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THE SKEIN WE WIND.
If you and I. to-lny,
Should stop and lay
Our life-work down, aud lot our hands fall
whero they will
Full down to Ho unite still
And If some other bund should uomo, mid
stoop tollnd
Tho threads wo carrlod, so that It could wind,
IleglnnltiK whoro wo stopped: if It should
coino to Ueutx
Our life-work irolnir: sock
To carry on tho tfood dosijrn
Distinctively made vours or initio,
Whut would It llnd?
Somo work wo must bo doiujr, truo or falso;
Home thrciids wo wind; somo purpose so
exalts
Itselt that wo look up to It, or down,
As to n orown
Toltow before, and we weave threads
Of dllTerent loiiKthsuud thickness some mere
shreds
And wind them round
Tid nil the skein or life Is bound,
Sometimes fonruttlnir at tho tusk
To ask
The value of the threads, or choose
Strong stuff to uso.
No hand but winds some thread;
It cannot stand nul'o still till It Is doud,
Hut what it spins and winds a little skein.
God made oaoh hand for work nottoll-fltuln
Is required, but every hand
l Spins, though but ropes of sand.
tf Lovo should come,
Htoopiuif abm o wnen we nro dono,
To Hint bright threads
That wo have held, Unit it may spin them
lonRor find but shred
That broitk when tounhod. how cold,
Bad, shivering, portionless, the hands will
hold
Tho brokon strands anil know
Fresh cause for woe.
aeiu Kltniih; ,u ClirlMtan L'nton.
STEP-MOTHER AND STEP-SON.
A Story of Liove, Jealousy, Ha
tred, Keveuge aul lleroie
Self-Sueriiiee.
Vy the Author o " Dom Thmnc," ".I llrldac
of Love" "At War With llcrMlf," "A
UuUlcn Dawn," " Which Loved
Win ncW "A liim in
Thorns" tc, Ac.
CHAl'TKH Vl.-C0XTi.UKt).
Sir Austen looked up in helpless
wonder.
44 Are you quite sure about that, Ross?
ttow is it, do you think!1 Whut causes
it?"
"Jealousy. Lady Cumnor would
have made tin excellent first wife; but
you will forgive mo for saying that she
is a failure us a second, bho cannot
bear to remember that you have loved
any one before her, that you have tho
son of tho lirst woman you loved with
you. Even the beauty of my dead
mother annoys and vexes her. SUe is
jealous by nature; aud she grows worso
instead of better."
44 1 do not see what is to bo done,"
said Sir Austen, helplessly. 44To tell
y(jfv the truth, Ross, although she is so
sweet, so bland and gracious, Lady
Cumnoiha3 a spirit of her own, and,
if she chooses to display it, I could not
cope with hor. Sho has a wonderful
will of hor own. Sho is very charming,
i. but very resolute, you know very re
solute!" At any other time Ross would have
smiled at his father's manner; but just
then his heart was sore. They were
standing together in the deep bay-window
of tho blue drawing-room, talking
earnestly, when her ladyship suddenly
entered the room. Although she moved
quickly, sho moved with grace. Sho
looked very haughty-tall, stately and
beautiful. "She had on- a close-titling
dress of bluo volvet, which sot off her
mngnilicent iiguro to perfection. Sho
wore a tiny cap in tho shape of a knot
of lino point-lace and blue ribbon. Sho
walked up to tho window and laid hor
hand on Sir Austen's shoulder.
44 Your son is tolling tales about me,"
she said. 4l I thought it was only chil
dren who told tales."
Ross' handsome face Hushed. It was
hard to do battle with such a woman
and rotain tho courtesy of a gentleman.
But ho controlled himself.
44 1 am not tolling talcs, Lady Cum
nor," he said; 44I am merely speaking
tho truth. 1 repeat that if those beech
es aro cut down tho avenue will bo com
pletely spoilod."
44 And L say," rejoined hor ladyship,
44 that it will improvo the house more
than anything else could."
".Somo ot those booches are more
. than a hundred years old," said Robs.
A, All the more reason for taking thorn
away," remarked Lady Cumnor.
Sir Austen looked in lielplu.su amazo
mont from ono to tho other ho loved
them both dearly, and ho knew not how
to act between them. Ho longed to see
them kiss each other and bo friends,
lie had never in all his long, peaceful
life had amtlrng to do with strito tntil
now, aud ho was quite helpless.
44 Do toll mo," ho said, 4,what it all
moans? What is the matter about tho
beech-trees? Why, all tho beeches in
tho world aro not worth this trouble!
What is it, Hester?"
Her ladyship smiled; and she looked
so gracious and sweet that Sir Auutou
hatl almost given in to her before she
spoke.
44 1 will toll you at once what it is,
Austen. I will" not imitate your son by
tolling tales. Tho fact is, ho is jealous
of my authority, and takes every oppor
tunity of making light of it. You know
that my suite ot rooms facos tho west?"
44 Yes, 1 know," ropliod Sir Austen,
wondering what was coming.
44ThoyTook ovor a glorious strotch
of woodland scenery," she continued;
44 but there is an avonuo of beeches
which darkens tho whole scone. Of
course I cannot soo through them or
beyond thorn; if thoy wore cut down I
should have a magnificent view. You
yourself would not opposo mo for one
moment, I know; but your son, presum
ing on your kindness, docs opposo mo,
and ho declares it shall not bo done."
' I appeal to you, father!" cried Ross.
44 These trees are tho lluest on tho es
tate." 444 Oh, woodman, spare that tree!"'
sang Lady Cumnor, with a gay littlo
laugh. She knuw that a laugh would
turn tho current of Sir Austen's
thoughts.
44 Father," said Ross, earnestly, ,4lt
is no laughing matter those trees aro
tho linost on the estate; aud I sy thoy
ought not to bo cut down to please any
ono. it is liKo taking away tho cornro
stono of a building. Every ono in tho
country would cry shame on us for cut
ting tlown that glorious avonuo of
booches."
44 Which is your son's fashion of try
ing to make mo out a stranger in tho
land," put in Lady Cumnor. 41 Rut I
am your wife, Sir'Auston; no ono can
take my place from mo in tho wide
world no ono."
'Oh, my dears," cried tho unfortu
nate Haronot, looking from ono to tho
other, 44 can you not bo at peace? 1
am distracted."
441 desire nothing but ponco," said
hor ladyship; aud with her white hand
sho caressed hor husband's face 44but
it must be honorable peace. Austen.
Lot your son bo taught his place, and
forbid him to interfere with mo."
44 1 have no wish to interfere," re
torted Ross; 44 but when I see you de
liberately destroying what 1 know to be
ono of tho chief beauties of. my father's
estate, I cannot help speaking."
"Sir Austen," said Lady Cumnor,
44 1 uppoal to you. Shall not those
trees, if Iwish it. bo cut down?"
44 Father," cried Ross, " J appeal
to you not to have those trees
touched!"
44 Dear mo, dear me, what shall I
do? Do you know this is quite enough
to give any man an apoplectic (it? Can
you not compromise the matter be
tween you? Lot half tho trees go."
44 Thoy must not bo touched!" criod
Ross.
44 They must all go," declared her
ladyship, her golden head erect and
her fair face Hushed.
44 An ax has not been heard in our
woods for years," said Ross.
Then it is time one was hoard," re
torted Lady Cumnor. " All woods aro
the bolter for th-tining."
44 That I grant," returned Ross. " If
you wish the woods to bo thinned, you
have but to speak to Sir Austen; but
you want to destroy ono of tho chief
beauties of tho place tho grand old
avenue of beeches. 1 should have
thought you had more truo lovo for tho
picturesque than even to dream of such
vandalism, Ludy Cumnor."
41 1 value light, sunshine aud beauti
ful scenery," said hor ladyship; "they
aro more to mo than a score of old
trees that arc big enough to darken tho
whole place. I am quite sure, Sir Aus
ten, that you will not allow anything
tointorfero with my comfort; andthoso
boech-trees do."
44 Not with your comfort, my dearest
Hester. How can thoy?" cried Sir
Austen.
44 Well, with my pleasure then; and
you value that as much, I am sure. Let
mo see all over tho county if I like.
Why should L not ? "
44 Certainly; but it does seom a great
pity. Hester, to cut down those mag
niticent beeches. Is there no other
way out of the difficulty ?"
Something of delianco Hashed over
the fair face.
44 No; there is no other way. I did
not believe that you would uphold your
son in his insolent rebellion against my
wishes!" cried Lady Cumnor. "If he
is to rulo here you must understand
quite distinctly Sir Austen I speak
plainly at last if ho is to rulo hero,
you must excuse me if I decline to re
main." "Oh, Hester, Hester," criod Sir Aus
ten, " how can ou say such things ? "
44 1 mean it." I submit to your au
thority, the gentlest that man ovor as
sumed over woman; out i will nevor
submit to that of your son. You do not
blame mo, thirling, do you ?"
And the word " darling," so tenderly
spoken, conquered Sir Austen. Ho put
his arm around his wife's neck, as
though to assure hor of his support.
44 on must understand, also, father,"
observed Ross, "thatl wish for no
power and no authority, save that
which belongs bv right to a loving and
dovotod son, such as I am, and always
will bo, tojou; yet 1 cannot endure tho
indignitv of remaining at homo and
seeing tho most beautiful parts of the
more ruthlessly destroyed for a mere
whim, a caprice."
44 In plain English," said Lady Cum
nor, delighted at wliat ho said, " if the
beech-trees aro cut down, you will leave
home?"
44 Most decidedly I shall," replied
Ross; while Sir Au'sten groaned aloud.
44 Do you know that, if you go, I shall
have to do everything mysolfP" ho
said.
44 1 will help ou," interrupted Lady
Cumnor. " Rely upon it. Austen, all
is for tho best the very best. Ross
has been spoiled. A fow years out in
tho world will do him good; tnero is a
want of manliness about him."
Sho drew back when sho saw tho an
gry gleam in his eyes.
44 Tho best proof of manliness that I
can give you, madam," ho said, " is by
passing over in hilcnoo a most unworthy
speech. No ono has ovor questioned
my manliness before; that you should
do it matters littlo."
44 Shall 1 give tho orders to-morrow?"
asked Lady Cumnor.
With a deep groan Sir Austen an
swered: "Yes.'"
CHAPTKU VII.
A month had passed since Lady Cum
nor had won tho victory that was to
drive her stop-son from 'home, and the
full glory of a lovely summer lay ovor
the land. Larchlon Mere was a picture
of beauty, but tho heart of the young
hoir was heavy within him; ho was
leaving all that ho lovod so much, driven
away uy tho whim and caprlco of a
woman.
Tho mngnilicent beeches had been
felled, ami Lady Cumnor knew th.it
she had dono wrong when sho hoard
that there woro expressions of rogrot
at their destruction from tho whole
countrywide; for tho beech avenue at
Larchlon More had long boon ono of
the most admired spots in the county.
Tho view from tho western windows
was now superb; but it had been dear
ly purchased. Her ladyship could not
help admitting that to "herself; yot sho
would have sacrificed every tree on tho
estate to purchase tho luxury of driving
Ross from homo. Once gone, sho
vowed to herself ho should nevor re
turn; and thou she would man ago so
that after all her son should have tho
estate.
Ross had asked to speak with his fath
er, and had gone to the library to him.
Sir Austen held up his hand whon his
sou ontercd.
44 Oh, Ross, Ross, it is surely not tho
beeches again 1" ho cried.
"No, father; it is about soniothlng
olso," replied Ross. " I think, if you
do not object, that it will bo batter for
mo to leave homo. As I havo said be
fore, I cannot take up arms against a
woman; nor, whon a woman is antago
nistic to mo, can 1 retaliate. Thoro aro
two courses open to mo to yield to a
whim anil caprice for the sako oi re
maining at homo, or to retire in order
to prosorvo my self-respect."
44 Rut, Ross!! why need you go?"
41 My dearest father, it Is no longer a
question of 'why.' You see that, to
annoy mo, Lady Cumnor would destroy
tho whole estato. J no boccnos aro
gone; to-morrow it will be something
else. Honestly, I could not livo thii
life. While I was helping you, all was
well; but fritter away my" youth, health
and strength in struggling against tho
whims of a woman 1 will not. Let mo
go out to India; lot mo havo something
to do, and I will do it."
44 No, I cannot hear of your entering
tho army, Ross," said Sir Austen.
44 There is no need for you toloavo homo.
Never mind tho beeches. I will mako
you and Lady Cumnor friends in some
way."
"No; I cannot any longer saerifico
my independence, fatlior. I should
soon bo unmanly, as Lady Cumnor
called mo, if 1 remained hero. I will
make one proposal to you, father. You
said tho other day that you should
havo to send an English agent to Spain
for tho next two years. Lot mo go
instead. 1 shall have far greater inter
est there than a strangor; and it will
lessen the pain at leaving home. It
seems less shameful to say that I am
going to manago your property in Spain
than to own that I am leaving homo
because my step-mother has driven mo
away."
41 1 toll you what, Ross; your going
to Spain will bo tho finest thing in tho
world. The now Madrid Railway Com
pany want to buy thoso vineyards near
Lubluna; and we ought to make a largo
sum of money from thom. It will bo
the finest thing in the world for you to
bo there during tho next two years. I
had thought of it; but I did not like to
ask you.
44 1 am pleased that you approvo,
father," said Ross.
He was glad to escapo from tho
thraldom, from tho persecution and misi
cry of home; but it hurt him soroly
that his father should part with him so
lightly.
44 You will return in two years: and by
that time Lady Cumnor will havo for
gotten her odd littlo ways, and all will
bo well again."
.Ross thought that in all probability
ho would bo almost forgotten in two
years, and that his father's wifo would
havo attainod her heart's desire. It
hurt him that ho should bo so easily
dispensed with; but the now lovo out
shone tho old.
"I am glad that you aro willing for
mo to go. Rut, father, you will not
forgot me or learn to lovo mo loss whilo
I am away?"
"My dear boy, whilo your mother's
lovo shines in your face, how can I
love you loss? Shall I tell you ono
thing which I havo novor told you bo
fore",' Ross?"
"If you will, father."
"It 'is this that I lovo you far hotter
than any ono olso in tho world far bet
tor. I have to koop peace with my
dear wifo; but, Ross, as your mother
was dearest, so aro you dearest in all
tho world to mo."
No ono but Loam understood tho sor
row and pain that made Ross' heart so
sore. It was not loss of money or land,
nor was it that ho saw his inheritance
in jeopardy. It was because ho was
leaving all who lovod him, and going
abroad among strangers. He behoved
implicitly what his father had told him
that ho loved him best; but ho saw
also that ho had not the courage of
his opinions, that ho stood in awe of
her ladyship, and did not euro to thwart
hor.
Ross' thoughts were sud ones as ho
stood that summer ovoning gazing on
tho countless beauties of his beloved
home.
"How littlo ono knows what life may
bring!" ho said. "Two years ago,
whon I stood hero, I could never havo
droamod but that I, and no ono olso,
should succeed to Larchlon More. How
happy we woro, my dear father and I!
The" shadow of at stranger had not then
darkened our threshold; and now I am
leaving homo to save my independence
and manliness I am leaving it, all un
certain of my return."
A warm, whito hand touched his, a
lovely face bont over him, and a swoot
voice said:
"Ross, lot mo look at your faco, at
your 0$ os. Ah, you daro not! Thoro
aro tears in thom. Why aro thoy
thoro?"
44 1 havo linen so happy all my life at
homo, doarest," ho answered, " that 1
cannot help fooling sorry to loavo it,
and everything is so uncertain as to my
return. I feolthat I shall novor return
to tho glad old life that know no care.
Tho only light that comes to mo in my
darkness comes from you, Loam."
The dream of his manhood had como
true, llo had won for his wifo tho girl
ho lovod. Thoy had told Sir Austen;
and it was settled that, when Ross ro
lurncd from Spain, thoy should bo
married; but in tho meantime, for many
reasons, Lady Cumnor was to know
nothing of the urrangemout.
"If sue knows it, father," Ross had
said, "she will annoy and vox Loam in
every way, because sho Is mine. Noth
ing need bo said about it until my re
turn; and then no one shall hurt hor."
So that their betrothal was known only
to themselves aud Sir Austen.
The girl drew nearer to him.
44 Do not lose heart, dourest," sho
said. " Would that I could placo my
self botwoon you and every troublo!"
44 1 forgot my troubles, Loam, when
I look at you. I can only hold your
sweet hands in mine and thank Heaven
that you havo boon given to me."
44 1 thank Heaven, too, if I am any
comfort," sho answered.
' Comfort? Oh, my darling, that Is
a weak word! You aro hope, joy and
gladness. You aro everything that tho
world holds bright, beautiful and dour.
Oh, Loam, I do not fool any jealousy of
my father's wifo none! Rut I can
not help wishing that no strangor had
ovor crossed tho throshold of our happy
homo."
'Plum T ulifiiibl nnvnt lint-n itmnn
Ross."
44 Truo; and I would rather havo had
a thousand times moro pain with tho
happiness you havo brought mo than
havo had no pain at all aud not sueh
happiness. Rut, Lenin, fancy --if my
dear father woro the Sir Austen of three
years ago, wo could bo married now
aud mako Lnrohton Moro our home."
44 Yes; but it is of no uso thinking of
what might havo boon, Ross. Let us
fix our thoughts clearly upon what is
and what will bo. Do you go as you In
tended, early to-morrow?"
" Yes early to-morrow, my darling.
How shall 1 lo.ivo you?"
44 With a light heart and full of hope,"
sho said, " thinking moro of our moot
ing than our parting."
" I am afraid, Loam, that you will
not bo very happy. Lady Cumnor will
not bo any kinder to you."
44 1 shall not caro for that, Ross," sho
said " not in tho least. I take all that
sho says and does very quietlv. I am
golfing fond of littlo Hugh; ho is tho
sweetest child, I think, that ever drew
breath."
44 1 lovo him, too," said Ross. "I
do not fool -indeed, how could I? in
any way envious or jealous of thatbeau-
tif in baby-boy. Learn, 1 toll you every
thing; so I tell you this. 1 know that I
should start early to-morrow morning
and could not see tho littlo ono again;
so I went to his nursery this afternoon,
and I assure you that'tho .sight of tho
littlo golden head, tho rosy cliooks ami
tho littlo chubby hands almost brought
tho tears into my eyes. Ho lookodso
tiny, so helpless, so dependent on oth
ers. I am half ashamed to toll you
what I did but I must tell you, Loam.
All at once it seemed to Hash upon mo
that it was my own littlo brother who
lay thoro, my fathor's son; and 1 knolt
down by his cradle-side. I took his
two tiny hands in mine and swore, no
mattor what camo to pass, I would al
ways bo his friond. Tho child smiled
just as though ho understood. After
that there is no fear that I could ovor
bo jealous of littlo Hugh."
Tho girl's arms were laid round his
nock, and her lovoly faco drooped on
his shoulder.
"It was just like you, Ross," sho
said "noblc-hoartod and generous.
Some would bo furiously jealous, oven of
such a baby brother. I shall lovo him
all tho moro now that I know you lovo
him."
44 Let us talk about yon now, Loam.
Toll mo how you aro going to lovo mo
whilo I am away, and how often you
will write to mo. Como, sweet
heart, whoro the roses aro blooming,
and toll mo again you lovo mo and will
bo my wifo."
Tho next day Ross loft for Spain; and
all that ho suffored in so loaving was
known only to himself.
to nk continukd.
A member of a Pennsylvania bank
ing association, which was not incorpo
rated, sold his shares and withdrew.
Ho had been conspicuously advortisod
as a director, and no notice was given
of his retirement, further than to omit
his name from tho published list of of
ficers. The concern failed. A deposit
or sued this ox-director for his claim,
on the ground that tho deposit was
made in imioranco of his withdrawal,
of which notification ought to havo
been given. Tho Supreme Court has
decided for tho nlaintiff. Judtro Stor-
rett frays: "Where an ostensible or
known member of a copartnership ro
tiros therefrom, and wishes to shield
himself from liability for further debts
of the firm, it is necessary that per
sonal notice of his withdrawal bo given
to all who havo had doalings with tho
linn, and that notice bo givon by pub
lication, or otherwise, to all othors."
At Rolton, Eng., a family namod
Sccldon havo had a windfall of property
valued at S 1,000,000, which had boon
in chancery since 1857. Tho property
was bequeathed to John Scddon, who
died in a workhouse. His heirs inherit
this Yiist fortune."
PERSONAL AND LITERARY.
Tho Literary World cal's Disraeli
"this two-hoadoil phonomonon of lltor
aturo and politics."
Oliver Wondoll Holmes writes slow
ly and laboriously, though ho is a rapid
and vivacious talkor.
Mrs. Lamb, ot Now York, has just
complotod a history of tho city, which
has involved a labor of fourteen years.
Tho pon and papers on Washing
ton Irving's desk at " Sunnysldo" ro
maln just as ho arranged thom for tho
last time.
Tho roason of Jofforson Davis' trip
to Canada is that he may bo on British
soil when his history of tho Robolllon is
Imblishod in London, and thus havo tho
tenelltof English copyright laws.
Miss Adollno Davis, of Amorious,
Ga., eighteen years of ago, died in groat
agony recently from tho bito of a rattle
snake. Two of its fangs struck tho In
step of the right foot one ponotratlng
deeply.
Ralph Waldo Emerson U sovonty
oight years old. It is well-known that
his mind has been falling rapidly of late
years. His memory is almost ontiroly
gono. Ho cannot remombor tho namos
of porsous, nor oven the oommouost
words. Hut his old ago is beautiful,
and is cheorod by tho watchful caro of
a most tender aud dovotod daughter.
Mr. Mlllats1 portrait of Mr. Tonny
son is described as a porfoct likeness.
It represents the laureate as stand ng
in tho well-known cloak, with tho vol
vet collar and tho frayed button holes,
and holding, in tho ono brawny hand
that is visible tho ttmo-huuorod black
felt hat. Tho largo soft oyos shine
clour of the curiously developed uppor
lids and aro full of thought. Tho tall
noss of tho head Is enforced by its
framowork of uncut hair and tho nar
row, long board.
A sad cvont occurred at Ipswich,
England, recently. Lady Du Cane,
whoso oldest son is in tho militia, aud
has been drilling there since Easter,
wont down there to nur.so him through
a very serious llngorlng attack of con
gestion or tho lungs. On being told by
his medical advisers that tho caso must
ovontually provo hopeless, and was
only a mattor of time, tho mother said,
"1 cannot livo, I shall die, too." Sho
sank into a sort of collupso, and actual
ly oxplrcd without nnyapparontdisoaso
or immodiato causo for death oxcopt a'
brokon heart.
HUMOROUS.
Always goes around with a long
faco An alligator. Yawcob Htrauss.
Journeymen tailors at work on
custom trousors aro liko jilted womon
sowing for breeches of promise.
Boston Commercial Bulletin.
A wrltor says: "Tho bravo aro
always tondor." What a cowiirdly bird
tho avorago Bprlng chicken must bo.
Modem Argo.
An nrtlclo in an exchango is head
ed Men's Wives." Thoro aro so many
boys getting married nowadays, that
such a distinction is nocoosary. Norris
town Herald.
Hoys playing base-ball on Sundays
in Kentucky liavo been struck by light
ning; but this interposition of I'rovl
douce cannot always bo rolled upon.
N. O. ltcayunc.
A Now York paper says that in that
city crying at weddings has gono out of
fashion. In Chicago tho fatlior of tho
brido doos tho crying whon ho comes to
settle tho bills. A'. Y. Graphic.
Fashion item: "Which had you
rather bo, a twinkling star in tho heav
ens or a comet that with its broad train
of fire swoops in majestic courso through
unknown space?" " I should proforby
all means to wear a train," said sho,
"but not In unknown space. It would
novor bo described in tho nowspapors."
A gentleman calling on a farmor
obsorvod: "Mr. Jones, your clock is
not quite right, is it?" "Well, you
soo, sir," said Mr. Jonos, " nobody
don't tmdorstiind much about that clock:
but me. When tho hands of that clook
stand at twolvo, then it strikes two, and
thou I know it is twenty miuutos of
sovon." Boston Qlobc.
A Ynluablo Secret.
It is related of Franklin that, from tho
window of his ofllco in Philadelphia, ho
noticed a mechanic, among a number
of othors, at work on a house which
was being eroded close by, who always
appoai'ia to bo in a merry humor, and
who hud q kind and chcorful smllo for
every ono ho mot. Let tho day bo over
so cold, gloomy or sunless, tho happy
fjnilo danced like a sunbeam on his
cheerful countenance Mooting him
ono day, Franklin requested to know
tho secret of his constant happy How of
spirits.
44 It's no secret, Doctor," tho man ro
pliod. "1'vo got ono of tho best of
wives, and whon I go to work sho al
was gives mo a kind word of encour
agement and u blessing with hor part
ing kiss; and when I go homo sno is
sure to moot mo with a smile and a kiss
of welcome; and then tea is suro to bo
ready; and, as wo chat in tho evening, I
find she has been doing so many littlo
things through tho day to ploaso mo,
that 1 cannot find it in my heart to
speak an unkind word or givo an un
kind look to anybody."
And Franklin adds:
44 What an inlluonco, then, hath wom
an over tho heart of man, to soften it,
and mako it tho fountain of chcorful
and puro emotions. Spoak gently,
then: a happy Bmilo and a kind word of
grcoting at tor the toils of the day aro
over cost nothing, and go far toward
making homo happy and peacoful.'.'
