The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1852-03-11

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wind blows in"
:" 1t is better than roasting" complain
ed Mrs. Carwell.
George bit his lips, but said nothing
The doors were closed, and the amiablc
couple did not find themselves uncomfort-
able, even with little more fire in the
crate
For two hours George and Laura sat to-
gether, luxurating in domestic peace and
comfort, and coversing in the most happy
manner.
AT length Laura took up magazine to
read aloud to her husband. In clear
musical voice, she read the opening chap
ter of beautiful and interesting story
which was so pleasantly written, that
George listened as to charm, his features
glowing with pleasure, and his beaming
eyes fixed lovingly on Laura's face.
Just as Mrs. Carwcll was commencing
the second chapter, the baby began to cry,
filling the house with the shrill pipings of
his little voice OF course, Laura, ever
ready to leave everything to run to her
darling child, and drive his fears and
troubles away with endearing kisses, stop
ed reading and started to her feet
What bother" muttered George.
cit seems to me the child is crosssr than
ever, lately. 1t never gives me minute s
peace"
Laura remembered the part she was
playing, at O most fortunate moment
Dashing her magazine upon the table with
an impatient gesture, she knit her brows
and exclaimed:
+" should think it might be quiet once
Why can't it sleep while we are enjoy
ing ourselves' Where is Jane, 1 wonder,
that she is not here to take care of it 7
But suppose it will always be so. Child
rem are the plague of married life What
people marry for I don't know. The pros
pect of generation of squalling children
Is very delightful I'll send for supply
Of paragoric before night, and give it as
freely as milk. I won't be tormented in
this way much longer"
Here, like too many actors, Laura over
did her part. 1t was perhaps, fortunate
that such was the case. At first, George
was prodigiously astonished at this unex-
pected burst Of passion Then he became
terribly frightened, believing her dangerous
ly insane. But her overacting Was at last
so apparent, that her ill-humor was no long
er mystery Something like the truth
flashed upon his mind.
cit strikes me that you find far't with
every thing to-day" said he.
"Haven't I right to 7" retorted Laura
"Can't complain rs we'll as you? I've
left the duty of fault finding to yourself
long enough. Now I am goin to help you.
I shall do my share in future. If it is
comfortable when we are joined together,
we'll see just how pleasant home we can
make of this"
Mr.. Carwell burst into roar Of laugh
ter. Laura, wholly unable to sustain her
part, in which she astonished herself as
we'll as George, relapse from the furious
into the mirthful-from tragedy into COM
edy-and laughed until the tears ran down
her cheeks and fell upon the face of her
darling child, which all the time she was
uttering her mad complaints she had been
tenderly holding to her heart.
On the following morning at breakfast,
George praised the buckwheats, pronounc-
ed the beef steak delicious, and drank an
extra cup of coffee, declaring his inability
to resist the temptation of its excellent
quality.
At dinner, the shrimps were cooked
exactly to his taste, and the chicken the
most tender and savory in the world, and
all the rooms were found to be of the most
favorable temperature.
Thus things continued three days, when
Mrs. Marston favored Laura with another
call, and inquired about the success of her
plans.
"Ah," said Laura, "I can never ex-
press my obligation to you George has
really learned to coutrol his temper, as
knew he would as soon as he was aware
how hateful his habits of fault-fnding had
become"
Mrs. Marston was rejoiced at her friends
happiness for Laura was troubled no
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