The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1884-09-10
The Difference.
A perfect woman, nobly planned
To warn, to comfort, and command,
And yet spirit still and bright
With something OF an angel light.

-W0rdSUorth
"Laura, wouldn't speak in that pleas.
ant, familiar way to every rag-tag that
comes to the door. No real lady would
do it," pettishly remarked Mr.. Goodwin
with marked emphasis on the " lady "
to his wife one morning when he CHANGED
to hear her dismiss book agent, can
vasser for stove polish, an old woman with
a basket of laces, the grocer boy and the
bright little Penny Post"
81 know you wouldn't, Charlie, for the
simple reason that you couldn't" playfully
returned the wife. "You could no more
do it than | can help doing it, and that's
the difference. So / don't see but the one
flesh must needs be twain in this par.
ticular. A wise pen once wrote that it
was hard changing mans habits after
he reached forty, and | know no reason
why the same may not be true of women.
The principle based upon that old, old
idea To be kind is natures first, last
lesson to mankind has become so deeply
rooted and grounded i'm my being that
| certainly can make no change, even at
the hazard of not being real lady,"
Mr.. Goodwin WINGED and knit his
brows. He knew bis wife was more of a
lady than he was gentleman, but he had
the toothache, and must vent his ill-humor
somehow, and as his wife and old Tabby,
the cat, were the only objects that had
feeling around him, why of course they
must feel his stings. Just now Tabby
was doing under the stove dreaming per-
haps of the four kittens that had mysteri.
ously disappeared that morning; but she
was doomed to dissgreeable awakening
to the stern realities of life, for the slip
pered toe of Mr.. Goodwin was coming
down maliciously upon her tail, as he
made reply to his wife's last remarks.
"There is 80 much of the sickly senti-
mental about you women, it's enough to
disgust a" but the door was opened and
the milkman appeared. With scowl at
his wife and a grunt at the man, Mr..
Goodwins slippered feet disappeared with
his dressing-gown into the next room.
Notwithstanding, there was the same
cheerful ring to Mrs. Goodwin's "Good.
morning, Mr.. Lowell. A little late, aren't
you? Hope you can say your child is
better 2"
eyes, Miss Goodwin" said the old man,
slowly, "she's better-she's better off any
way. She left us last night at twelve
o'clock"
"Oh I'm so sorry for you. Did she
suffer much 2"
lawful, mum, awful. Seems If
couldn't hold my senses to see that limo.
cent thing rollin' an tossin' an calm
80 loud an earnest for her mother, an
then me, an then the boys, an we all
standin' right there. Seems if l never
saw anybody suffer 80 before, an that's
the way it was till she breathed her last
tell ye, Miss Goodwin, it's mighty hard
TO see them ye love takin' ON like that an
hev to stan by an can't lend a hand.
Talk about the justice of God can't
see any justice in maxim poor child like
that, that never done any harm in her life,
suffer such awful pain, and then she must
die after all"
at was not God, my good man, that
made your darling suffer 30, it was the
disease-that terrible disease. know all
about it, Mr.. Lowell. l .old you the
other day, you remember, that we lost