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


manner she SO warmly recommended.
After a long discussion on the subject. Mrs.
Carwcll expressed her willingness TO follow
her friends advice, but seemed to doubt her
ability to play the character it would be neces-
sary for her to assume. Mrs. Marston, how
ever, succeeded persuading hertz make the
attempt, and having favored her with full in
structions how TO act, bade her good morning,
and gaily took her leave.
Mrs. Carwell aw aited with some anxiety her
husbands return to dinner and when he at
length arrived, it wasnot without many mis-
giyings that she remembered her resolution to
meet him in the same humor he himself was
in.
1t was cold raw day in November. and ii
so happened that Mr.. Carwel was unusually
cross
Such wretched weather!, he exclaimed,
rubbing his hands and scowling, 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 her
brow seemed to be overshadowed by some
great trouble
Isn't dinner ready?' asked Mr.. GarwelI, in
"a petulent tone
Nearly, it viii be ready in few moments
replied Laura.
1t is two o'clock said her husband, refer
ring to his watch when man comes home
to dinner, he does not like to be kept waiting
Why is not dinner ready, Jane?' said Mrs
Carwell. You know that two O'Clock is the
hour that we dine at
Yes ma'an,' said Jane, but by the clock it
wants Eve minutes to two
The clock is too Slow growled Mr.. Car
well.
The clock is too Slow repeated Laura, in a
louder key. why don't you see to such mat
ters, Jane Set the pointers along FIVE min
utes and be sure you never keep the dinner
waiting again.
Mr.. Carwell cast fugitive glance at his
wife. Having always been accustomedt to have
her apologize whenever he found fault, and
endeavor TO excuse the domestics, he hardly
knew what to make of the change However,
he said nothing. but led the way 10 the dining
room in silence.
Jane was left in charge of the baby, and
Susan, the cook, attended on the table.
'SoupP said Mr. Carwell, Heavens it is
hot as fire! Soup should never be put upon
the table in such a state
No. added Laura sharply. Do you mean
to scald people, Susan never put fire on the
table again
'Tasteless stuff, too muttered Mr. Carwell,
daintily touching the spoon to his lips.
Insipid!' cried Laura impatiently What
sort of mess do you call this Susan It tastes
more like the broth of stewed leather
Mr. Earrall aor11 Yot baI, ilir,rr ! FL, "a
conceit, but at the sight of Laura's long face.
his countenance changed Immediately.
Are you i'll to-day p he asked.
Ill? MOI 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 plate,
and looked her full in the face in great sur
prise
what does not suit you ?. he asked.
why the same thing that does not suit you,
suppose-the soup
The soup is not very bad after all, it only
requires little salt
Mr.. Carwell's humor seemed to improve
until he had occasion TO apply the carving
knife to the roast beef when his countenanee
again changed.
Done to crispn he exclaimed, and Susan
knows like my beef rare. My dinner is en-
tirely spoilt.'
.Susanl' cried Laura, why didn't you burn
the meat TO cinder and done with it! You
might as well put coal on the table; |
never
'Ah,' interrupted George, in pleasant tone
1T is not SO bad as expected, it is rare
come to get into it,
Soft is said Laura smiling.
George seemed for moment diverted from
his annoying habit, but presently he exclaim-
ed peevishly;
What wretched potaioesl they are not fit
to eat, never saw such water soaked things
before. What is the reason We can't have po-
tatoes cooked better p
Sure enough, why can't we% said Mrs
Carwell. why do you put such heavy balls
On the table, Susan? They are watery as
melons If you do not know how to boil po-
tatoes properly
My DEAR interrupted George. 4 am inclin-
cd to think tits not in the cooking The po-
tatoes were not good in the first place.
why were they bought then?' demanded
Laura. We might as well invest money in
poison parsnips. Potatoes that are not fit to
eat are worse than none at ALL Here Susan
take them away
But. my DEAR cried George, in tone re-
markably pleasant Now here is one that is
quite mealy indeed
L can't see any difference in them,' obscrv-
ed Laura in significant tnne
George colored very red and found no
more fault until the apple pudding was brought
in.
IT is spoiltH said he throwing himself back
in bis chair. The crust is as heavy as Lead
Heavy echoed Laura, it is like SO much
grating wax-tough and indigestble as a
saddle. Who do you think is going to eat
that boiled dough and chopped apples p
Throw it,
MY dear, think said George, in con-
ciliatory tone, "a part of this side of it may be
palatable. Why it appears quite light. The
apple is very nice, and