The Kalida venture. [volume] (Kalida, Ohio) 1841-1865, 1845-08-26
From Arthur's Ladies' Magazine.
A Domestic Sketch
HOW TO CORRECT A HUSBANDS
FAULTS.
BY FANNY GRA,


BY FANNY GRAY.
"Now just look at you, Mr.. Jones! l de
clare! it gives me chill to see you 90 to ;
drawer. What do you want? Tell me! ant
! will get it for YOU"
Mrs. Jones springs to the side other hus
band who has gone to the bureau for some
thing, and pushes him away.
"There now! Just look at the hurra's
nest you have made! What do you want
Mr.. Jones?"
The husbal Id throws an angry look upon
his wife, mutters something that she canno
understand, and he turns away and leaves
the room.
l." 1t is too bad!" scolds Mrs. Jones to her.
self, commencing the work of restoring to
order the drawer that her husband had
thrown topsy turvy. 81 never saw such O
man! He has no kind of order about him
and then, if | speak word, he goes off in
huff But | wont have my things forever
in confusion"
In the mean time, Mr.. Jones, in a pet,
leaves the house, and goes to his store with
out the clean pocket handkerchief for which
he had been in search. Half the afternoon
passed before he gets over his i'll humor,
and then he does not feel happy. Mrs.
Jones is by no means comfortable in mind.
She is sorry that she spoke so roughly, al
though she does not acknowledge, even to
herself that she had done wrong, for every
now and then, size utters, half aloud, some
censure against the careless habits that
we're annoying and inexcusable. They had
been married five years, and all that time
Mrs. Jones had complained, but to no good
purpose. Sometimes the husband would get
angry, and sometimes he would laugh at his
wife; but he made no effort to reform him
SELF
Mr.. Jones, why will you do so!" said
Mrs. Jones, on the evening of the same day.
L" You are the most trying man alive"
"Pity you hadn't chance to try another"
retorted Mr.. Jones, sarcastically.
The offence given was careless over
turning of Mrs. jones' work basket, and the
scattering of needles, cotton, scissors, wax
and dozen etceteras about the floor.
The reply of Mr.. Jones, hurt his wife. 1t
SoC"Cu uliuSoci'cu' liS Hdu OIouBHt uUWe
a new book, which he Intended reading, but
the face of Mrs. Jones looked so grave after
the overturning Of the work basket, that he
felt no disposition to read to her, but content
ed himself with enjoying the book to HIM
SELF
1t must be said, that Mr.. Jones was avery
trying nian indeed, as his wife had alleged.
He could open closets and drawers as handy
as any one, but thought of shutting either
never entered his mind. The frequent re-
proof of his wife, such as
Had you any doors in the house where
you were raised?" or
"Please to shut that drawer, will you Mr..
Jonesg" or
"You are the most disorderly man in exist
ence," or
"You are enough to try the patience of a
saint, Mr.. JONES'" produced no good effect.
In fact, Mr. Jones seemed to grow worse
every day, instead of better. The natural
habits of order and regularity which his wife
possessed, were not respected in the least
degree. He drew his boots in the parlor
and left them in the middle of the floor
put his hat upon the piano, instead Of hang
ing it on the rack in the passage-tumbled
her drawers whenever he went TO them
left his shaving apparatus on the dressing
table or bureau-splashed the water about
and soiled the wall paper in washing, and
spite of all that could be said to him, would
neglect 10 take the soap out of The BASIN
spattered every thing around him with black.
ng when he brushed his boots-and did
hundred other careless things, that gave his
wife world of trouble, annoyed her sorely,
md kept her scolding at him nearly all the
ime. This scolding worried him good
leal, but it never for single moment made
i'm think seriously about reforming his bad
labits.
One day he came TO dinner. II was hot
lay. He went up into the chamber where
lis wife was sitting, and threw himself into
large rocking chair; took off his hat and
ossed it over the bed right in the midst of
alf dozen lace collars newly done up, and
licked off his boots with such energy that
ne of them landed upon the bureau, and
he other in the clothes basket, soilng a T
,hite dress Just from the ironing table |
oor Mrs. Jones was grievously tried. Her 4
usband expected storm, but no storm q
roke. He looked at his wife, she lifted his il
at from the bed and put it on the mantle s
iece---took his boots and put them in the r
loset from which she brought out his slip v
ers and placed them beside him, bnt he did Ii
OF understand the expression of her face, p
vactly. nor feel comfortable about it. Mr. il
ones did not seem angry but hurt. After C
,e had handed him bis slippers, she took a
le soiled dress from the clothes basket, over a
hich she had spent nearly half an hour d
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