The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1858-05-08
llPlON CEDAR Co. I0WA---SATURAY MAY s 1873
A Husba ud's Confession.

| never undertook but once to set a
nought the authority of my wife. Yo,
know her way-soo! quiet, and determin
ed as ever grew--Just after we wer.
married, and all was going on nice anc
cozy, she got me intle habit of doing
all tie churning. She never esked mt
to do it, you know, but then she--wby il
was done just in this way. She finished
breakfast before me one morning, and
slipped away from the table, she filed the
churn with cream, aud set it just where ]
couldn't help seeing what was wa ID. -
So Itook hold, re ,ula 'ly enough and chlrn.
el till the butter came-She didn't
thank me, but looked so nice and swee,
about it, that felt we'll paid Well
when the next churning day came along
she did the same thing, aud I followed
suit and fetched the butter. Again, aud
it was done just so, and | was in for it
every time.-Not word was said, you
know, of course. Well by and by this
became very irksome / wanted she
should just ask me, but she never did and
l couldn't say anything about it so on we
went. At last | made resolve that
would not churn another time unless she
asked mc.-Churning day came--and
when my breakfast-she always got a
nice breakfast--when 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
doors. / stopped in the yard to give her
a chance to call me, but not a word said
she, and with a palpitating heart moved
on.
went down town, up town, and my
foot was as restless as Noah's dove-I
didn't exactly feel how-but there was
an indescribable sensation of guilt resting
upon me all that forenoon; it seemed as
If dinner time never would come, and as
for going home one minute before dinner.
! would as soon cut my ears off SO |
went fretting and moping around town
till dinner time came.-lIomc | went
feeling very much as a criminal must
when the jury is having in their hands
his destiny-life and death. | couldn't
make up my mind how she would meet
me, but some kind of a storm | expect
ed.
Will You believe it? she never greeted
me with "a sweeter smile, never had bet
ter dinner for me than on that day; but
there stood the churn, just where l left
1t. Not word Was passed. felt con-
foundedly cut, and every mouthful Of
that dinner seemed as if il would choke
me. She didn't pay any regard to it
however, but went on as if nothing had
happened. Botore dinner was over, |
had again resolved, and showing back my
chair; [ marche ed up to the churn, and
went at it in the old way Splash, drip,
rattle, splash, drip, ra.tie---l kept it up,
As if in spite, the butter never was 50
long coming.
| supposed the cream standing so long
had got warm, SO redoubled my efforts,
Obstinate matter-the afternoon wore
away while was churnipg. Ipaused at
last from real exhaustion, when she spoke
for the first time "Come Tom, my dear,
you have ratified that buttermilk quite
long enough, if it is only for fun you are
doing il" Il knew how it was in a fash
She had brought the butter in the fore
noon, and left the churn standing with
the buttermilk 10, for me to exercise with.
| never set up myself in household mat
ters after that