The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1886-03-12
KIND WORDS.

"a word lasts longer than marble
slab," is a proyerb the truth of whicl
once comprehcnded would make us careful
that our words should be kindly. 1t wa,
the twenty-fifth anniversary of Mrs
Ms wedding day, but she had not re
membered it, Her husband came in mucl
later than usual
'What in the world kept you so long?,
She asked, in an rritated Tone
81 stopped at the jewelers. on my way
home to select for you dozen nut picks. =
'You might have spared yourself the
trouble, don't want any nut picks. We
have some now that have never been
used .
"Well, We are going up to daughter
this evening; III take them to her
''She's welcome to them | don't want
them. But think if you had any money
to throw away you might have found a
better way to waste it.
There was some other bitter words, for
Mrs. NJ certainly was all ''out Of
sorts, but when she, in company with her
good natured husband, had reached their
daughters house her irritation had some
what spent itself.
Here daughter, the gentleman said.
Il picked out a beautiful case Of nut picks
for your mother but she will not have
them SO present them to You.
The daughter took the package, and, be-
side the nut picks. united tho wrapping
and touched the spring of the satin ease.
There in the dainty folds Of pale blue lay
beautiful enameled gold watch
Then how ashamed was the wife at her
petulance and how much she would have
given TO have recalled her unkind words.
Perhaps the husband was satisfied with the
humble apology she offered as she thanked
him for his exquisite gift but wondered
if it would always be to her a reminder
that she should speak pleasant works.
j was reading only this morning in the
CA,tstjlhs Statesman pleasant incident on
this very line The story is told by an old
doctor, and believe will give it to you
in his own words
Zone day-a long, hot day it had been.
tool met my father on the road to town.
g j wish yon would take this package to
the village for me, JIM he said hesitat-
ing.
CHOW, was boy of twelve. not fond
of work and was just out of the hay field.
where had been at work since daybreak.
1t was two miles into town. I wanted to
get my supper and TO wash and dress for
singing school.
My first impulse was to refuse, and to
do it harshly. for | was yexed that he
should ask me after long days work.
If | did refuse he would go himself He
was gentle, patient old man. But some
thing stopped me--one of Gods good
angels, think
. OF course, father, III take it, | said.
heartily, giving my scythe to one of the
men. He gave me the package.
THANK you, Jim, he said. ! was
going myself but somehow l don't feel
very strong to-day.
III HRlht VI W it4i MT 10 t1lt TbItl bildI
turned off to the town. As he left he put
his hand on my arm, saying again: Thank
you, my son. You've always been
good boy to me. Jim.
Il hurried into town and back again.
when l came near the house | saw
crowd of farm hands at the door. One of
them came to me, the tears rolling down
his face.
"'Your father, he said. 'fell dead just
as he reached the house. The last he
spoke was to you,
Tn an old man now, but have thank
ed God over and over.again, in all the years
that have passed since that those last words
were; You've always been good boy to
me-
One never regret kinds words uttered
but there is no sorrow more keen than the
memory of ungentle words spoken to those
who have gone TO where we can never show
them love or tenderness any more
Christian Adp0cafe