The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1851-03-19

Baip; but ishelkept il back. .J5 The pain in
her head subsidized alEat once; but q, weight
and oppression in her breast followed that
was almost suffocating.
r. Mr.. Balm drank his coffee, and ate his
steak and toast with apretay fair relish; for
he had good appetite and good diges.
ition, and WASH in q state of robust health.
But Mrs. Balm ate nothing How could
she eat? And Yeti is but the truth to say,
that her husband, who noticed the fact, at
tributed her abstinence from food more to
temper Than want of appetite. He was
aware that he had spoken too freely, and
attributed the consequent change in his
wife's manner 10 anger rather than a
wounded spirit. ~ eFi .ss'N o.@aieF
.Do you want anything?" asked Mr..
Balm, on rising from the table and turning
to leave the room, lie spake with more
kindness than previously.
"No," was the wife brief answer, made
without lifting her eyes to her husband s
".In the sulks!" sg hgh9 faa
| Mr.. Bain did not say this aloud, but
such was his thought, as he turned away
and left the house. He did not feel alto
gether comfortable of COURSE No man
can feel comfortable while there is cloud
upon the brow Of his wife, whether if be
occasioned by peevshness, ill-temper, bo-
Oily or mental suffering. No, Mr.. Bain
did not feel altogether comfortable, nor
satisfied with himself, as he walked along
to his store; for there came across his
mind a dim recollection of having heard
the baby fretting and crying during the
might; and also of having seen the form Of
his wife moving to and fro in the chamber,
while he lay snugly reposing in bed. 9',~
| But these were unpleasant images, and
Mr.. Balm thrust them from his mind ,
| While Mr.. Balm took his morning walk
to his store. his lungs freely and pleasure.
bly, expanding in the pure, invigorating
air, his wife, to whose throbbing temples
the anguish had returned, and whose re.
laxed muscles had scarcely enough tension
to support the weight Of her slender frame,
slowly and painfully began the work ofget-
ting her two oldest children ready. tor
school. This done, the baby had to be
washed and dressed. 1t screamed during
the whole operation, and when, at last, it
fell asleep upon her bosom, she was SO
tcompletely exhaustedsthat she had +toilay
down. Tears wet her pillow as she lay
with her babe upon her arm. He, to whom
alone she had right to look for sympa-
|thy, for support, and for strength in her
many trials, did not appear to sympathise
with her in the least. If she looked sober
from the pressure Of pain, fatigue, or do
mestic trials, he became impatient, and
sometimes said, with cruel thoughtlessness,
that he was tired Of clouds and rain, and
would give the world for wife who could
smile now and then. If, amid her many
household cares and duties she happened
to neglect some little matter that affected
his comfort, he failed not to express his
annoyance, and not always in cheerfully
chosen words. No wonder that her wo.
mans heart melted-no wonder that hot
tears were on her cheeks. iha1 iisiie
1 Mr.. Balm had. as we have said, an ex-
cellent appetite; and he took especial pleas
ure in its qualification. He liked his dinner
particularly. and his dinners were always
good dinners He went to market himself.
On his way to his store he passed through
the market, and his butcher sent home
what he purchased. ~ a,nsqgnt sgl3l
"The marketing has come" said the
cook to Mrs. Balm, aboutten O'Clock, arous-
ing her from brief slumber into which she
had iallen--a' slumber that exhaustedna
lture demanded, and which would have
done far more than medicine for the resto-
ration Of something like healthy tone to
her system. ' r ef'
til!"Very we'll j will come down in lit
tie while, J" returned Mrs. Balm, raising her
self on her elbow, 'and see about dinner.
What has Mr.. Balm sent home?" ,tsoaaa
/ "a calf's head!" -
ols"Whatq'9 fasj'naf.''i" iss''2 F'''es'
"a calf's head. y aii al mo.re ohge
10 nVery well. i will be down to see
about it," Mrs. Balm ,repressed any fur
ther remark. !f
Sick and exhausted as she felt, she must
spend at least two hours in the kitchen in
making soup and dressing the calf's head
fer her husband's dinner. Nothing ofthis
could be trusted TO the cook, for to trust
any part Of its preparation to her was to
have it spoiled. M
With d sigh, Mrs Balm rose from the
bed. AT first she staggered across the
room like one intoxicated, and the pain,
which had subsidized during her brief slum-
Der, returned again with added violence.
But. really sick as she felt, she went down
to the kitchen and passed full two hours
there in the preparation of delicacies for
her, husbands dinner And what was her
lrewardl 4s, ,.,,.., .s,s., a,,.
This is the worst calf 5 head soup you
ever made. What have you done to it?''
said Mrs Balm, pushing the plate Of soup
from before him, N iih anexpression Of dis
gust on; his face. s,oi,asssA 4iaai 81 s ..las
There were tears in the eyes Of the suf.
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