The Democratic sentinel and Harrison County farmer. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1851-1852, 1851-12-10
How Mr.. and Mrs. Pickle played
a Game at Loggerheads, and
which came off a Loser by the
Fun
By PETER PEPPERPoD, ESQ.


Some sagacious female once made the
very truthfulremark, that there is skeleton
in every closet; in other words, that in all
families, however happily and contcnted they
might seem to glide along, there was sure
to be some little cankering grievance sort
of sharp thorn in the rose of domestic sweet
Whose presence prevented that perfect fe-
licity which can never be enjoyed this side
the walls of Heaven. 1t was thus with the
Pickleses. Though their married life was
one succession OF joys unutterable, and
flowed along with all the gentle calmness Of
a rippling brook, or the mellow sofmess Of a
sunset eve; we say, though thus in a sort of
elysian clover, they sailed in their pleasant
matrimonial barque, there was still one Ieetle
trihing sting, which like solitary musquito
inside the bar on q hot July night, destroyed
the unbrokcn rest which might otherwise
have been. ua
The said leetle trouble was this: Mrs.
Pickle had fallen into the most despicable OF
all bad habits in woman, that of letting the
dishes used forsupper remain over until the
following morning before she washed them.
Now, this bothered Mr.. Pickle exceedingly,
He was very nice and tidy in his notions, and
could not bear to see anything laying out Of
its place single moment longer than was
absolutely required; he despised, more par
ticularly, to see an array of unwashed dishes
on the table, strewn around amongst scraps
OF meat, slops and crumbs. But vain were
all his desires to have the system, altered,
utterly useless every grumbling complaint
he raised in Mrs. Pickles ear indeed, as is
generally the case, the more he showed his
annoyance, and said he was resolved to have
his wishes on the point obeyed, the more his
beloved wife persisted in proving that he
could not, no how it could be fixed. So, in
the end, Mrs. Pickles certainly reprehensi-
Bile habit settled down into steady one, and
her troubled husband was each morning
greeted by the eye-sore of the dirty dishes
spread abroad on the table. ''f 'a
Atlength he resolved to shame his wife into
a different arrangement by commencing tc
wash the crockery himself. Thought he tc
himself, while revolving the scheme in his
mind, 'tshe will surely come to her senses
when she sees me doing the work she ought
to do herself" nl.. .a.ars u mH
He reckoned without his host, however
for on the following night when he hac
waited until Mrs. Pickle had retired to bed
and then commenced his task in the adjon
ing room, that lady first listened to assure
herself of what he was doing, then secretly
said: Y "#s .'# L@'''
"Ahal that's the game, Is it, Mr.. Busy
body? You think to force me into doing AZ
you want, do you? But TIL let you know
I'm not to be forced against my will, by ne
such crazy notions as that. You can
shame me Mr. Pickle, and so you can res
your mind on that. I'm not such soft foo
as all that comes to, yet thank goodness, an(
soft you feel like making a molly -coddle 0
yourself, washing dishes, you can just wasl
away to your hearts content, as often a
ever you like, .. l1~ase sana a.tal5.
And so he did, until all the dishes wer
clean lshed, and placed away on the shelf
then retired to bed. a5.A ao. -.t,a
On the next evening it was observable tina
there was IeeAe larger pile of dirty crocker
on the table, when Mrs. Pickle had retired cal
lier than usual; and she lay and chuckle
to herself right merrily, as. the sound. OF, he
husband amongst the dishes came stealn
Through the window Immediately behind he
head, i ,s...,,.,Q,.f ia..q., t4s4,g ri Il,
en1Thats youp' she internally exclaimed
+'Wash away, my dear fellow, if you've &C
no better sense shan't attempt to sto
you, as sure as ever you are born. .,..
but all at once her congratulations wcr
suddenly brought 10 a close by the action
Mr.. Pickle, which changed them into any
thing rather than pleasurable frame
mind. ! A loud crash broke on her ear, elc
quent of a smash amongst the dishes, an
then she sprang up in bed and demande
what was the matter. Mr.. Pickle calml
replied that the sugar bowl had slipped OF
ofhis hand, and got broken on the floor.
d Her sugar bowl her beautiful particula
China sugar bowl, which she priced abov
all the crockery in the housed And it wa
LfsS.eags@ ,Tf'gigs nf IA III aifas snoliqlaasi
"My sou,lg'' she exclaimed, ID an agit'