Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1853-08-31
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Ton Syoops.-I never tried but once.
said Tom, TO set at naught the authority OF
my wife. You know her way-cool, quiet,
but determined as ever grew. Just after we
were married, and all was nice and coscy.
she got me into the churning. She never
asked me to do it, you know, but then she
why. it was done in just this way. Sh"
finished breakfast rather before me one morn
inc, slipping away from the table, she filed
the churn with cream, and sat it just where
/ couldn't help seeing what was wanted
So took hold regularly enough, and chur-
ned till the butter came. She didn't thank
me, but looked so nice and sweet about II
that | felt well paid.
sWell, when the next churning day came
along, she did the same thing, and, and !
followed suit and fetched butter. Again and
again it was done Just so, and | was regulars
" in for at every time. Not a word wa
said, YOU know, Of course.
VOL, by and by, this began to be rather
irksome. | wanted she should just ask me-,
but she never did, and | couldn't say any
thing about It, to save my life. So on we
went. At last I made q resolve that |
wouldn't churn anothert time unless she asked
me.-Charning day came, ana then my
breakfast-when that was swallowed, there
stood the churn. l got up and standing a
few minutes, Just to give her a chance, | put
on my hat and walked out of doors.
4 stopped in the yard to give her time
to call me, but never a word said she, and
so, with a palpitating heart, / moved on
| went down town, and up town, and all Over
town, and my foot was as restless rs wa
that Of Noah's dove. l felt as if had done
a wrong--I did not exactly feel how--bu'
there was an indescribable sensation Of gull
resting on me all the forenoon. 1t seemed
as if dinner time would never come, and a
to going home one minute before dinner
| would as soon have cut my ears OFT s.
/ went fretting and moping round town til
elmer hour came.
" Home | went, feeling very much as
criminal must when the jury are out AM
having in their hands his destiny-life o
death. Aud then | couldn't make up m,
mind exactly how she would meet me, bu
some kind Of a storm | expected. viii yo
believe it? She never greeted me with
sweeter snile-never had a better dinner 70
me thar on that day. But there stood tn
churu Just where ! had left it.
"Not a word was said. felt eonfonnd'
out, and every mouthful ofthat dinner seen
ed as if it would choke me. She didn't pa
any regard to it, however, but went on ju
exactly rs if nothing had happened B,
fore dinner was over, had again %resolyco
and showing back my chair, | marched
the churn and went at it in the old way
Splash, drip, ratlle-splash drip, rattle
kept it up. As if in spite, the butter new
was so long in coming. supposed Il
cream standing SO long had got warm, al
so | redoubled my efforts. Obstinate ma
ter-the afternoon wore away while | W
churning. 1 paused at last from sheer e
haustion, when she spoke for the first tim
Come, Tom, my dear, you have rattle
that buttermilk quite long enough, fits on
for fun you are doing it,
-" | knew how it was in q flash She h
brought the butter in the forenoon, and !
it standing with the buttermilk in. for me
exercise with. | never set up for myself
household matters after that"