Fremont weekly freeman. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1850-1853, 1851-11-15


burnt crusts, which invaded his nostrils
j Tits Susan's carelessness,' exclaimed Laura
4 What is the girl about? Jane, go and tell her
4 if she cannot toast the bread without filling
j the house with smoke the sooner
4 hardly think that Susan is to blame In
! terrupted George.
i Who then?'
IL don't know as any body
There must be somebody to blame, when
we are annoyed observed Laura is tea
ready, Jane? Q
Yes ma'am, replied Jane
i And the amiable couple proceeded to the
tea table, where the cloth was spread in a very
inviting manner.
So firm had Georges habit of faull-fnding
become, that he complained Of his tea, almost
before he tasted Of it.
Its a pityswe can't have good cup Of tea
occasionally, murmurcd Laura, knitting her
brows
Susan, take away these slopsl Try again
and then see if you can't make something fit
to drink
And without saying by your leave. Laura
reached forth, took away her dear husbands
cup and emptied its contents into the slop-
bowl, at the same time pushing the pot
toward Susan with look of impatience and
disgust.
Laura was playing her part capitalIy. =
George became alarmed.
Don't be too hasty, my dear said be, taste
the tea and see what you think of it
There's no need returned Laura, can
take your word for it You know what good
tea is; and when you say the tea is bad, it is
/ enough It must be bad
But
%, it's useless to smooth things over
| When the tea is bad we may as well speak
plainly about it. / don't mean TO tolerate
insipidity any longer. Do you hear me, Su-
san?'
| Susan was as much astonished as Mr.. Car
well himself But she said nothing-neither
did he although he was compelled to wait
Eve minutes for the return of the teapot
| This time, in consequence of Susan's haste
and confusion, the tea was really insipid, but
somehow George found it excellent. A con-
ciliatory humer has remarkable tendency to
quicken ones talents for discovering imagina-
thy
Accordingly, George found no fault at the
tea-table: but on entering the sitting room he
undoubtedly forgot himself. and indulged in
his own habit without even knowing what he
said
What an atmospheric he exclaimed. IT'S
like going into an oven. What is the use of
keeping room so hot o
i suppose Jane meant TO roast u.s. added
Laura, tanning herself violently, although the
room was not uncomfortably warm at all.
Throw open the door, Jane. The baby,
poor thing, is cooked brown already You
could bake pies here. Do give us breath Of
fresh air
And Laura raised the window and sat
down by it, as if she was on the verge of faint
ing.
George ran to her in alarm. drew her away
and closed the window, starting at her as if he
deemed her insane.
You would catch your death cold he ex-
claimed impatiently. The chill night wind
blows in
1t is better than roasting complained Mrs,
Carwell.
George bit his lips but said nothing. The
doors were closed, and the amiable couple did
not find themselves uncomfortable, even with
little more fire in the gratel
| For two hours George and Laura sat to-
gether, luxurating in domestic peace and
comfort, and conversing in the most happy
manner.
At length Laura took up magazine TO
read aloud to her husband. In clear, musi-
cal voice she read the opening chapter of a
beautiful and interesting story, which was SO
| pleasantly written, that George listened as to
a charm, his features glowing with pleasure,
| and his beaming eye fixed lovingly on Laura's
i face.
/ Just as Mrs Carwell was commencing the
second chapter, the baby began to cry, filing
the house with the shrill pipings of his little
voice. Of course, Laura, ever ready TO leave
everything to run to her darling child, and
drive its fears and troubles away with en-
dearing kisses, stopped reading and started to
her feet
'What botherp muttered George. 1T
seems to me that the child is crosser than ever
lately. 1t never gives me minutes peace.
Laura remembered the part she was play
ing at most fortunate moment Dashing
her magazine upon the table with an impa-
| tient gesture, she knit her brows and cxclain-
ed:
should think It might be quiet once! Why
can't it sleep while we are enjoying ourselves
| Where is Jane, wonder, that she is not here
to take care of it? But 1 suppose it viii al
ways be SO. Children are the plague of mar
ried life. What people marry for don't
know. The prospect of'a generation of squall-
ing children is very delightful! I'll send for a
supply of paragoric before night, and give it
as freely as milk. l wont be tormented in this
way much longer
Here like too many actors, Laura overdid
her part 1t was perhaps fortunate that such
was the case. AT FIRST George was prodigi-
ously astonished at this unexpected burst of
passion. Then he became terribly frightened,
believing her dangerously insane, But her
overacting was at last so apparent, that her
ilEhumor was no longer mystery, Some
thing like the truth flashed upon his mind.
1t strikes me that you find fault with every
thing to day. said he
Haunt l right to q retorted Laura Can't
complain as well as you? I've left the duty
of fault-fnding to yourself long enough. Now
| am going to help you. l shall do my share
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