Wisconsin herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1846-1849, 1847-01-16
Husbands Confession.
RY TOM sNooPs.

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naught the authority Of my wife. You
know her way, cool, quiet, but deter
mined as ever grew. Just alter we
married and all was going nice and
COW she got me into habit OF dong
al the churning, She never ask d me
70 do il, YOU know, but then She-why
= was done Just in this way. She I'M
;shed breakfast rather before me one
morning, and slipping away from the
table. she filled the churn with cream
and sat it Just where | couldn't help
seeing what it wanted. So l took hold
regularly enough. and churned till the
butter came. She did not thank me,
bnt looked so nice and sweet about 1t,
tha, felt well paid. Well, when the
next churning day came along, she did
the same thing, and followed suit and
fetched the butter. Again it was done
lust 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 irksome, | wan
tad she should Just ask me, but she
never did, and | couldn't say anything
about it to save my life, and so on we
went. At last made resolve that
would not churn another time, unless
she asked me. Churning day came,
and when my breakfast-she always
get nice breakfasts-whcn that was
swallowed there stood the churn. |
got up and standing few minutes. just
to give her a chance, put on my hat
and walked out doors. stopped IN
the yard to give her time to call me,
but not a word said she. and so, with
palpitating heart, moved on. went
down town, up town, and all over
town, and my foot was as restless as
Noah's dove. f,lt as if | had done
wrong-I didn't exactly feel how
but there was an indescribable scnsa-
ton of guilt resting upon me all the
forenoon. 1t seemed as if dinner time
never would come, and as for going
home one minute before dinner, |
would as soon have my ears off. So |
went fretting and moving around town
till dinner hour came. Home | went
feeling very much as criminal must
when the jury is out, having in their
hands his destiny-life or death. |
couldn't make up my mind exactly
how she would greet me, but some
kind Of storm expected 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 | left
it. Not word was said; felt con-
foundedly cut, and every mouthful of
that dinner seemed as lift would choke
me. She didn't pay any regard TO it,
however, but went on ust as if moth
ing had happened: Before dinner
was over ! had again resolved, and
showing back my chair, | marched TO
the churn and went at it, just in the
old way Splash, drip, rattle. splash,
drip, rattle-l kept it W. As il in
spite, the bntter never was so long
coming / supposed the cream stand
ing so long. had got warm, and so !
redoublcd my efforts. Obstinate mat
ter-the afternoon wore away while
was churning. | paused at last, from
real exhaustion, when she spoke for the
first time-"Come Tom, my dear, you
have ratified that butter-mik 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 stand
ing with the butter-milk in, for me TO
exercise with. never set up for my
self in househould matters after that.
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