The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1898-04-07
rs.E LIGHT or NOME.
Il u tAs Love That Awaits . MaA
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There.
It Il very strange. that men. as gen.
eral thing. should be proud of that
Of which they should be ashamed, and
ashamed of that which ennobles them.
Now. to my eye, a man never looks SO
grand as when he bends his ear pa
tiently and lovingly to the lisping Of
little child. Immediately love that
man whom see with baby in his
arms. delight on Sunday to see the
fathers leading out their little ones in
their best attire and setting them right
end up, about so times q minute. II Is
as good a means OF grace as am ac-
quainted with. Now that man should
feel ashamed to be seen doing this, or
think it necessary to apologize. even
jocularly, when he meets n male friend,
is to me one Of the unaccountablc
things. 1t seems to me every way such
q lovely and good and proper action in
a father that l cannot help thinking
that he who would feel otherwise is of
so coarse and ignoble nature rs to be
quite unworthy of respect.
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look at the clumsy smoothing of a
child's dress. or settling of its hat or
bonnet by the Impractical fingers of n
proud father. And the clumsier he was
about it, the better have loved him for
the pains he took. 1t is very beautiful
to me. this self-abnegation. which
creeps so gradually over n young IA
ther. He is himself unconscious that
he, who had for so many years thought
first and only Of his own selfish ease
and wants, forgets himself so entirely
whenever that little creature, with his
eyes and its mothers lips, reaches out
coaXing hands to go here and there,
or to look at this or that pretty object
All, what but this heavenly love could
bridge over the anxious days and nights
of care and sickness that both these
twain of one flesh are called to bear.
My boy! My girl. There it is, Mine!
Something to live for-somethng to
work ror-something to come home to:
and that last is the summing mp of the
whole matter
Now let us have good love-" said n
little threc-year-old, rs she Claspcd her
chubby arms about her fathers neck
when he came in at night. Nov LET us
have q good love" Do you suppose that
man walked with slow and laggard
steps from his business toward that
bright face that had beer rcCping for
an hour from the nursery window 10
watch his coming? Do you suppose
when he got on all fours to "play Gle
phant" with the child, that it even
crossed his mind that he had worked
very hard all that day, or that he was
not at that minute docking dignded?'
Did he wish he had club" where he
could get away from home evenings, or
was that good love" of the little crca-
ture on his back, with the laughing eyes
and the pearly teeth, and the warm
clasp about his neck, which she was
squeezing to suffocation, swoeter and
better than anything else that this
world could give?
Something to Come home to, That is
what saves Il man. Somebody there to
be sorry if he is troubled or sick. Some
body there with fingers like suubeams,
gliding and Frightening whatever they
touch; and all for him. look at the
business men OF New York, at nightfall,
coming swarming uptown from their
stores and counting-rooms; and when
see them, as | often do, stop and buy
one Of those tiny bouquets as they go,
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little attention toward wife. | know
how happy that rose with its two
geranium leaves, and its sprig of
mignonette, will make her. He thought
OF her coming home! Foolish, do you
call it? Such folly makes all the diff
ference between stepping off. scarcely
conscious of the cares n woman carries,
or staggering wearily along till she
faints dishcartened under their bur-
den. Something to go home to! That
man felt it, and by ever so slight n
token wished to recognize it. God
bless him. say, and all like him, who
do not take home-comforts as stereo-
typed matters Of course, and God bless
the family estate; can't see that any
thing better has been devised by the
wiseacres who have experimental on
the Almighty's plans. There comes
my father!" exclaims Johnny, bounc-
ing from group of boys with whom he
was playing ball; and sliding his little
soiled fist in his, they go up the steps
and into the house together; and again
God bless them! say, for there's a
man who is all right.-N. Y. Ledger.
A Good Pudding.
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