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THE MOTE AND THE BEAM.
BY T. S. ARTHUR
"My dear," said Mrs. Everhart, in a voice
that was slightly disturbed—"my dear, why
can't you be wore thoughtful !"
And Mrs. Everhart crossed the room in a
hurried manner, and shut the bureau drawer
which her husband had left open.
Mr. Everhart did not reply. A moment be
fare, pleasant words were on his lips. Now he
became silent, and the light if cheerfulthought
went out of his lace.
you would 'only correct these disorderly
ways !" added Mrs. Everhart, in a querulous
time. "It takes full half of my time to put
things right after you." •,
There was no response from Mr. Everhart.
But an observer would have tseen a hardness
settling about his mouth. 'fie day had open
ed In sunshine. Mr. and Mrt. Everhart were
•
enjoying the pleaSant warmth. Suddenly there
Game a cloud before the sun, and they were
sitting in shadow. Which will to blame?—
We go on with our episode the history of
two lives vainly seeking to act in harmony,
and when we are done, the reacitr can answer
for himself.
"You are the techiest man alive " said Mrs.
Everhart, almost angrily. Her 1.1 shod ens.
werod with a look so stern that, Oa moment,
she was half frightened. •
Nothing more wits said. Mrs. Ev'trhart saw
that her effort to correct a trifling ‘iault had
produced anger. The sun which rosa,brightly
had passed under a cloud, and there tras pro
mise of a dreary day. The clouds di&tiot lift
at breakfast time.. But few words past hoween
husband and wife, and they were uttked in
partial embarrassment.
Forth to his day's duties went Mr. Everhart,
weighted with displeasure towards his
with displeasure that gradually changed a
state of accusation and regrets.
"If she were gentler, and kinder—ifAe
were more considerate and forbearing." So tin
his thoughts. "I can't always think of doors
and drawers—can't always obey to the letter f
external order. I have other things on
mind. .There is no good in my power to b
stow, that I would withhold from her. It
my first 'desire to make her happy. But all
seems vain. Good purposes—loving acts—get,
for nothing, and for the slightest, involuntary
trespass on the order of her domain in the
household, I am thrust at sharply."
When thought:moves steadily in one direc
tion, it gathers upVggiii of arguments on that
side, and confirms itself in, partial views. So
Mr. Everhart gave himself to complaint and
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accusation
wife, and
state.
kind-hearted m
than to hurt b
Why not r
was so annoyi
a fair reader,
.:3 Now, that question lets has not meant to give you pain or trouble,
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;mart of the theme we tai while you have thrust at him in rising anger,
~strate. Why not conic meaning to wound. Set your own house in
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its fairly opens the will order—the dwelling place of your spirit, .l.
vtt
spline ; reformation in 0 mean. Give love the ruling power, and annoy
:d regeneration as to W ante will cease. How easy a thing for you to
„It going to launch on t4shut a drawer or door ; to replace a book en
vfinot be alarmed. We . the library shelf; to pick up from the floor a
. l by an easier and more,flk cast aside garment. A few minutes, thuskiven,
in everyday; will correct whatever disorder his
re orderly in the house i thoughtlessness may occasion; and if cheer
-6-t, speaking with a mut fully given, leave the sky of your lives clear,
t i
give up everyt
down into th:,
about trying
the fault ?
subject of s.
externals of
spirit; but w.
deep waters
come to the
miller way.
"If he •
said Mrs.
,ta
lied in during
friend who this dreg
41'•
day—a true hi, who might be trusted ;
a gossip. t:ix were more orderly in t
house, how nm happier we might be. 131
his lack of.inlia a perpetual annoyance
You can't what a trial he is."
3 4,
; it
a%
miestionable delicacy involve
speaking to any friend
iitnate, thus freely in regal. ,
isfaultsoitid go on to the atu
We pass
in the fact
no matter
to her has
MI
eater trials in a husband tha
B said the friend in reply.
; but I am particularly sen
i hreetion. The most triflio bi
!A'
"There
a lack or of
"011, of
sitive in ~,i
things an:
"Is it ri)
"What
said 11l rs. art.
"Your . tad is a just man."
"Just atnorable."
The toes Mrs. Everhart's voice grew in
stantly,Vi.,
n
fi
,(
"And lit
"Gent '' , .akind as a woman."
"As t/ *an, when a drawer be left open ?" 1,
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The frie I'l her hand familiarly—a grave I
look ble with a smile around the lips—t
'on the a IMrs. Everhart.
pa,
A se flushipg of the face, a brief
struggle '':isuddemconviction, and then thisi
answer : o—kind and gentler." v
"Inte it hone kindness, gentleness,;
these ar 'things ' said the friend. "The!
substan 'alities ut of which we may build
the tent, e', happi ess. Out of which you,
1 f
I trust,tpildiug temple."
i
Titer' silence*
"Thd '"' odly so
the fri ' i•and if 1
by lov , ',, , soul wl
secure „ ,e eters
'el
you, mOt. tr ulous
tions, cam lot lugs,
in whitSli t e stow
11 be thus annoyed ?"
ration I How can I help it r?'
II a hardeSt to remove. And because it is deep-
is not 'Oche wal : may not be trusted."
It is most dangerous to the peace of both."
Mrs l ,2 E•hart d '.piled her eyes, and sat fc4 ,- t,
. .
~,,,, "And is he to do nothing?" added Mrs.'
a lon g answering.
c 2 .
his
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".A.;01.1t eonsi eratton on i part," sbV,verhart. "Is he to indulge himself in all
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spoke o atagth, skiberly and with an effort tit,lis annoying habits, while I practice self-deni-
selfjuktiition, "Would remove the cause 144.1, and bear, without a word of remonstrance
much (t . 'iosow renders,our lives inharmonio4r complaint, things that hurt me at every
Naturalll am a lover of order, and any illAurn ?"
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partu 0 - refrom, annoys me. I cannot helve, "It is for you to do right in your own sphere
this. l> ingrained with my whole mental—to correct what is wrong in yourself," an
constPuo. And is not order right ? Why, wered the friend. "It is for you, and for all
should ]subject me, all the while, to a condi' f us, to look away, as much as possible, from
tion of r i gs that I feel to be intolerable ?--• ur twn little worlds of peculiarities and pref-
The ''Belenial, if I may use such a word as recipes, and to consider the peculiarities and
applied the case, would be small on his part; 2ref4rences of others, from a desire to make
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and
As ly duty, if not love, might lead 142hent happy. If you can help your husband
samskr,em in the direction of my complaintstio overcome his careless, disorderly ways, you
Aso ving contentedly as things now are, ill do him good; but, if you only annoy and
thatlt
it aply impossible." irret him by ill tempers and hard speeches, you
"*ll;isequivalent to saying, that
ot a yo eill do both him and yourself harm. It is
are , t • not able, or not willing, to put away
wro
f 3. 'he law of considerate kindness and self-denial,
yai iihat works to the highest good in married life."
dem n u t' your husband, a correction of 1110 The friend went away, leaving Mrs. Ever.
faul 4 ..
tf .iart in a thoughtful state of mind ; and the
" g!" replied Mrs. Everhart, with some aore she thought, the less of self-appreo
ardo - cfeeling. "Do you call a love of ordir,niogled with her thoughts. The inter ,
1! .
and kney wrong ?" ~,.' ad been of use. There was a little
`li but ill-tempers are wrong." '22 n the part of her husband at dinner ' e
,
"If sharp instrument is thrust into my ss when he came home at even' 'ant
flesh, in I help feeling pain ?" demand i e time their cheerful lamps„', Mrs.
Mrs2 . •erhart.
the evenin g , 1
unshine was in his face 1:•• ' • How
' ' Tn y o u justify ill-temper." nshine in whose wary 2 '' 'shine &W-
Y intery . ri
"lon% like the word; it expresses mor ,verhart always foutt' , o f a Passing ,
regard for things
than usually feel," said Mrs. Everhart. ' ery often it hap,,, t '' g
every now and
ills not love, nor tender consideration, no alp gave w , 4 i'
.' , l art
fak:b'ance—those true wifely qualities mak oud. SeiNt
re husband,
,
% ,e' tiosphere of home so sunny and tranquil 2 m e t ' she was or-
Al respond so beautifully to the manly i v , i droppin g a '
is you spoke of just now. Honor, inteo• ' word, or
2 2
t gentleness. Dear friend ! lay this ~,. 7 1
o
al ion to heart, and, if you woulA
2 ~, :a thet
f u 1 al rl
.
he unamiable in
1p f
In a sort of helprf
because be wasi,
more disposed to sut
correct the fault th;
wife 7—a reader askli
n't think a woman shod
Les are yours," resume.
, ou cement them togetheo,
I have a dwelling plac4 l, l
hills. Do not, I pra y
uult-finding, pretty irrita 3 : l
oodiness, with the morta
are laid. If the cement`.:,
happy with your husband, make it the rule
lf your lit. N .buke
.ever rah.— iim j nee.
complain of him; never betray a feeling of
of annoyance. At the worst, his fault is
only the result of forgetfulness, want of con
sideration, or long indulged habits; while
your's, on your own admissions, springs from a
state of annoyance, not to say ill-temper,. Ile
and its atmosphere peaceful. To maintain this,
is surely worth a little self-repression on your
part. I do not say self-denial, for I will not
charge you with taking delight in the annoyed,
fretful, complaining states which I fear you
have too often indulged."
Mrs.' Everhart made no reply to this.
"What particular thing happened the morn
ng?" asked the friend. "I find you unusual
ly disturbed."
The color deepened in
leeks
"Don't answer, if my question is at all out
f place," said the friend. After a pause,
Irs. Everhart replied':
"It was a mere trifle. I should not have
13ticed it. But the constant repetition of
'iese things irritates me. He left drawer
)en. In fact, he never shuts a drawer."
•lAnd what then?"
"I:said, 'My dear, why can't you be more
ough tful ?' "
"Was that all?"
"No; I said something about its taking half
ty time to put things right after him."
` "Fretfully and complainingly?"
"I suppose so."
"For which lack of considerate kindness,
'ld indulgence in fretfulness, you have not
'lly suffered yourself all the morning, but
:d a burden of unpleasant thoughts and feel
gs upon your husband. Now, suppose, that,
&kind and pleasant way; you had closed the
ewer. It would neither have hurt nor fa
pied you; nor have taken any time needed
r duty or pleasure. And what a different
suit would have followed Is the state you
e now in better than the state this gentler
nnduct would have produced? Does it satisfy
Jur judgment; or soothe your self-respect?
y dear, friend! eFirst cast the beam out of
iur own eye, and then you may see clearly to
,st out the mote out of your husband's eye.
he beam is your irritibility—the mote his lack
order. Your defect lies deepest, and will
uttering an unkind reproof. But, through
watchfulness, she repressed her impulses, and
showed only the gentler side of her character.
So, the evening passed tranquilly, and, in look
ing back, upon it, and the trifling things which
had come nigh interrupting its harmony, Mrs.
Everhart felt thankful that she had put a guard
on her lips.
As usual, on the nest morning, Mr. Ever
hart, with his mind reaching forward into the
day's business concerns, moved about their
chamber in dresssing, drawers and doors were
left open, and garments cast about in his habit
uabdisorderly. way. It rarely happened that,
for such faults, he escaped a lecture; but, so
far, the lectures had done no good in the line
of reformation. The beam in Mrs. Everhart's
eye bad prevented her seeing clearly enough to
east out the mote out of her husband's eye.—
So far, all her efforts had tended to irritate and
inflame that sensitive organ, instead of giving
it a better vision.
Having completed his toilet, Mr.' Everhart
was moving towards the door, when a sdnse of
something new in the situation of affairs, led
him to pause, and turn towards his wife. She
was, at the moment, in the act of closing a
drawer which be had left open. Not in the
nervous, impatient way usual to her when cor
recting his disorder in the household, but
quietly andwithoutapparentannoyanee. From
the bureau she crossed to the wardrobe, and
after pushing in one of the drawers from which
he had taken a collar and handkerchief, shut
the door, and then took his boots from the mid
dle of the room, and placed them in a corner.
Everhart's
EMI
"I am a careless fellow, that's a fact !" he
said to himself, "and I must try to put off
these bad habits."
And with this thought in his mind, Mr
Everhart went, to the family sitting.room, Where
in a little while, his wife joined him. She
wore a smiling—not the usual worried—face .
Self-conquest had given her a tranquil spirit.
Mr. Everhart was reading the morning paper.
The breakfast bell rang, when, instead of part
ly folding his paper, and laying it on the table,
he tossed it from him, letting it fall upon the
floor.
"I never saw such a disorderly man !" No,
Mrs. Everhart did not say that, though, having
said it almost daily for the past six months or
a year, the impulse to give such an expression
to her feelings, was nearly irresistible. As for
Mr. Everhart, the thoughtless act was followed
by an instant looking for the accustomed re
proof, which had always come with an unpleas
ant jar, yet never availed to work reformation.
But, the reproof did not fall. Instead, Mrs!
Everhart, without seeming to regard the care
less act of her husband as anything specially
wrong, took up the newspaper, and laid it upon
a table, remarking, at the same time, pleasant
ly, on a subject entirely on the outside of this
incident.
Mr. Everhart's vision was clearer. In the
effort to remove the blinding beam of irritabil
ty out of .her own eye, Mrs. Everhart had been
able to take the mote from her husband's eye;
for, as he had never before seen the nature of
bis careless habits, did he see them now—see
them as imposing extra labors and extra annoy , -
duces upon his wife. Her fretfulness and h., ; 4`.,
sayings had only darkened his perceptions; , t
her considerate kindness tuok scales frciti.''"
. r . 4 -,,,,
eyes.
What a little thing, in case befiiiP s, e
f
-2I ' aornina.
feeted a great change. On the-ner-i' 0.
Mr. Everhart shut all the drainer;`-' had occa-
sion to open, and in vailoug'itling matters
showed more thoughttlimf ay. The news
paper found a lodg4l-..,. - ..he table instead of
on the floor. Alt:e observed by his wife,
and it gave he o: pleasure—pleasure in
the beginnj '''' ht th'a ierly ways, and plea
sure in
ad done t, in self-repressing.
righter dive :' 'lm
kindia'' good, and made
t Abe
supposed t
er, in this 13C19 kf
y
~ :ling-place.
z . 1 at all went smooth
-0 more ripples • ' i''''......irection—that there
y 3;
.r. — that the beam i tti :: .0 the current of their
t .3
and the mote tak f was at once wholly cast
of habit, and return tote 72,:n away. 'The conquest
But, when the heart yAns''.. t order, are slow processes.
on principl e , a good
ti i lo l ix el , ! , s f s
right, and the will based
It is the right b„Aill''' result is certain to follow.
make. That aeco ti o e n ss t, t , :l .',inning which is hardest to
severanc e and se lf: yOU :.ziplished, with a little per
---2 V: : Ledger. ing
'3
ienittl, the after work is sure
A notorious falsii
"make believe." '
thief Stop i
P
at bay:
fier cannot play the game of
at the Lark of n dog stands
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