The Tiffin tribune. [volume] (Tiffin, Ohio) 1848-1859, 1857-01-09
THE FREFFUL HoUsN WIFE,
OR, wEo's = yBb'AMH92
From the Ohio Farmer--by Mrs. frances D.
Gage, ST. Louis, Mo.
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Gage, ST. Louis, Mo.
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''That Mrs. Jenkins is an awful piece
I don ! see how Jenkins stands il; good
easy soul; he lets her scold away and
never seems TO mind IL at all; don't even
seem 70 bear. Well. / reckon that's the
best thing he can do; but tell you, now,
if i had such woman, I'd find some
way to shut her up, and if I couldn't,
I'd set fire to the house, and run away
by the light Of il; for a scold. never
would live with. Let's see, you come
pretty nigh marrying Lydia yourself,
didn't you? Ii seems to me there used 10
be such ,alki''
esI III own up; we were engaged,
as the you1g folks say--but things didn't
prosper with me, and the Wedding was
put off, and we got into little squabble,
like; | believe l was to blame, aud We
agreed TO part company and l married
Agnes, and Lydia turned about and mar
ried JOe." lsurll u- u.h uc.jr. Ilt1
This was said with a deep sigh, as II
there was something struggling in the
speakers heart, that WAS not uttered"
81 reckon you thank your stars for the
deliYerance," said the other speaker. 81
Il don't know" said the first, 0lowly.
''Lydia Was one Of the keenest, smartest
girls in the country them and nobody
ever thought Of her turning out a scold,
she was as merry as a bird, and her wild
song. as she tripped along with her milk
pail in the morning, had no twang Of the
termagsnt in it. / used to think she
was one Of the neatest and sweetest tenn
pered Of her sex. But she is mighty
changed" U .aae.c Et.L
Aud the man Of forty sighed again, as
he whitfield the bit of pine shingle to a
point. a'm asfl itlir Ha1 7t
"TheTe is no telling what woman
win be at forty. by the sign Of eighteen;
is not that so. Mrs.. Tyler9" .7r1s
This was addressed toia good looking.
benevolent %oman, who had joined the
two former on the porch, where they
were chatting away the twilight hOeT
aftet their days work. arH lh
"NoC always, replied tie lady address
ed, ''fOr a woman az eighteen may be
moulded into an angel or demon, by the
surroundings Of her after life, some
tines"
''We were talking Of Mrs. Jenkins-she
frsts his life out Of him." rl
H8eltsr say be fsets hers out Of her, "
replied the lady, with spirit.
''NeVeF was there pleasaLter girl than
Lydia when she married Joe Jenkins;
active, energetic, orderly, ambitious and
affectiouate. She was calculated 10 make
home as happy as woman could. She
was refined and delieatei Joe was coarse
and rough, she wasla pink Of neatness,
hea slovsnj she loved the beautiful, he
could not tell the difference between a
rose and a burdoeS she was orderly aud
systematic ne was completely the reverse;
she was warm and genial asa May morn
ing, he as cold and repulsive as an ieiele
in November. ) So they commenced life
she worked hard, early, and late, TO get
along; he loitefed and laid 10 bed, made
excuses, put off. Procrastinated, let
things 30 wrong, and by his neglect and
carelessness, doubled ali her cares 1
knowed lust how il oil began, for lived
With her Eve years; she never meant 70
be scold, never; il come by degrees.
"C0me, Mr.. Jenkins,' she would SAY,
''oan't YOU split me Z httle wood, ml
bread is almost ready fot the oven
eyes, pretty sOcn-Where's the 'Hsl--'