The Democratic sentinel and Harrison County farmer. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1851-1852, 1851-07-09

ly miserable you can make each other by
continued fault-finding; give him foretaste
of the beautiful bedlam you can create for
him if you try. Thus you will set him to
thinking and he must admit that the fault
which appears so uncomfortable in you, is
quite as far from seeming amiable in himself
] Laura was much amused by her friends
singular council; but she was not fully con
vinced of its safety; until Mrs, Marston de-
clared herself in serious earnest, and instan-
ced a cross husband who had been cured in
| the manner she so warmly recommended,
| After long discussion on the subject,
4 Mrs. Carswell expressed her willingness to
follow her friends advice, but seemed to
doubt her ability to play the character it
would be necessary for her to assume, Mrs.
Marston, however succeeded in persuading
her to make the attempt and having favored
her with full instructions how to act, bade
her good morning and gaily took her leave.
Mrs. Carswell awaited with some anxiety
her husbands return to dinner, and when he
at length arrived, it was not without many
imisgivings that she remembered her resolu-
| ton to meet him in the same humor he him
self was in.
4 1t was cold raw day in November and
it so happened that Mr.. Carswell was unu-
sually cross.
Such wretched weatherp he exclaimed,
rubbing his hands and scawling, and this
room is as cold as barn
Jane, said Laura, why don't you keep a
better fire here Pile on the coal. We are
| freezing
/ And she quietly rocked the baby, while
lher brow seemed to be overshadowed by
some great trouble. s.
! Isn't dinner readyY asked Mr.. Carswell,
] in petulant tone.
! Nearly. 1t will be ready in few min
utes,' replied Laura. d., .s5
| 1T is two o'clock, said her husband, re-
ferring to his watch. when a man comes
home to his dinner, he does not like to be
kept waiting.'
why is not the dinner ready, Jane?' said
Mrs Darswell. you know that two o'clock
is the hour we dine at -,ta
! Yes, ma'am, said Jane, but by the clock
it wants five minutes to two II
'The clock is too slow, growled Mrs. Cars
well. - ,
'The clock is tooslow,' repeated Laura, in
a loudcrkey. why don't you see to such
matters, Jane? Set the pointer along FIVE
minutes, and be sure you never keep the
dinner waiing again
Mr.. Carswell cast a furtive glance at his
wife. Having always been accustomed to
having her apologize whenever he found
fault, and endeavor to excuse the domcsties,
! he hardly knew what to make of the change.
However, he said nothing, but led the way
to the dining room in silence
Jane was left in charge of the baby, and
Susan the cook attended on the table. ..
'SoupP said Mr.. Carswell. Heavens! it's
hot as fire! Soup should never be put up
on the table in such state:'
! No. added Laura, sharply. DO you
mean to scald people, Susan! never put fire
on the table again.
'Tasteless stuff, too, muttered Mr.. Cars
well dainty touching the spoon to his lips.
! 'lnsipid!' cried Laura, impa'iently. What
sort Of mess do you call this, Susan? 1t
tastes like the broth of stewcd leather. e
Mr. Carswell could not help smiling at
the conceit, but at the sight of Laura's long
face his collntenance changed Immediately.
Are you i'll to-day?' he asked.
Ill! No! replied Laura.
what is the matter, then?'
! Nothing only things don't go exactly to
suit me.
/ These being the precise words George had
hundreds Of times used in answer to similar
inquiries from his wife, he paused with the
spoon midway between his mouth and the
plate, and looked her fullin the face in great
surprise.
What does not suit you?' he asked
! why, the same things that do not suit you
J, | suppose, the soup
fThe soup is not very bad after all, it only
requires little salt ....
4 80 I perceive, observed Susan, unable to
repress a smile. -
Mr.. CarsWelPs humor seemed to improve,
until he had occasion to apply the carving
1 knife 10 the roast beef, when his countenance
again changed. e .
! Done te q crispH he exclaimed, land Su-
san knows ! like my beefrare. Ny dinner
is entirely spoilt', ,.m 5.,a hi.
i !SusanP cried Laura, 'why didn't you burn
/ the meat to a cinder and done with it? You
might as well puta coal on the table, net-
;, err ~
\ fAh,' interrupted George, in pleasant
TONG, it is not 50 bad as Iexpected- -itis rare
come to getinto it. .t M. ~.
'Soitis, said Laura smiling.se ~
! George seemed for moment diverted
from his annoying habit, but presently he
exclaimed, peevlshly; n1
I What wretched potatoes! they are not fl
to eat. never sawsuch water-soalted things
before. What is the reason we can't have
potatoes cooked better?' "a
/ Sure enough why can't we?' said Mrs
! Carswtll. why 10 you put such heavy
balls on the table, Susan? They are as wa.
..Itery as MELONS. If you do not know how
Ito boil potatoes properly
! My DEAR interrupted George, I am in
clined to think tits not in The cooking. The
potatoes were not good in the first place
] why we're they bought, then!' demanded
Laura, we might as well invest money in
poison parsnips. Potatoes that are not tit to
cat are worse than none at all. Here, Su-
Isan, take them away
/ But my dear, cried George, in a tone
Remarkably pleasant 4 think some Of them
|may, be good; Nov here is one that is quite
lmealy indeed s
! I can't see any difference in them' oh,
Iserved Laura, in significant tone.
/ George colored very red, and found no
more fault until the apple pnddingwas bro't
lin. 8 ~ ~ f Sit9 1sg
TfsIt Is spoiltP said he tbro,vino himself