Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1858-07-08
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A Husbands Confession.

/ never undertook but once to set at
|naught the authority Of my wife. You
know her way-cool, quiet, but determin
ed as ever grew. Just after we were
married, and all was going on nice and
cosy, she got me in the habit of doing all
the churning. She never asked me to do
it, you know, but then she-why it was
done in this way: She finished breakfast
before me one morning, and Slipping
away, she filed the churn with cream. and
set it just where | couldn't help seeing
what she wanted. So | took hold regn.
larly enough and churned till the butter
came-she didn't thank me, but looked
so sweet about it that | felt we'll paid
Well, when the next churning day came
along, she did the same thing, and | fol-
lowed suit and fetched the butter. Again
and it was done just SO, and | was in for
it every time. Not a word was said. YOU
know, Of course.
Well, by-and-by this became very irk-
some. / wanted she should ask ne, but
she didn't, SC OF we went. at last | made
a resolve that | would not churn another
time unless she asked me. Churning day
came, and when my breakfast-she al
ways got nice breakfasts-when that was
swallowed, there stood the chufn. I got
up, and standing a few moments to give
her a chance, put on my hat and walked
out of doors, | stopped in the yard to give
her q chance to call me, but not q word
said she, and so with palipatating heart
| moved on. Iwent down town, up town
and my feet were as restless as Noah's
doye-I felt as if | had done a wrong
l didn't exactly know how-but there
was an indescribable sensation Of gull
resting upon me all the forenoon, it seem
ed as if dinner time would never come
and as for going home one minute before
dinner | would as soon have cut eff my
ears. So [ went fretting and moping
around till dinner time came.
Home l went, feeling very much as {
criminal must when the jury is having IL
their hands his destiny-life or DEATH
| couldn't make up nay mind how she
would meet me, but some kind of a storm
| expected. Will you believe it sh'
never greeted me with a sweeter smile
never had a better dinner for me than OF
that day but there stood the churn, JUS
where I left It'll Not q word was passed
| felt confoundedly cut, and every mouth
ful of that dinner seemed as if it would
choke me. She didn't pay any regard tc
it however, but went ON as if nothing haC
happened. Before dinner was over | has
again resolved, and showing back my
chair, | marched up to the churn, anG
went at it in the old way. Splash, drip
rattle-I kept it up. AS if in spite, thu
butter was never so long in coming.
supposed the cream standing SO long hae
got warm, SO | redoubled my Efforts
Obstinate matter-the afternoon wor.
away while was churning. l paused a
last from real exhaustion, when she spoke
for the first time: Come, Nom, my dear
you have ratified that buttermilk quite
long enough, if it is only for fun you are
doing it," | knew how it was in a flash
She had brought the butter in the fore
noon, and left the churn with the butter.
milk in it standing there for me to exer.
else with. [ never set up myself in
household matters after that.