Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1854-07-22

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had done her very worst for breakfast
The beef-steak was burned to a cinder; th
eggs were like bullets; the bread was hal
baked; and the coffee, which was ou
mainstay, was execrable. My HUSBAND
was very patient with all this, until i
came to the coffee, and it upset him. HI
put his cup down, and said in half vexet
tone, 81 do wish we could ever have an,
good coffee. Annette, why cannot you
have it made as my mother does?''
This was the drop too much for me, ant
l boiled over. "You never think anything
on your table fit to be eaten," said /, and
almost started at the sound OF my own
voice "you had better live at home, i
you are not satisfied, or else provide me
with decent servants. cannot do every.
thing-take care of my baby all night, and
get the breakfast too."
81 did not know before that | was 81
very unreasonable" said he, in a tone Of
injured feeling. He sat few minutes
then rose, left bis untaS,ed breakfast, and
went off.
When i heard the door shut behind him.
all my temper left me. l went into nv
room, locked myselfin sat down and cried
like child This was the first cross acora
had ever spoken to my husband. 1t
seemed 10 me as if some sudden calamity
had beiallen us. worked myself up to
such pitch of feeling that l walked about
the room wringing my hands.
"Oh, it is all over with US" thought /;
"we shall never be happy together again
10 this world" This thought made me
unspeakably miserable. felt as il black
pail had fallen around me; and in the
future there was only blank darkness. In
my misery sought 20 comfort myself by
blaming him. ale need not have spoken
SO TO me, at any rate" said l, out loud !;
"he might have seen how l felt it was
too much for any one to bear. 1t really
was not one bit kind in him. 1t is plain
enough that he does not care for my COM
fort as he once did, Then TO be always
telling me what nice things his mother
cooks, when he knows l am trying to do
my very best to learn how to please him
1t is really too bad"
Don't look so dreadfully sober, Kate
My baby cried just here, and had TO run
before l was through my catalogue of grie-
vances, yet had gone far enough to get
well on the wrong track again. l began
to calm myself with the reflection that if
there had been a great wrong done, l was
not the only one to blame for it. l was
dreadfully sorry that l had spoken cross to
him, but thought he ought to be sorry
too. Before my baby had finished crying,
| came TO the conclusion that would not
exhibit signs Of penitence until saw some
in him.
So l bathed my face, that no traces OF
tears might remain, dressed myself with
unusual care, and went down to old Brid-
get, to give some very particular directions
about the dinner. l did this with a mar
tyr-like spirit. | meant to try my best to
make him sorry for his injustice. resol-
we'd 10 reproach him with first-rate din
ner-good as his mother could cook. To
whet the edge of my delicate repFoof, /
made with my own hands, a most excel
lent cup of coffee.
One O'Clock came at last, though ]
thought 1t never would the door opened
and ] heard his quick step in the hall. OF
all things in this world he was whistlng
He came to the table with bright face,
from which every trace OF the mornings
cloud had disappeared, and as he sat down,
looked around with pleased expression.
"Why, Annette" said he, "what nice
dinner"
81 am glad you are pleased" said /, in
a subdued tone.
"CapItaI," said he; 'ahe best roas
meat We have had this season."
He was so much taken up with my deli
cate reprools as not to notice that wa:
out of spirits. was half pleased and hall
provoked, but | kept rather still, making
little conversation, excepting in reply tC
him.
After dessert, handed him his cup o
coffee. He was quite astonished. "Whv
Annette" said he, 81 do believe you wen
to work to see what you could do"
He had hit the truth, though withou
the least suspicion OF the cause. My frs
impulse, was to be honest and out with i
replying-iS il as good as your mothe
makes p? This would have given the key L
the whole story-he would have ierrette'
il all out, and we should have settled i
there, but felt ashamed to. slipped my
coffee in silence. The golden momen
passed, and my good angel took its flight
Pride had the day. even began to b
vexed at his enjoying a good dinner s
much, and so easily forgetting what ha'
caused Inc so much suffering. lie wa
very busy on that day, and did not stoI
with me as long as usual TO chat, but wen
of, whistlng even more eheer'ly tina
when he came.
went up into the nursery and sat dow
to think i, over, Baby was asleep tn
rain was pattering against the windows
the wind was rising, and 10 me the worl
looked dreary enough. had tired mysel
all out getting up such dinner, and nov
the excitement was over, aud felt lh
reaction, began TO ask myself what ! ha
got for II. Just nothing At all. My hui
band either did not or would not see thl
there was anything to be reeoneled abou
blamed him for his insensibilily, "Onee,
thought !, he would have noticed an
change ia my voice OF any shadow whie
came over my spirits, now eau really
eToss 10 him aud he does not mind il al al
had doleiul afternoon Of Il. ! vi
restless enough trying first one emplo!
menl aud then another, bat hadlng nSlhlr
which would suit lweat down 10 u
isI,hsI, II snylhlog, from tho right POI