Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1894-03-10

q pright-eyed, rosy-cheeked woman; n
woman with the look of one who can
both plan and accomplish large things.
"Well?" she questioned.
81 want dinner early" he said. "I'm
going to town this afternoon. Abner'l
be here, too. set him to plowing in
the south lot this morning."
But Dick, you're not going off
without cutting the wood?" called Mol
ly, as he took up the gun he had stood
against the fence, and, whistling to
his dog sauntered across the field
'"Dick!" she called again; but he did
not turn or look back; and Molly,
catching up the baby girl that was
clinging to her dress, ran lightly down
the steps and around the corner of the
house to the wood-pile.
There We're several big logs that Dick
had hauled from the woods just after
New Years, when he was turning
over a new leaf" Against the saw
horse idly leaned the ak and the saw,
like old cronies that were trying to
wink at the gudeman's sins of omis-
sion. But not stick of wood ready
for the stove was anywhere visible.
WELL" said Molly, Pm sorry, but it
must be DONE" The song of robin
Auttered out upon the air-such tri-
umphant burst of melody that the
baby clapped her hands and laughed.
"Oh," said Molly, little Robin sings
as if he was glad to get back home
again, doesn't he, Jessie?"
such wonderful morning it wasl
Everything seemed to be rejoicin g in
the new awakening of ma ture. Far
off, in the shadows of the woods, and in
some sequestered fence corners, Molly
could see the snow-drifts that still
fingered, as If 10th to leave such a
glad, beautiful earth.
But there was work waiting to be
done, and only one pair of hands to do
it. They were strong, resolute hands,
and Molly hurried back into the house,
setting herself to the tasks before her
with the deft fingers and wise fore
thought that always seemed to work
such miracles In her homely world
Little Jessie followed her about, watch
ing with grave, sweet eyes while her
mother skinned the cream from the
long row of shining pans in the milk
room and prepared the mornings
AcIl, Wull0 SIG C0urneu
and the little one quietly amused her.
self, Molly planned the days cam
paign; or rather, reinforced her cour-
age for the attack already planned,
with reasons that seemed to her both
strong and just The churning done,
Jessie was at her side begging to be
rocked to sleep.
''Sing, Hush, mamma" she said,
laying the bright head against her
mothers hand, that she had taken in
both her own.
Molly drew her rocking chair near
the south window. and, with Jessie
cuddled close in loving arms. crooned
softly to her sweet old hymn that has
soSthed so many childish hearts:
Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber;
Holy angels guard thy bed"
1t was not part of Molly's wisdom to
deny herself or her child the exquisite
pleasure this afforded Whatever might
be said in support of the theory and
practice of disciplining the little ones
to forego this ''coddling," Molly's true
and tender mother heart was its own
law glver. and with reverent joy she
tasted daily of this cup of blessing; the
purest and sweetest that life coulS ever
bring. She knew that she had never
come SO near to Heavens bliss us this.
Bhe knew the same ecstatic joy tina;
Mary felt when she cradled in hes arm1