The western Democrat. [volume] (Charlotte, N.C.) 1852-1870, 1855-12-04

CHARLOTTE, MECKLENBURG COUNT,
~~~~~~~---T TUESDAY, DECEMBER 4, lS55-

fee, took one mouthful of the clamnly leath-
cry toast, and then spoke:
My dear Helen
| We'll, Mr.. Thornton
Did you ever eat any of mothers breadn
| No-why do you ask ?
because she makes the best hiscuit l ev-
I er saw
Undoubtedly A mans mother is gen
orally his wife's superior in everything. l
only wonder he is ever persuaded to leave
her = responded Mrs. Thornton drily.
| 1t was the first time she had ever spoken
sarcastically, and Henry was puzzled.
i merely referred to my mothc because
she superintended the bread making herself.
| l wish you could be induced to do the
same.
| The lady lifted her taper fingers.
DO you really wish me to putty my hands
| with pie crust, and to bury my arm i'll dough,
Mr.. Thornton!
'No-not exactly, my love; but you could
overlook Biddy, and teach her to make bet
ter stuff than this he added, pointing to the
toast. That wouldn't spoil your hands,
would it p
4 don't know how besides, Biddy don't
want me in the kitchen, and | am not parti-
cularly attracted there. l don't mean to
spend my life doing housework, or fretting
about servants. Pm not able to do any
thing more than wait upon the table and en-
tertain VISITORS
The bride sighed and Leaned back in her
chair.
But your cousin Mary keeps no help and
still gets time to-
My cousin Mary is very foolish to do so
much more than she need to. And then her
hands are as brown as a gypsy's.
i never happen to notice them. l only
remember she makes delicate pastry, and
plays the piano nearly as well as yourself,
reioined Mr.. Thornton, soothipgly.
4 wish you wouldn't quote cousin Mary.
| don't like comparisons. She's drudge
and blue. You said you didn't like blues
i dont-blondes are my favoritcs and
you are as pretty blonde as l ever saw
ECIC uIl dClN VI hOIIIttlA IlCS; wv
How often you've said you were glad that /
didn't interfere with subjects which don't
concern my sex. And now you are finding
fault with my housekeeping
That's the very idea, my love. Pm only
regretting your non-interference in matters
that DO concern your SEX
Mrs. Thornton defined her position i'm
mediately. She did not design buying her
self in the kitchen, or attaching herself to
Biddy. She had married for q home and
maintenance, not to spend her time in roll |
ing pie-crust or moulding bread.
Henry Thornton looked surprised, and no |
wonder, for he felt surprised. That his a.
dorable Helen could be perverse when it |
suited her, he well knew; but that she
would put down ner feet so determinedly, |
set him to thinking. The young husband |
did not wish his wife to perform the duties
belonging to the dOmestics, but he hoped
she would take the general supervision of
matters he was clerk with modest sal
ary, and prudence was indispensable to his
situation. The story need not be engthen-
ed. Waste and improvidence in the kitchen
soon brought pecuniary embarrassment,
while in the parlor incapacity and ignorance
of what constitutes a true woman and real
lady, laid the foundation of much discord,
which time did not lessen. The charm of
the white hands had departed. Mere per-
sonal beauty, without intellectual attain
ments, a fund of common sense and moral
worth, cannot prove long attractive. Think
IF it, We Benedicts, in search of connubial
felicity.