Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1858-07-02


ngs of his appetite. Not crutnb was
there II was evident that his wife de-
signed that he should go ID bed suPperless;
and supperless to bed he did go, grieviug Sc
riously over bis hard lot. He had never be-
fore been SO badly treated, and he thought
it indeed distressing, but yet his disaPPoint
inert was not sad enough to revolusionize
his constitutional good-nature, and without
q lnu.ter he fell sound asleep.
Raymond w arren did not hear chanticleer
salute the morning, it dawned after the
night of his grievious disappointment. It
was spring but he heard them not; yet he
heard his wife, who had risen before the SUE,
call bin:
sMr Warren, here Eve been fer an -four
lfa tire cold. The woods all burned. It's
time had some cut. f you want any
breakfast, you had better get up"
Was Raymond dreaming! Was this
voice OF repfoaeit that came TO hi4R in bis
sleep, with receilectlons of the wife that
had gone before him to the spirit landl Not
so--it was voice from the wife that dsqelt
with hifa in tiris- sphere Of existence, that
came t0 FeH4iHd him OF duaies not discharged
rpos tire serlcT Eqance ef which dePe nded
the satisfactior< ef those desires which had
intruded visions of feas:s upon his hours of
rest. All this he felt, sllA he did not offer
to- leave his coucls.
Raymond WurreH,'' agaiH sahf Ire voice,
"yow Eeit me yesterday without wood TO
help neighbour get weud for his whey ard
you went TO bed last night without your sup
per. You'll not get bite to eat in tlsia
house till you bring me woud to cook IT
with"
There's plenty ef ehFPs," said Raylnorsd
in pafliation, rising on his elbow as ifc
spoke.
"Get up, then, and bring them into the
house." said the resolute wife. 81 did Rot
know you when We were married, but !
know YOU now. knoH what killed Your
first wife. You want 10 make slave of
me. I'll attend to my duties; and If you
don't do your chores, the cattle may starVe,
and you'll never get bite to eat III this
house unless you take it uncooked, if you
don't cut wood yourself Or get somebody to
do it for you"
Raymond started bolt upright. and it was
not many minutes before he was ut the
wood pile Diligently did he work until he
Htd Cut du dALhiuls WACA tth0 Il uutitui HuS-
band, tor the first time in his life, he carried
1t into the kitchen.
His wife made allusion to what had
passed between them, and Raymond, al
though burning with curiosity To know where
she had learned what she had revealed to
him, dared not commence the conversation
in relation TO it. The train of ills it might
revive was fearful to the easy mans mnd.
His breakfast over, forgetiul OF its lesson,
careless Raymond wandered away from home
his necessary morning labors i'll the farm
yard unattended TO, and his wood pile un-
visited. He returned home mt noon, strong
in the faith that he should sit down to a good
dinner, because he was one OF those men
who think u wife should always give her
husband a good dinner, whether she have
anything to cook or not. Mrs. Warren
had enough TO cook, but nothing to cook
with however, much TO Rrymund's satisfac-
ton, when he entered his home he found
the table spread, and he knew he should
soon be invited TO take a seat near it.
When the invitation came he hasteued
to his accustomed seat, lifted a cover FROM
dish that he supposed contained inc at, and
truly there was meat. but just as it came
from the butchers. Raymond was not a
cannibal: he looked at his wife inquiringly:
she appeared to be waiting patiently to be
served. He lifted the cover of another
dish: there were potatoes just as they had
been dug from the earth. All the dishes
| that usually contained victuals were cover
ed. Raymond grew suspicious, and he lifted
the covers hastily. There was bread, as it
had come from the tray there were turnips
/ that had never been under the influence of
! FIRE; there were apples nicely sliced for
sauce, and there were numerous other edi-
bles, but none of them could Raymond eat.
He turned for consolation to a cup OF tea bis
vile had deposited near his plate There
were tea leaves floating in the cup, but the
tea looked remarkably pale; nevertheless,
Raymond by force of habit blew it vigorous =
ly to prepare it for his palate. But when he
put it to lips he found that he had wasted
| his breath; fo- the water was as cold as
when it came from the spring.
Raymond was not a hasty man. He push
cd back his chair deliberately, and thought
aloud:
"In the name of Heaven, what does this
meant"
|
this scene had worn a sober aspect, nov
SMILED pleasantly, aud answered:
'tFhe victuals were on the stove at the
usual time.''
"h's strange they we're not cooked said
Raymond
"Not at ALL replied Mrs. Warren5 "thert
was no wood 20 cook them with
In an instant Easy Warren then saw wha
"moral" there was in his novel dinner, an,
with keen appetite, he went to work OF
the wood pile. He took his dinner and sup
per together that day, and he remembered
that Mrs. Warren said:
"Now, Raymond, whenever you leave ms
without wood, you must eat vctuals that have
been cooked on cold stove.''
Many women would have stormed ard scold
ed, but Mrs. Warren knew there was bet
ter way to correct her easy husbands care
lesness or shiftlessness, as the reader pleas
cs.
One day there no -four in the house
I and r ay ymond was about to 90 with som
D neighbors to town meeting, when his wifi
4 hid his best coat, and reminded him of tn
empty flour barrel. Another day, his cor
was to be gathered, when neighbor desil
I ed him to assist him with his horses an
c wagon. It was neighbor who often recei,
a ed favors, but seldom rendered them; W
k Easy Warren could not refuse him. Blu
!. when he went to hitch his horses before hi
. wagon, he found that one of the wheels we
@ missing. Of course the neighbor was disay
q pointed. In the afternoon, when Raymon
). expressed a wish to draw his corn his vii
h told him where he could find his lost Wagon
K wheel.
y Thus was Easy Warren's household MAJ
10 aged, until he began to realize PRACTICAL
.e what the error of his life had been. Peep
nv l -.id. az Farr, lz.,L1 xn,,nA hott,