart.
! ing conscience of the awakening penitent.
| Here were books, pictures, games and toys
Tor the children ; an open melodeon, with
a music book on the rack, stood at enc eide
of the room upon the table lay a goo6ly
! supply of solid and miscellaneous reading
for the older heads; and in one corner,
carefully covered, stood the pride of Mrs
Greene's heart, the sewing machine.
After the weather and farm matters had
been duly discussed, politics touched upon
and various items of neighhoThood interest
interchsnged, there came little pause
which was broken by Mr.. Gregory, who
said, with a shy glance at his wife and {
little awkward hesitation:
So say, Greene, I've come over here t.
make a sort of confession. I've been hav
ing a little experience meeting with ny
own thoughts to night; been looking a
myself as s'pose others look at me, in
sort Of looking glass. as it were. and Tn
free to confess that I've had the pleasure Q
making the acquaintance of cantankerou
old eurmudgeon-so to speak. I've been
going on, year in and year out, trampinl
on the hearts and feelings Of my wife anC
children keep still, Mary, you've no cal
to deny it it's just tNe truth I'm telling
hardening them and hardening myself, too
until l seem to have forgotten, somehow
that the good Lord. when He made me, in
tended me to be man don't know VIVA
it means, but l seem to be just turned al
about. | reckon, maybe, it was thinking
of my mother that has melted me, so Il
speak, You can just mark this down
neighbcr Greene. Giles Gregory hal
looked at his own heart TO some purpose
to night. I'm going to begia over again
and Try to have a home like yours here
Ny children shall have books and toys anC
gimcracks, too, and my wife is going Il
have sewing machine yes, sir, two o
'em if she Gays So There, there, Mary
Sho', now, if it amt curious thing that ;
woman will CRY just as hard when shei
glad as when she's sorry. No, sir, ain
crying myself, eisber. I've got pesky
cold in my head, and it makes my eyeI
troublesome, that's all. ~ Detroit News.
A GENUINE WHIP.SNAKR Mr.. D. B
Taylor, of Pineville township, killed 6
genuine whip-snske on the plantation Of