Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1895-02-07

COME to soy s,.,.l;' auj he tool, down
his Hst-to r,s- Asui, 'le his mu&iug.
It..e u.a. tears 10 Mrs. IAn0u'"n +
ewes, uut she eroNt.,u ta,n nraN,l, rHr>,
Il .U tste, hard 40 -,-l-N The ,IHlF III 'ltf
+ vpiee.a> she said Pleading y; 'i 5e,'Sc ie
give the money 10 get them. hol ''t.
Grover has got some real pretty ones
and yaeap, Too; | can get al j -1tia nee"
fer four dollars.
.'WclI, guess tiroyer'ii keep EN- for all
me, I've rot no lour dotjar- to spare.
f furniptr 10 90 out. ''Rv-t te-hv. look lug
back from the door, Jones and Lee, ana
/ Hubbard will be here to dinner, ana per
haps To supper. We want to get all Tue
south. meadow down to-day, II We can.
Grass Is stout this year, there's third
f more than there was last. And Hubbard
wants six pounds of butter tonight
+ don't forget to have it ready; ana with
t these words he went out, leaving ms lie
to her long, Weary days work, darkehed
and made distasteful by her dlsappolnt-
ment. She was both grieved and angry.
1t WAS little thing, perhaps. but IL Is ne
little things that delight and annoy.
Life looked very bare and homely to
Jane Thompson that summer day w IL
all her love of ease, and beauty. and sym
metry, how rude, and coarse, and hard
f looked all her surroundings. ii was only
one long monotonous round OF homely
toll, unrelieved by any of the sWeetnesses
and graces that might make every ton
pleasant. She did not often think OF IT,
but she remembered that day, with the
faintest lit lie stir of regret that she might
have been far differently situated; and as
she looked up to the pretty French cottage
on The hill, EN- powered in a perfect forest
/ of blossomlng vines. and caught the cool
CLEAN of urn and fountain, someting like
a sigh trembIed on her lips" Squire
j Burnham's wife didn't have to beg for a
( 1, doll lore bot shtaf q q
to set table decently,' she thought BIT
i terly
And then, as one does hen they feel
grieved she remembered score of other
j things, equally needful and equally with
in her means-for Robert Thompson was
not poor man, by any means-W Inch had
been as churiishly refused. There was
the parlor carpet, it was half cotton. and
faded and thread bare at that; and the pa
per had been on ever since she was
child, and WAS stained where 1t had leaked
down last winter, and yet Robert SAID
lit is well enough for hat little they
used it, and absolutely refused to get
cit her. And so of q score of other things,
which she remembered that morning rs
she toiled through all the long, sultry
forenoon, with an aching head and DIS
couraged heart.
" hat did it matter TO her II the grass
was heavy. and butter up to forty cents a
pound? Ii only brought her more and
harder work, and no recompense save her
bare board and clothing. she could earn
more han hat in any other man house.
well she had ne business to marry
Robert Thompson, she SAID moodlly, to
herself her slender wrists aching from
beating over the butter for Hubbard,
E every body always said he HHS close ami
ehreWd and prOphesitd that he would be
rich some dAy-What did she care TOR
riches, if they didn't do her any good
didn't make her life any falrer or softer
She was not fitted to be farmer wife
and vet she had loved Robert fhomp-
son?" She said this half saNagelN. a. H.,
she Vas Disguised and angry with herself
for 1t.
And yet Robert Thompson was not all
unkind man-only thonghtless. He was
type of Il very large class of men more
especially farmers-Who do not feel, III
themselves, the need " hich woman
more aest het c nature demands. Absorbed
in his stock. his crops and po1tlcS, he
did not realize " hat his wife needed, and
had right to. q few of the things nat,
with her peculiar organism, were as mueh
needed by her being food she ate.
And so when the years ran on, they
grew farther and farther apart; he gettl ing
more and more absorbed in gam, and
growing more careless III looks and cult
ure. and more thoughtle@s and less tender
in regard 70 hls Wife's tastes, or tolls,
" II le she grew bitter and DIES pOnu tll
and irrita bic.
Robert Thompson was, besides. little
inclined to fauit-tinding, and not being
at all of a sensitive temperament himself,
he did not realize how keenly he wounded
/ his wife; and W hen, sometimes, she gave
back bitter retOrt, he wondered " hat 1t
was hat had soured her disposition so,
for he remembered she used to be called
unusually sWeet-tempered.
All through the long forenoon Mrs.
t Thompson had nursed her wrath. Robert
was selfish and unreasonable, and she did
not care who knew ii. ''She would not
have the circle meet there, and set the
table with that old -fas hioned china, and
that stained and craked mulberry-no,
not for twenty Robert ThOmpsons. The
rooms We're shabby and out OF date
enough, mercy knew" and her thoughts
reverted to the pretty tasteful homes of
her friends, where she had met on circle
day.
Fifteen minutes before noon, and full
hat time before dinner would be ready
for they We're usually little behind, and
Mr.. Thompson always wanted his dinner
boiling hot-Mrs. Thompson saw four
tired, heated hungry looking men coming
up through the orchard. The table Was
not set and she hurried quickly about it.
Just then Frank and Charlie, her two
boys, came rushing III from school, each
shouting, "Mother, mother and each
wanting something right off. She felt
tired and hurried, and out of temper,
which was not helped by her nus Stands
Impatient
Nv by isn't dinner ready? | told you We
We're in hurry to-day. If | hadn't any
thing to do ali the forenoon but get din
ner, I'd try and do it before night
A bitter retort sprang to her lips, but
just then Charlie cried out.
ooh, mother, mother, just look at my
copy. l amt going to write a, b, abs any
more; I'm going to write sentences, just
like Frank. Just read it mother. The
teacher said l must get it by heart, and
always remember it,
Mrs. Thompson glanced up, laying the
plates as she read, "a soft answer turn
eth away wrath, but grievous words stir