The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1857-03-18
A HUSBANDS CONFESSION.

Ineyer undertook but once 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 coZy, she got me in the habit
Of doing all her churning. She never asked
me to do il, YOU know, but then she-why it
was done just in this way: She finished
breakfast before me one morning, and, slip
ping away from the table, she filed the
churn with cream, and set il Just where
couldn't help seeing what was wanted. So
! took hold regularly enough, and churned
till the butter came. She didn't thank me,
but looked so nice and sweet about it, that
felt well paid. Well, when the next
churning day came along, she did the same
thing. and | followed suit and fetched the
butter. Again and again il was done just SO.
and | was regularly in for it every time.
Not a word said, you know, Of course.
Well, 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 il TO save nv life, and 50 on We
went. At last made resolve that would
not churn another time, unless she asked me.
Churning day came, and when my breakfast
she always gets nice breakfast-when that
was swallowed, there stood the churn. |
got up, and, standing few minutes, just TO
give her chance, put on my hat and walked
out Of doors. l stopped in the yard to give
her time to call me, but not word said she !;
and 50. with palpitating heart. moved on.
went down town, up town, and all over
town, and my foot was as restless as Noah's
doves. felt as If had done wrong-I
didn't exactly feel hOw-but there was an
indescribable sensation of guilt resting upon
me all the forenoon. ltseemed as il dinner
time never would come, and as for going
home one minute before dinner, would as
soon have my ears Of. SO went fretting
and moping around town till dinner time
came. Home went, feeling very much as
criminal must when the jury is out, having
in their hands his destiny-life or death.
couldn't make up my mind exactly how she
would meet me, but some kind Of storm
expected. Will you believe itl-she never
greeted me with a sweeter smile, never had
a better dinner for me than on that day but
there stood the churn juS where ! left t.
Not word was said. felt confoundedl,
! cut, and every mouthful Of that dinnei
seemed as il II would choke me. She didn'i
: paw any regard 10 il, however, but went or
E Just as if nothing had happened. Befor.
dinner was over had again resolved, an,
T showing back my chair, | marched TO th,
churn and went at il in the old way. Splash
| drip. rattle, splash, drip. rattle-I kept !
up. As il in spite, the butter was 50 Ion.
Q coming. ! supposed the cream standing !,
9 long. had got warm, 50 | redoubled my et
forts. Obstinate matter-the afternoon wor,
away while | was charming. | paused a
!, last. from real exhaustion, when she spok
8 for the frat time g." Come. Tom. my dear
n y0a have ratified that lstlr- -mlk quite lon
a enough, IL il i. oaly Tor fun you are doinl
tlit.n I knes kev Il uas in Hash. Sh
4 had brought the batter in .he forenoon. an,
a left The ehuru standing with the butter mil
: in il, for m " exercise With. never s.
up FOR myself in household matters aftC
that.