The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1851-08-13

'ez y h,h u Is enough. II must be bad.
sBui-"
%. il's usfless 10 smooth things over.
When The TEA D. bad. ne may ss well
speak plainly ahnui il. I don't mean "a
tolerate insiPiiiIy any longer. DO you
hear. Susan r.
Susan was as mnrh asionishe,l as Mr..
Carswrll himself. Isui she saii nothing
-neiiher did hr-aIlheush he was CON-
p<lled 10 wait i've minutes inr The return
of lhe teapot. /.
This time. in consequence af Snsan's
liasle and confusion. The iea was really
in<ipid. bni somehow George found /,
excellent. A cnnriliaiosy hnmor has !,
remarkable tendency 10 quicken ones
talents f,r discovering imaginary prrfec-
Iinns in things mnsi pnor and unwnrIhy.
Accordingly. l;eorge found no fault al
The lea-iablc I; but on enlrring the sitting
room he rndouhledIy forgot himself, and
in.Iulged in his old habit without even
knowing what he said.
What an atmosphere !" he exrlaim-
ed. I'll is like going inln an oven.
What is the nSe Of keeping room so
l,oi 7"
~ suppose Jane meant 10 roast u.s.
added Laura. fauning herself violenlly, al
ihnugh The rom was not nnrnmfonsbly
warm. afier all. !. Throw open the doors,
Jane. The baby. ponr thing. is cooked
hlown already. You could bake pies
here. do give ns breath OF fresh air. "
1 And Laura raised The window and sal
down by i. as IL on The verge Of fainling.
George ran "a her IN alarm. drew her
away and rlosri The window, staring al
her as If he deemed her insane.
j. You would catch yonr deaih-cold.'
he exclaimed impalienily. "rhe chill
night wind blows in"
Ia is beIIer Than roasting" complain
Ell Mrs. Carswell.
George bit his lips. hut said nothing
The doors were closed. and The amiabls
couple did not iind themselves uncomloua
bic, even with a lille more fire in lh'
CRATE.
i For two hours George and .aura sa
ioge,hcr, luxurlaling in domestic peac
and comfort. and cnnversing in The mos
happy manner.
| Al length Laura took up magazine
( read aloud TO her husband. In a elea
s musical voice, she rrad the opening char
Ter of a beautiful and interesting sior,
! which was so pleasantly aud irulhfull
written, that George listened as 10
lcharm, his features glowing with pleasul
and his bcaming eyes fixed lovingly Q
3 I.anra's face.
4 Just MS Mrs. Caswell was commencin
s the second chapter, the child began I
cry, filling The house with The shrill pir
ings oi illIs little voice. Ofcourse, I.aurs
ever ready TO leave everything To run b
her darling chill, and drive its fears am
i iroubIes away with entearing kisses
I stopped reading and started To her feet.
H " What a b0iher!' muiiered George
/. II scemsio me that child is crosser Thai
ever lately. Ii never gives US mInule''
peace"
Laura remembered the part she wa,
playing a, most fortunate moment
Dashing her magazine upon the table will
an impatient gesture. she knit her pretty
brows, and exclaimed:
81 should think il might be qnet once
why can't il sleep while we are enjoying
ourselves Where is Jane, | wonder
that she is not here To take care Of il
But | supp Sc il will always be so
Children are the curse Of married life
What people marry for don't know
The prospect Of generation oI squallinl
brats is very delightful! Ill send for
supply OF paragoric before another night
and give il as freely as milk. won
be iormenied this way much longer"
Here, like loo many actors, Laur
ouerdid her part. Il was perhaps foriu
nate that such was the case. Al frs
George was prndieiously asionislled a
this unexpected burs, Of passion rhcI
he became terribly frightened, believing
her dangerously. insane. But her over
acting was al last SO apparent, that he
ill-humor was no lunger a mystery
Something like The truth flashed upon hi
mind.
1T strikes me that you find fault wit
everything. to-day" said he.
4 "Have't right TO I" retorIed Laura
Can't | complain as well as you! l'v
left The duty of fauli-fin,ling 10 yourse
long enough. Now know ! am goin
TO help YOU. / shall do my share oi
in future. lf il is comfortable for one
complain. il must be twice comfo'tabl
when we are Joined together. Well sc
, Just how pleasant home we can make
this -
Mr.. Carswell hurst into roar Of laugh
Ter. Laura. wholly unable longer 10 sus
tain her part, in which she aston'sl'e
herself as well as George, relapsed Iron
the furious into the mirlhful-irom lrae'
dy into comedy and laughed until III
tears ran down her checks and fell upo
tho fare Of the darling child. which all "
time she was nliering her mad complain
| she had been holding iendcrly % ~
heart.