Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1846-11-11
How 10 rule a Husband.

Ihe following Is the story OF Tom SnoOks,
from the Barre Gazette:
81 never undertook but once" said Tom, ''to
set at aught the authority of my wife. You
know her way-cool, quiet, but determined as
ever grew. After we were married, and all
was nice and cozy, she got me into the habit of
doing 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 slipping a.
way from the table she filled the churn with
cream, and set it just where couldn't help Sec
ing what was wanted. So took hold regularly
enough and churned till the butter come. She
did mt thank me, but looked so nice and sweet a
bout it that felt well paid. Well, when
the next churning day came along, she did the
same thing, and | followed suit and fetched the
butter. Again and again it was done just SO,
and was regularly in for it every time. Not
word said, you know of course. Well,by and
by, this began to be rather irksome. | wanted
she should just Gsk me, but 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 ask
ed me. Churnng day came, and when by break
fast-she always got nice breakfasts-when
that was swallowed there stood the churn.
got up, and standing few minutes just to give
her chance, put on my hat and walked out
doors. | stopped in the yard few minutes to
give her chance to call me, but never word
said she, and so, with palpitating hearth NOV
ed on. went down town, up town, and my foot
was as restless as was that of Noahs dove. |
felt as if | had done wrong-l didn't exactly
feel how-but there was an indescrihablc SEN
sation of guilt resting upon me all the forenoon.
1t seemed as ii dinner time would never come,
,y,1 Co.
would as soon have my ears off. So | went
fretting and moping around town till dinner
hour came. Home went feeling very mach as
criminal must when the jury is out, having in
their hands his destiny-life or death. i couldn't
make up my mind exactly how she would meet
me, but some kind of storm expected. VIII
you believe it a-she never greeted me with
sweeter smile, never had a better dinner for me
than on that day: but there stood the churn
Just where left it Not word waa said; |
felt confoundedly cut, and every mouthful of
that dinner seemed as if 1t would choke me
She didn't pay any regard to il, however, but
went on just as if nothing had happened. Be-
fore dinner was over had again resolved, and
showing back my chair / marched "a the shurn
and went at it, justin the old wav. Splash,
drip, rattle, splash, drip, rattle. kept it up.-
As in spte,the butter was never so long coming
! surpassed The cream standing so long, had got
warm, sol redoubled my efforts. Obstinate
matter-the afternoon wore away while | was
achurning. paused at last from real exhaus-
tation, when she spoke for the firit time: Come
Tom, my dea5you have ratified that butter milk
quite long enough, if it's only for fun you are
doing It knew how it was. in flash. She
had brought the butter in the forenoon, and left
the churn standing with the butter milk in, for
me to exercise with. never sat up for myself
in houehold matters after that"