The weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1858-1860, 1858-07-13

Cd his c0nvlc00n, with savage eArneetness,
70 Mrs. Smuggins that no hadn't If he had
expected nothing, (Uide an ancient volume, }
he might have been blessed individual; bus
- it vas he was wofully disappointed one
Mrs. Smuggins quietly delivered . similar
opinion respecting herself, and went on with
her knitting with an aggravating calmness.
Mr. S. walked about the room evidently
under the impression that the law for ''as-
sault and battery was both unhallowsd and
unconstitutional.
Suddenly he stopped.
Mrs. Smugginsl Mrs. Smuggins" he
well, well, Ihear you, mani hear you!
said that am,abls lady; and she took up an
other loop. "What i il -
"Am TO have pudding for my dinner, or
not r
perhaps you may, and maybe you may mt,
was his ribs satisfactory reply"
"Wsll we'll zee about that" snarled Mr.
s., stamping around and making his coat
tails ay about
"Wsll, my dear, you had perhaps best 90
and see about it, Snksy's in the kitchen,
and then she dropped stitch.
YOU'D aggravate a saint, madam, ex-
claimed Mr. Smuggins
do saints upset chairs in that way?' was
the meek inquiry.
"Mrs Smuggins," said the male proprietor
Of that euphonious name, confronting his
'': :&.PP partner
win you make me . pudding, or not 2
mol"
"You won'tl'
Don't bother me-l've told you once.
81 fancy Mrs Smuggins, that you entered
into compact to obey me- said her shame
fully deceived lord beating the devils tattoo
on his best carpet
81 won't be ordered" was the reply.
And the lady with great deal of dignity,
picked up her traps and founced out OF the
room.
In another moment the outraged gentle.
man was in the kitchen.
"SukeI' he said Hriously, make me a
currant dumping for dinner-plenty of cur
rants"
"Why, sir" said that young lady, "here
one a-biinr'
Mr. Smuggins was in the same dreadful
position that we could imagine q certain edi-
TOR to be deprived Of grievance" He
was fairly bbergasted-idealess, wordess,
with the exception Of "nonsenss," which
came feebly forth
"Well, look sir, for yourself, said Susan,
"Missus made it with her own two hands an
hour ago"
And there, sure enough, bobbing up and
down, was glorious sized dumpling-the
species of dumping on which he dotted.
Considerably modified, yet filed with
sense of wrongsd husband, he proceeded
to his wifes room.
"Wel madam he began, $50 it seems
there is to be a pudding after all
is there? was the echo.
"Yes, madam, and it is lucky for you :
that there isr'
as it really?' was the provocative re-
spouse.
"Yes, madam, it's In fact you dared
not-no, Mrs. Smuggns, dared not have dis
obeyed me- You knew that it was made;
and wanted to give me specimen OF your
Internal cantancrousness
"In-d-ee-d!' replied Mrs. S, with q .us-
picious emphasis. Now, if you don't leave
the room, will; all that I've got to say is,
that won't be ordered" And she went to
another room, slammed the door, and locked
it.
Mr.. S, boiling over with indignation, con-
soled himself as he went down town with
the fact that he had gained his point and
that his puddias was boiling, too.
husband dinners the time to bring EN-
ho.ne) He sat down said nothing, looked
daggers, and pretended to quarrel with the
tsndersst Of tendsrloins The fact was how
ever, that he was preserving an enormous
corner for the dumping.
The dumping came. Mr.. Smuggins I'M
did the lower buttons of his vest, drew him
self half foot nearer his work, and handed
his plate, saying grufiy,
'Give me some Of that
"You can have it all, my DEAR" was the
mild acquiescence of his wife, as sho pushed
the dish towards him.
Mr.. Smuggins took off the cover. He
turned pale.
whats that?'' he shouted.
"T'he pudding, my dear" was the sweet
reply.
'What the-have you been doing to it,
he frantically demanded
al rolled it in the ashes, my sw Get love-
You know you said this morning that
dared not disobsy you. No more, | have,
I, my dear There's your puddins-eat it.
The specimen Of conjugal obedience dis
appeared suddenly out Of the room, with a
hearty laugh. 1t was lucky for her that the
door vas on her side, and had been left ajar
expressly for prompt exit.
Mr.. : said many u highly immoral thing
on the impulse of the moment; however, he
was too much of philosopher to let his
e pudding cool, so he cut it open and scooped
out the middle.
He then went down town, and gave a little
boy lick on the head for presuming to slip
down against him.
He didn't 90 home to supper, but stepped
ever to Thompsons and then went to the
NJ N
the play seemed to tickle his fancy amazing
", for he scratched his head, as though an
idea had suddenly taken root there, and
smiled Hamlet touched the conscience OF
king with play had play touched the
conscience Of Thomas Smugginsf ltlooked
like it, to Judge from analogy; for the king
alluded to didn't depart quicker than he did
The main difference between Mr. Smugglns
and the crowned BLACKBOARD was, that the
former made his exit with grin on his
phiz, and the latter didn't
Mr. =. carried his smile home with him
and up to his bed room, where Mrs. S. was
making paradoxical preparations, (by dis
embarrassing herself of her luggage for a
trip to Blanket Bay.
deuce take it, said he, few minutes
Afterwards, with an olive branch creak in
his tone II say, Mary, do you know where
my night-cap isl If you do wish you
get it for me- that's good girl,
ITO be sure l will Thomas was the
hearty response. "Ah here it is
THANK you.
"Look here, Thomas" said Mary, laying
her hand gently on his arm, I'VE had words
to-day; hope they will never happen again.
We have mt been together very long, and We
may as well just make up our mind to start
straight or we shall be coming in some day
or other most confoundedly crooked.
promised to love you; and do, dearly. |
promised to honor you; well, do. | also
promised to obey you. Now, Thomas, ask
me to do anything in my power, in reason,
or almost out of reason, as you asked me to
get your night-cap, and III do 1t gladly and
1nmurmuringly. But if you ask me to do
anything as you asked me to make that pud.
ding-'Go and make pudding won
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