Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1858-06-19
A HUSBANDS CONFESSION.

! never undertook but once TO set at nought
the authority Of my wife. You know her way
cool. quiet but determined, as ever grew. Just
after we were married. and all going on nice and
cozy she got me in the habit Of doing all the
churning. Sha never asked me to do it, YOU
know, but then. shc-why, it was done in this
way. She finished breakfast before me, one
morning. and slipping away before me, she fill
ed the churn with cream. and set it where I
couldn't help seeing Just what was wanted. So
took hold, regularly enough. and churned till
the butter came. She didn't thank me. but she
looked 50 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 it was
done just 50, and was in for it every time
Not word was said. you know-of courscl
Well, by-and-by this became very irksome
/ wanted she should just ask me, but she never
did, and couldn't say anything about it--so on
we went At last | made arcsulvc that would
not churn another time unless she asked me.
Cmrning day came and when brcakiast--she
always got II nice brcaklast-whcn that was
swallowed, there stood the churn. | got up,
and standing few moments, just to give her a
chance, put on my hat and walked out ofdoors.
| stopped in the yard. to give her chance to
call me, but not word said she and so, with
a paipitating heart moved on.
went down town, and up town; my foot
was restless as Noah's dove; | felt as if
had done wrong, | didn't exactly feel how !;
but there was an indescrbablc sensation of guilt
resting upon me all the forenoon. 1t did seem
as il dinner time never would come. and as for
going home one minute before dinner. | would
as soon cut my cars off. So went moping and
trctting around till dinner time came. Home !
went, feeling very much as a criminal must when
a jury are having in their hand, his destiny
Iii, or death, couldn't make up mvmind how
she would meet me, but some Kind of a storm
expected. VIII vou believe It ? She never greet
ed me with a >wccter smile. never had a better
dinner for me than on that day; but there stood
the churn. just where left iti Not word was
passed. felt most conioundedlv cut and ey-
cry muuthful of that dinner seemed Is fit would
choke me. She didn't pay any regard to it.
howevrr, but went ON as ifnothing had happen
cd. Before dinner was over. | had again re-
solved; and showing hack my chair marched
up to the churn and went at il in the old way
-splash drip. rattle-Splash, drip. rattle--I
kept it up. As If in spite, the butter never was
SO long coming. | supposed the cream. stand
ing so long, had got warm-so re-doubled my
Efforts
Obstinate matter, The afternoon wore off
while was churiiing. pauseo at last, from
sheer exhaustion when She spoke for the first
time ;-"Come Tom, my dear, you have ratified
that buttcrmik quite long enough, if It's only
for fun YOU are doing IT,"
! knew how it was. in Il flash. She had
brought the butter in the forenoon, and left the
churn standing with the buttcrmilk in for me to
exercise with. | never set mvself up in house
hold matters after that