The Grenada gazette., 1888-01-07
A SABBATH MORNING.
Husband and Wife---Pathetio Story
Of q Last Parting.

1t was beautiful morning, the al
clear. cool, and bracing after the hea
of the summer. and the little family
~sin the vine-covered cottage were as
tonished, upon wakening. to find tina
the sedate old clock in the corner ha(
tick-tocked its hands around to th'
eight.
mo church for me this morning.
said the wife, with little sigh Of dis
appointment, as she hurriedly made
her moraiag toilet. She was neal
little body, and still dressed as care
fully for her husbands eyes as in the
happy courting days, now so long
since passed by.
'.Now, Mollie,' said the husband
an hour later, as they sat at the cheer.
ful breakfast table. tastefully set with
crystal and silver. and with dainty
bouquet of brilliant geraniums in the
center, Il will act as Bridget this
morning, and you shall 60 to church, y"
and he poised spoon upon the edge
of his coffee-cup.
"And leave you at home alonep"
replied Molle as she folded her nap
kin, Il don't like that. Horace"
To tell the truth, Mollie, feel just
a bit lazy this morning, and need a
little kitchen exercise TO brighten up"
he replied with a smile, and reaching
for big kitchen apron that hung up
on a peg.
Horace. fear you're not WE'LL"
said Mollie, looking at him in vague
alarm. 1t was such an unusual thing
for the tall, stalwart husband to plead
guilty of laziness, that she received the
statement with uneaslness.
Pooh! little woman. don't you
worry yourself one moment about
me-" he responded. gaily, making
fourishment of clearing off the table;
but as he stopped in emptying the
coffee grounds from the pot, deadly
pain shot through his breast, blanch-
ing his face, and causing him to reel
blindly for amoment, but fortunately,
as he thought, Mollie's, back was
turned, and he was himself again
before she observed there was any thing
amiss.
There's that chicken we were to
have for dinner" she called from the
bedroom where she was making the
bed, I'VE shall have to give it up as it
is TOO late
Not at all, my DEAR" said the hus-
band. cheerily. Il am an expert in
chicken, aud I'll have it boiling in Just
no time, Mrs. Mollie, SO please don't
cast any more reflections on my culi-
nary skill.
He was as good as his word, and the
fowl was neatly cut up and cooking
over the fire, when Mollic, tastefullv
dressed in her trim black silk, with its
snowy laces at throat and wrists, came
into the kitchen.
The church bell rang as she fitted on
her bonnet before the little mirror and
as she hastily drew on her gloves, she
looked about the orderly kitchen with
honse-wifely pride.
'Indced, Horace, you make capital
Bridget" she said, playfully. as She
took in the details of the room, with
its well-brushed hearth. clean floor, the
old-fashioncd lounge, covered with
chintz, near the door, the big cush-
ioned armchair in the corner, and the
round stand by it, on which lay the
wcll-worn Bible. which no tardiness In
rising ever prevented them from read
ing. revercntially and prayerfully. in
the morning.
She hurried away. with a parting |
in regard to burned chicken.
a. the bell was tolling its last strokes,
with the little room photographed on
her memory.
How good he is to me, " shethough', |
with tender smile upon her lips, as
she hastcned toward the church. 'and |
] forgot TO kiss him goodbye" she
continued, regretfully. half stopping
with an irresoluto thought; show
foolish! it Is too late to 60 back, even
II it were not silly for such an elderly |
couple to be SO affectionate. but I'll
never be so careless again." she con-
cl'lded, mentally, with sigh.
The preacher chos, for his text.
'.Let not your hearts be troubled; ye
believe in God. believe also in Me.
IN My Fathers house are many man
'iona." and her thoughts went back
o the little home she had Just left,
with tho loved presence in II, and she