Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1846-11-12
HOW SHE DID Ii.

81 never undertook but once" said Tom, "to set
at naught the authority of my wife. You know her
way-cool, quiet, but determined as ever she was.
Just after we were married, and all was nice and
cozy she got me in the habit fdong all the churn-
ing. She never asked me 10 do it, you know, but
then she-why it was done just in this way. She
finished breakfast before the one morning, and slip
ping away from the table, she filed the churn with
cream, and sat it where | could not help seeing
what was wanted So took hold regularly enough,
and churned till the butter had come. She didn't
thank me, but looked nice and sweet about it
that felt well paiu. We'll, when the next churn-
ng day came along she did the same thing, and
followed suit and fetched the butter Again aud
again it done just so, and | was regularly IN
for it every time. Not a word said, you know, OF
course. Well by and bye, this began to be rather
rksome. | wanted she should Just ask me, but she
never did, and couldn't say anything about it, to
save my life, so we went. AT last made re-
solve that | would not cburn another time, unless
she asked me. Churnng day came, and when my
brcakfast-sh always got nice breakfasts when
that was swallowed, there stood the churn | got
up, and standing a few minutes just to give her
chance, put on my hat and walked out of doors, |
stopped in the yard to give her time to call me, but
never word said she, and so, with FACILITATING
heart, moved on | went down town, up town,
and all over town. and my foot was as restless as
Noal's dove. ! felt as it had done wrong,
didn't exactly feel how but there was an indie
scrbable sensation OF guilt resting upon me all inc
forenoon. 1t seemed as If dinner time never would
come, and for going home one minute before
dinner would as soon have cut my ears off. So
| went lretting and mopng around town I'll, dinner
hour came Home went, feeling very much as a
criminal must when the jury is out, having in their
hands his desny--lile or death. ] couldn't make
up my mind how she would meet me, but some
kind Of storm expected. VIII you believe it !?
she never greeted me with sweeter smile never
had better dinner for me than that day; but
there stood the churn, Just where left it! Not a
word was said | felt cOnfoundedly cut, and every
mouthu of the dinner seemed as if it would choke
me. She didn't pay any regard 10 it, however, but
went on just as il nothing had happened. Before
dinner over had again resolved, and, showing
back my chair marched to the churn and went at
it in the old way. Splash drip, rattle, splash drip,
rattle, kept it up. AS if in spite, the butter never
was long in coming | supposed the cream
standing SO long had got warm, and so | redoubled
my efforts. Obstinate matter-the afternoon wore
away while was churnng. | paused at last, from
real exhaustion, when she spoke for the first time
Come, Tom, my dear, you have ratified that butler
ntk quite enough, If it's only for fun you doing
itn | knew how it in flash. She had bro't
the butter In the forenoon and left the churn stand
ing with the buter.mlk ill., for me to exercise with
| never set pfor myself in household matters, at
ter that.'--Bure Gazette.