The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1846-12-12
HOW TO MANAGE A HUSBAND.


81 never undertook but once" said
Tom Snooks, 4" TO set at naught the 'au-
thority of my wife. You know her
way--cool, quiet, but determined as
ever grew. Just after we we're mar
ried, and all was nice and cosy, She
got me into the habit of doing all the
churnipg. She never asked me to do
it, you know, but then she why, ii
was done in Just this way. She finish
ed breakfast rather before me one NOR.
ming, and slipping away from the ta-
BILE, she filled the churn with cream
and set it just where L couldn't help
seeing what was wanting. So took
hold regular enough, and churned till
butter come. She didn't thank me,
but looked SO nice and sweet about It
that felt well paid. Well, when the
next .churnipg day come along, she
did the same thing, and ! followed suit
and fetched the butter. Again and
again it was Just so, and was regular
ly in for it every time. Not word
said, YOU know, of course. Well, by
and by, this begun to be rather irksome.
wanted she should just ask me, but
she never did, and couldn't say any
thing about it 10 save my life. So on
we went. At last | made a resolve that
i wouldn't churn another time unless
she asked me. Churning day came.
and when my breakfast-she always
got nice breakfasts-when that was
swallowed; there stood the churn. l
gotup, and standing few moments,
Just to give her chance, ] put on my
hat and walked out of doors, stop
ped in the yard, to give her time TO call
to me, but never word said she, and
so with palpitating heart ] moved on.
| went down town, and all over town,
and my foot was as restless as that Of
Noah's dove. felt as If had done
wrong-I didn't exactly feel how--but
there was an indescribable sensation
oil guilt resting on me all the forenoon.
II seemed as if dinner time would new
er come, and. as for going home one
minute before dinner, would as soon
have cut my ears off. So went mo-
ping and frettrng around town till din
ner hour came. Home I went, feeling
very much as a criminal must, when
the jury is out, having in their hands
his destiny-lile or death. couldn't
make up my mind exactly how she
would meet me; but some kind Of storm
I expected. Will you believe it-she
never greeted me with a sweeter smile
had better dinner for me
than that day; but there stood the
churn, just where it stood in the NOR
ming. Not word was said, felt CON
foundedly cut, and as If every mouth
fui of that dinner would choke me-
She didn't pay any regard to II, how
ever, but went on Just as If no thing had
Before dinner was over, I
had again resolved, and showing back
my chair, I marched to the chnrn and
went at II, just IN the old way! Splash,
drip, rat,le--l kept it up. As If in spite
the butter was never so long coming!
l supposed the cream standing SO long
had got warm, and so | redoubled my
efforts. Obstinate matter-the after
noon wore away while was churning.
paused at last from real exhaustion,
when she spoke for The first time:
& Come, Tom, you have ratified that
butternlilk long enough, if it's only for
fun you are doing IN" knew how
it was in a flash. She had brought
butter In the forenoon, and left, the
churn, with the buttermilk in il, for me
10 exercise with! never SAT up for
myself in household matters after that"