Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1858-08-14
Sflisttllantous,
A Husbands Confession.

| never undertook but once TO set Of
naught the authority Of my wife. You know
her way-coOl, quiet, bnt determined as ever
grew. just after We married. and all was
going on nice and coZy, she got me in the
habit of doing all the churniDg. She never
asked me TO do it, you know but then She
why it was done Just in this way. She fin.
lshed breakfast before me one morning and
slipping away from the table, she filled tho
churn with cream, and set it Just whore |
couldn't help seeing what was wanted. So
took hold, regularly enough, aud churned
ill the butter came-she didn't thank me-
but looked SO nice and sweet about it, that |
felt well paid. Well when the next charming
day came along she did the same thing, and
] followed suit and fetched the butter
Again, ana it was done just so, aud | was in
for it every time. Not word was said, you
know, Of cOuTSe.
Well, by-and.by this became 70 be very
rksome. | wunted she should just ask me,
but she never did, aud couldn't say anything
about it, so on we went. AT last | made u
resolve that | would not churn another time
unless she asked me. Churning day came
and when my breaklast-she always got nice
breaklasts--when that was swallowed, there
stood the churn. l got up, and standing a
my hat and walked out doors. | stopped in
the yard to give her a chance to call me, but
not word said she, and so with palpita-
ting heart moved on. | went down town,
up town, aud all over the town, aud my foot
was as restless as Noab's dove-l felt as if |
had done wrong--l didn't exactly feel how
but there was an indescribable sensation Of
guilt, resting upon me oil the forenoon it
seemed as il dinner time ueyer 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 tune came. Home | went, feeling
very much as a criminal must when the jury
is having in their hands his destiny-life or
death. couldn't make up my mind how she
would meet me- but some kind Of a storm
expected. viii you believe it? she never
greeted me with q sweeter smile, never had II
better dinner FOR me than on that day; bot
there stood the churn Just where left it (!
Not word was passed felt confoundedly
cut, and every mouthful of that dinner seemed
as if it would choke me. She didn't pay any
regard to it, however, but went on as if
notking had happened, Before dinner was
over, had again resolved, and moving back
my chair | marched up to the churn, and
Went at it in the old way. Splash drip,
rattle. splash, drip, rattle-l kept it up. As
II 10 spite, the butter never was so long
coming. / supposed the cream standing so
long had got warm, so redoubed my efforts.
Obstinate matter-ihe afternoon wore away
while was churning. | paused at last from
real exhaustion, when she spoke for the first
time :-"Come Tom, dear, you have ratified
that buttermilk quite long enough, if it is
only for fun you are doing IT," knew how
il was in II fash She had brought the but
ter in the forenoon and left the churu stand,
ing with the butteTmilk in for me TO exercise
with. never set up for myself in household
matters, after that.