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THE ATHENS GEORGIAN : JANUARY 9, 1877.
T)ie Way of the World.
There are beautiful songs that we never sing,
And names that are never spoken;
There are treasures gu ird id with jealous care
And kept r.s sacred token.
There are faded flowers and letters dim
With tears that have rained ubove them,
For the flekio words end the faithless hearts
That taught ns how to love them.
There otc sighs that ccme in our joyous hours,
To chasten our dreams of gladness,
And tears that spring to our aching eyes,
In hours of thoughtless sadness.
For the blithest bird that sings in spring
Will flit the waning summer,
And lips that wo kissed in fondest love
Will smile on the first new comer.
Over the breast where lillies rest
In white hands stilled forever,
The roses of June will nod and bloom, v
Unheeding the hearts that sever.
And lifts that quiver in silent grief,
All words of hope refusing,
Will lightly turn to the fleeting joys
That perish with the using.
Summer blossoms and winter snows,
l.ove and its sweet elysiun,
Hope, like a siren dim and fair,
Qniekrning our fainting visions;
Drooping spirit and falling pulse,
Where untold memories hover,
Eyelids touched with the sea of death,
And tiic fitful dream is over.
[For the Companion.]
ABEL'S LESSON.
1!Y IUT1I CIIESTEEFI ’tl.D.
Little Mr*. 'Blodget sat. I>v the
stove stitching shoes. The small
Apartment was as tidy as hands could
make it, the afternoon sun streamed
in at the window, the tea-kittle was
singing, and so was she. Altogeth
er it was a very pretty domestic pic
ture, in some respects quite like
Eden, for it. was the home of a wed
ded pair, and alas, was not without
its serpent
Even now Mrs. Blodget paused in
her singing, and iistened with a look
of anxiety on her face for some sound
which she did not hear ; it was the
familiar tap of her husband’s hammer,
whose rat-tat-tat upon the last had
ceased some moments before. So
long as she beard that sound, she
knew that all was well, for it was a
sign that Abel was in bis shop attend
ing to his business; when it slopped
it was too a tot to be a sign that he
liad vWen lJred away bt evil com-
' panions to sf me one of the haunts of
sin which she knew too well were not
far to seek, even in that quiet ham
let. Wherever enough of the hu
man race are collected together to
warrant the erection of a church and
school-house, there Satan comes and
sets up a grog-shop.
Presently Mrs. IJlodget’s heart was
lightened bv the sound of a pair of
boots on the door-stone ami a band
on the latch.
“There he comes now,”said she,
and had just got her mouth made up
to say. “ Well Abel,” when the door
flew open and disclosed the burly
figure and full-moon lace of Farmer
Cram. So she said, instead,—
“ Why, Mr. Cram, I didn’t think
of seeing you. I thought to be sure
’twas Abel. Come in and be seated,
do, and wait till he conies.”
“No, thank you. My busines<
isn’t with him in particular. I
brought you over a basket of vegeta
bles ; thought they wou'dn’t come
sun ss; you haven’t got much of a
garden, 1 believe.”
4, No, it doesn’t]]amount to much.
Abel hasn’t much time to attend to
such things, yon know. Oh, my,”
stooping over the basket which lie
had set on the floor, “what a lovely
squash! And here’s corn and cu-
•cumbers and tomatoes,—haven’t seen
a tomato before this year. And such
splendid shell-beans! Well, this is a
treat! There’s nothing Abel’s fun-
•der of than shell-beans. Don’t know
•how we can repay you, Mr. Cram.”
“ Never mind about that. If
you’re satisfied, I am. All well, are
you ?”
“ Very well, thank you; and your
wife, she’s well, I hope.”
“Pretty smart,—never much to
lioast of, you know, in the way of
health. Don’t stop to empty the
lliings out. I’ll call and get the bas
ket to-morrow, or you can send one
of the boys over with it.” And with
ji nod, Mr. Cram vanished as suddenly
as ho had come.
By this time the tea-kittle iiad 'fin
ished its song and begnn to boil • so
Mrs. Blodget bustled about and got
supper ready, stopping to look out
the window every time she passed it,
witli a faint hope of seeing her hus
band coming toward the house.
But the last dish was on the table,
the sun was casting his latest and
ruddiest glow on the wall, and still
no Abel appeared.
Then she called in the children,
gave them their suppers, and sent
them to bed. The sun said good
night, and wont off to wake up the
people in China, and she, poor wo
man, lighted her lamp and sat down
to finish her task.
The morc.iime Abel waisted, the
less she could afford to waste. For
an hour she sat silently stitching,—
there was no inclination to sing now,
— when just as the clock struck
eiirht, she heard a step approaching
the house, and as it was a very into
steady step, she knew it was Abel’s.
Well, it was a comfort to think
that he could walk at all. Sometimes
he had to lie carried.
She expected he would lie cross—
the smallest quantity of liquor made
him cross—hut as he 1 ad returned
-»> early, she hoped he had not
reached the stage of throwing things
at her—at least, nothing more than
her work-box or the cricket; she
dreaded iiie chairs and light-stand.
While, these thoughts were passing
through her mind, Abel presented
himself, a slender young man, with
light hair and blue eyes, who might
have been good looking but for the
flush on his chceck and the frown on
his brow.
lie glanced angrily about the room,
as if seeking some legitimate cause
of war, but seeing nothing more ag
gressive than the tea-table, he kieked
that with a violence that set all the
dishes to dancing a horn-pipe, and
stammered out—
“ Wlia—what’s that table stan’mn'
there for?’
“ I kept waiting for you, dear,”
said his w ife.
“ I’ve had my supper. Think I
don’ know enough to come home to
supper? Clear it off this minute.
11 us settin’ up till midnight, keep’ll’
hie stan’n iu(. Clear itfjoff, I r say.*’
f “ Midnight? Why, Abel, it’s only
eight o’clock,” said his wife, pointing
to the time-piece in the corner.
“ Think I don’t know the time o’
day ? I say it’s midnight. Do you
mean to dispute my word ?”
“ No, indeed ’’
“Yes, you do too; what do you
say you don’t lor ? You want to
pick a quarrel with that tongue o’
yours, that?s what you want; it just
goes clack, clack, from iiiornin’ til ;
night.”
Mrs. Blodget made no reply to
this assertion, hut cleared the table
in silence.
“So you’re going to be stuffy
aliout it, arc you ?” said Abel.
“ Oli, no.”
“Yes, yon are too; what’s the o’
denying it? Ilnllo, what’s that?’’—
his eye now lbr the first time falling
upon the basket of vegetables.
“ It’s garden sauce, Abel; isn’t it
beautiful ? There’s corn and lieans’’—
“ So that’s where the money goes,’’
interrupted Abel—“to buy things
on the sly”—
“ But I didn’t buy the things; they
were a present,” quoth Mrs. Blod
get.
•‘Worse yet. Do folks think we’re
paupers
“ Lors, no! Mr. Crain knows bet
ter than that,” said Mrs. Blodget.
“ Cram ? So ’twas Cram brought
’em, was it ? I’ll let Cram know
that he needn’t come here making
my wife presents the minute iny
back’s turned.”
Now it was not the first time, by
any means, that Abel had shown
signs of jealousy, but the idea of
being jealous of good-natured, hen-
est, blowsy Mir. Cram, was so ludi
crous to Mrs. Blodget that she burst
into a laugh in spite of herself, which
so exasperated her husband that be
seized the offending basket and
liurk-d it out doors, and then taking
her by the shoulders, sent her out
after it, saying—
“ There, go and carry ’em back to
old Cram, with my compliments.”
This done, he locked the door,
lighted his pipe, and sat by the fire,
for he expected nothing but that she
would come meekly begging for ad'
mittance, and be intended to keep
her waiting awhile, for a punishment,
and then only admit her as a great
favor.
Ho had often tried the experiment,
and it had succeeded well. But
when some ten or fifteen minutes Imd
elapsed, and he heard nothing from
her, he began to be uneasy. Could
it be that she had taken hirer at his
word, and gone to Mr. Crain’s with
the vegetables, just for the sake of
mortifying him in the eyes of his
neighbors ?
He tip-toed cautiously to the win
dow, and looked out. No, there was
the basket, with its contents scatter
ed about just where he bad thrown
them, but nothing could be seen of
his wife.
“She’s only trying to fool me;
but I’ll let her know she eaiix come
that game over me,” said he to him
self, and returned to his seat —
He did not feel very comfgMable,
through; and as the clock ticked on,
and his head grew cool, hiju-wraili
began to subside, and he became less
and less satisfied with his. own part
in the affair. He went and s-d’tly
unlocked the door, so that sh^could
come in if she chose, but the slow
minutes went by, while he listened
in vain for a hand upon the" latch.
And the thought would obtrude
itself of i lie many long hours sftie had
sat waiting for his coming, and.what
a brute he had been to her when he
did come.
Sometimes when he had abused
her beyond endurance, she had
threatened io take her o\vn life
What if she had really done it, and
left him to light his way alone with
his motherless children!
He threw down his pipp, and went
out to look for her. “Nancy!
Nancy!” he culled, as he rushed fran
tically through garden, barn, and
woodshed, but no vs ice replied.
lie heard a chorus of screams in
the house, however, and returned to
find that he had waked all tit' chil
dren, who, having disegyerffi. .tjie
loss of their mother, were bewailing
her in concert.
He tried to comfort them, but it
was long past midnight before they
were asleep again, *aml all through
the night, Tom and Letty, the two
youngest, awoke at intervals and ris
newed their lamentations.
The next morning early, after
meekly picking up the vegetables be
hail thrown out the night before, he
went over to Mr. Cram’s to inquire
if they had seen anything of his wife.
Jonas, Mr. Cram’s eldest son, a
youth of seventeen, came to the door
in answer to his knock.-
“Seen any tiling of your wife?
Why, you haven’t lost her, have
you ?”
“ Well, you see she and I had a lit
tle till’ last night, and she went off,
and hasn’t come back. I feci kind of
anxious, because she’s threatened to
kill hcrselt once or twice. You don’t
suppose she’s been and done it, do
you ?”
“ Did you say she was j;o le all
night?” said Jonas.
“ All night.”
“ Then if I was in your place I
should be afraid she’d committed sui
cide,” said Jonas.
“Ifshe hung herself] ’twould most
likely be in the barn and I’ve
looked there. There wasn’t any fire
arms round the house”—
“ That’s nothing,” interrupted
Jona\ “ Women don’t shoot their,s
selves; they’re afraid to. Stop a
minute—I’ve thought of it; you
haven’t had any poison in the house
to kill vermin with have you ?”
“No, for vermin never get
farther*!! the front door-step where
Nancy is. There never was a neater
woman than my wife, Jonas.’’
“Then there’s but one thing left,
and that’s drowning,’» said Jonas.
“ Ifl were you, I’d go down to the
mill-pond and look round a little. I
shouldn’t want to make a great stir
about it just yet, not unless you find
some track of her; but I’d go sure.”
So away went Abel to look up his
lost wife, while mischievous Jonas
returned laughing to the kitchen,
where—I may as well tell you now
as any time, for its got to come out
last—where sat little Mrs. Blodget
quietly eating her Sunday breakfast
of brown-bread and baked beans.
Who can blame her if aft«*r bear
ing so much from Abel, she had re
solved to turn the tables and give
him a lesson ?
And a very profitable lesson it
proved, for Abel learned bow much
more necessary his wife was to his
comfort than lie had supposed.
Hitherto he had found his meals
on the table at a particular hour, with
out taking much thought of bow they
got there; then he had gone out to
smoke his pipe, and came back to
find the dishes put away and every
thing tidy. This, too, he had taken
as a matter of course. His children
he had regarded as being quite as
good, if not considerably better,
than other people’s. But on this
memorable day it seemed to him as
if cooking-stove, children and all
were bewitched; and as for the dish
es, he did not attempt to wash them,
but piled them all up in the sink
together, for a more convenient sea
son.
These domestic trials, combined
with bis anxiety for his wife, and his
fruitless efforts to find some trace of
her, nearly drove the poor man out
of his wits. When, therefore, just as
he was going to bed, to seek forget
fulness in sleep, Jonas appeared at
his door with the intelligence that he
knew where Mrs. Blodget was, and
that she was quite safe, Abel,
although vexed at h s needless anxie
ty, was in no situation to refuse
terms.
“ I promised not to tel! where she
is,” said Jonas ; “ but site says she’ll
come home if \ on want her to, and if
you don’t, she’s got a first rate chance
in the Lowell mills. She can earn
enough to maintain herself and help
the children; Of course it’s for her
interest to go there, and as you put
her out of the house, nobody could
blame her if she never came back ;
but still, if you want her very inueh,
and will promise better fashions,
she’s willing to give you another
charfce.” k ’ /
How imtoli of this speech was due
to Mrs. Blodget, and how much was
the invention of her trusty messenger,
wc will nut slop to consider, but it
had its effect.
“ Of course I want her to come
back. I wasn’t myself last night.
She oughtn’t to be so hard on a fellow
when he isn’t himself. I "over’ll do
so again—I won’t, ’pon honor.”
“Well, I’ll tell her'what you say,
and I guess she’ll aome back,” said
tlie wily young diplomat. “ I shall
advise her to.”
So the next day Mrs. Blodget re
turned, and the re-united family gath
ered around a well-cooked dinner,
of which Mr. Cram’s vegetables
formed a conspicions part.
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