The Forrest City times., 1893-10-27

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 It was one warm day in March that the little old lady's cup seemed full to overflowing. Matilda had gone to town. and the children were unusually quar- relsome and boistrous. The grand mother had reproved them mildly, and at last she spoke a little sharply.
 "Brothers and sisters shouldn't wrangle the hull time. You ort to say a decent word to one nuther onct in awhile, anywaysr' she said.
 Lucy, the chief culprit, tossed her head disdainfully.
 "I guess you needn't to talk. grand ma. Mamma says you and grandpa al- ways lived like cats and dogs"
 '.hnd you're Twin off papa, now, too" added George, emboldened by his sisters example, and not particular as to whether his remarks were called for or not.
 Mrs. Paine sat very still for a mo- ment. Then bright red spot famed on each cheek, and gathering up her knitting she slowly went to her room upstairs.
 Yes, it was true. But what had CIuScu 1UCy NOunR and for love only, for neither had any worldly wealth. How had the trouble commenced? She could not remember exactly, but the children were the main causes. The babies came fast and the mother had to work hard. Sick ness and hard work do not sweeten a woman's temper. The father was inn patient and easily ebuffed-that was how it commenced.
 Then the jarring eliminated in one great quarrel, when Henry, the oldest, was sent away to school. His father wanted to hire him out when he was seventeen, but the mother was ambi- tious and Henry had finished the course at the village academy with high hon. OrS.
 He was thirsting for more study-a bright handsome lad, and his mother was so proud of him-and he went away to college. But never again was l there peace between the parents. At college Henry was converted to religion and decided to study for the ministry then he was stricken with typhoid fever, and the greater part of his moth er's heart was buried with him in the village cemetery.
 The poor little faded mother sat there recalling the long-lost years, now with thrill, now with pang, earthly am- bitions and death-despairs strangely mingled, and not noting the silence in the rooms below until the sun was near setting. Then Matilda's voice was call ing through the house and the mother awoke from her reveries and went down stairs
 'Where are the children?" demanded Matilda, sharply.
 ''Now, declar 1 dunno confessed her mother, shamefacedly. Well, mother. It does seem to me, as much as do for you, you might look after them better. It's all you've got to do. There's no telling what mischief they're in.''
 And again the old lady went to her room in silence and with burning cheeks. When they called her to SUD- per she said she was not hungry, and, as Lucy and George were in dire dis grace and sent to bed supperless, Ma tilda and her husband ate alone. "Mother always did have such disa- greeable temper-stubborn and sulky. If she had been milder with father they would have lived more like other people," said Matilda, indifferently. when explaining the cause of her moth CTS absence.
 ''l wouldn't keer so much" the old lady was sobbing to herself upstairs. If only pap he'd sent me some little word that he wanted to see me. Chll- drens most alters ungrateful any ways, specially them that's he'd the most done fur 'em, an I've wor ked my life out for mine.
 But wouldn't a had 'em if it hadn't a been for love of pap, an don't think he'd ort to forgit me now!"
 Down in the city the warm spring days awoke a new restlessness in old Mir. Paine. His daughter Jane was as kind to him as a kind daughter could be. Her children were taught to ad- dress him respectfully and to wait on his every wish because he was their grandparent. But the warm sunshine called up visions of the country home where the grass would be just deepen ing into green again and the maple boughs bursting with buds.
 He had always had lettuce bed just through at this time. And the spring longings recalled the days of youth and the little children who had played about him as he weeded and hood in his garden, and the busy mother often taking time from her own work to help him. But she had always scolded so much, he muttered defiantly to himself. and was ever So detarmined to have