The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1852-04-14

Ills 1t might revive was fearful to the ems,
mans mind. His breakfast over. forgetfI
OF his lesson, careless Raymond wandered
away from home, his necessary morning
iab'Ts in his farm-yar' unattended to, and
ms wood-pile unvisited. He returned
nome and noon, strong in the faith tha,
he should SIT down to a good dinner. be-
cause he was one Of those men who think
that wife should always give her hus-
band a COOP dinner, whether she have
anything to cook or not. Mrs. Warner;
had enough to cook, but nothing to cook
with; however, much to Raymond's salts
action, when he entered his room he
found the table spread, and he knew he
should soon be invited to take q seat near
| it.
When the invitation came, he fastened
to his accustomed scat, lifted the cover
from dish that he supposed contained
meat; and truly, there was meat, but lust
as it came from the butchers. RAYMOND
was not Cannibal; he looked at his
wife lnquiringly; she appeared to be wait
ing patiently to be served. He lifted the
cover from another dish there was pota-
toes just as they had been dug from the
earth. All the dishes that usually con-
tanned Vlctuals were coverd. RAYMOND
grew suspicious, and he lifted the covers
hastily. There was bread Just as il had
como from the tray; there was turnips
tnat had never been under the influence
OF fre; there were apples handsomely sliced
Tor sauce, and there were numerous other
edlbles, but none Of them could RAYMOND
eat. lie turned for consolation to a cup of
tea his wife had deposited near his plate.
There were tca-lcaves floating in the Gun.
but the tea looked remarkable pale: new
erthlcss, Raymond, by force of habit, blew
it vigorously to prepare it for his palate
Dut when he put 1t to his lips, he found
that lie had wasted breath; for the ,cater
was as cold as when it came from the
spring.
+ Raymond was not n hasty man. He
pushed back his chair deliberately, and
thought aloud:
"ln the name of Heaven, what does
this mean!"
Mrs. Warren, whose countcnance dur;ng
this scene had worn sober aspcct. now
smiled pleasantly, and answered:
The victuals were oil on the stove the
usual time"
"lts strange they were not cooked
said Raymond.
Not at ALL" replied Mrs. Warren
there was no wood to cook them with"
In an instant Easy Warren then saw
what moral there was in, his novel din
ner, and, with keen appetite he went TO
work on the wood-pile. He took his
dinner and supper together that day, and
he remembered that Mr. Warren said:
Now, Raymond, whenever you leave
me without wood, you must expect to eat
victuals that has been cooked on a cold
stove"
Many women would have stormed and
scolded, but Mrs. Warren knew there
was a better way to correct her easy hus-
bands carelessncss, or shiftlcssness, as
the reader pleases.
One day ysthere was no -four in the house,
and Raymond was about to GO with some
nelShbors to a town meeting, when his
wife hid his best coat, and reminded him
hm, o. the empty four-barrel. Another
day his corn, H'as to be gathered, when 4
ncighbor desired nm 20 assist him with
his horses and wagon. i: was aneighbor
who often received iavors, but sei,,,cm ZEN
dered them; yet easy Warren could NJ:
refuse him. But when he went to hitch
his horses before his wagon, he found that
one of the wheels were missing. OIL
course, the neighbor was disappointed. In
the afternoon, when Raymond expressed
n wish to draw his corn, his wife told him
where he could find the lost wagon
wheel.
This way was easy Warren's house
hold managed, until he began to realize
practically what the error of his life had
been. People said: "Warren's farm looked
much better thar it did some years ago"
Mrs. Warren never interfered with RAY
mond's business except when lie neglected
1t, and then she never found fault or scol-
ded, but took occasion to show his neg
lect TO him in manner which Impressed
him with his injustice to his own interests.
Raymonds cattle were all cared for,
and were in good order. When his fem
ces were down, it he didn't replace them
his wife employed n neighbour to make
the necessary repairs. His wife took the
papers, and read {; she knew the state
Of the market, and, to oblige her, Raw
mond had his grain in market W ben .hc
prices was highest. Some people said:
Easy Warren is a hen-pecked hus-
band"
But he knew better; and he often boas-
ted that his wife was more of business
man. than he was.
They had lived together peaceably for
some years, WREN one day, Raymond was
in a good humor thinking over his pros
perepsa. condition, aud he told his wife ::
"Iu Z tenaan's-rights man Of the true
gsse sly may say you wear the breech-
esss s|sty please lin satisfied to have
you do the thinking for our firm. And,
And now | see what fool have been.