The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1846-12-10
How my Wife got the Upper
Hand.

never undertook but once" said Tom
onoops, " to set at nought the authority of my
VIE You know her way-cool, quiet, but
determined as ever grew. Just after We
were married, and all was nice and COSY, she
got ME into the habit ofdoing all the churning.
She never asked me to do it, you know. but
then she-why, it was done Just in this way;
She finished breakfast rather before me. one
morning, and slipped away from the table
she filled the churn with cream, and sat it
down just where couldn't help seeing what
was wanted. So l took hold, and chur
ned till the come" She didn't thank ne
but looked so nice and sweet I felt well
paid. Well when the next churning day came
along, she did the same thing and follow
ed-sult, aad fetched the butter. Again and
again, II was done just SO, and was regular
~ IN for it every time. Not word said YOU
know, otcourse. Well by an bye, this began
to be rather irksomc. wanted she should
ask me, bat she never did, and couldn't say
anything about it, to save my life. So on We
went. At last made resolve that would
not churn another time unless she asked me.
Churnng day came, and when my breakfast
She always got nice breakiast--when that
was swallowed there stood the churn rot
up and standing a few minutes, Just to give
her achance, put ON my hat and ,ralked out
doors stopped in the yard, to gvie her
tune to call me, but never word said she
and so with FACILITATING heart moved on.
went down town, and up town, and all over
town, and my foot was restless as was that of
Noahs dove felt as if had done wrong
i didn't exactly feel how-but there was
q understandable sensation Of guilt resting on
me all the forenoon. 1t seemed as if dinner
1nHrn1. r..
home one minute before dinner,I would soon
er cut my ears off, So went fretting and
moping about town till dinner hour came.
Home l went, feeling very much as crimi-
nal must when jury is out having in their
hands his destiny--life or death. / couldn't
make up my mind exactly how she would
meet me but some kind of storm expect
ed. Will you believe it-she never greeted
me with sweeter smile-never had better
dinner for me than on that day; but there
stood the churn just where | had left it
Not word was said-I felt confoundedlv
cut, and every mouthful of that dinner SEEM
cd as If it would choke me. She didn't paw
any regard to it, however, bat went on exact
~ as if nothing had happened. Before din
ncr was over, had again resolved, and show
ing back my chair, l marched to the churn,
and went att just in the old way. Splash,
drip, ratte-splash, drip, and rattle kept
it up. As fin spite, the butter never uas so
long coming suppose the cream standing
so long, had got warm,and so 1 redoubled my
eXertions. Obstinate matter-thc afternoon
wore away while / was churning. Ipaosed
at last from real exhaustion, when she
spoke for the first time :"Come, Tom, my dear,
gov hare rdHied that bmtermM quite Iona
enough if its only for fun you're doing It'll
knew how it was in flash She had
brought the butter in the forenoon, and left
the churn standing with the buttermilk in it,
for me to exercise with never set up for
myselfin household matters after that
Barre Gdsete.