The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1860-10-24
How a Quiet Woman Conquered

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A friend who is noted for his natu-
rally headstrong disposition, which
impels him to have his own way"
has most quiet and amiable compan
ion, who governs him absolutely, and
with the least possible Earring or dis
cord. Being on very intimate terms
with him, we asked him how it hap
pened that his wife held such complete
control over him that she generally
had her own way. Oh, said he,
that is the easiest thing in the world ;
when any difference of opinion ARISES,
she expresses her sentiments calmly,
and when, as usual, / insist that my
way is right, she gives it up at once,
simply saying-or looking when she
does not say it" Well, have your
'own way and you will live the longer.
Of couse I am not so mulish as to al
ways take my own way when it is
so readily conceded, and so we get
on very pleasantly. / think I choose
her way most Of the time" Apropos
to this, we must tell a story that has
been in the Agriculuist drawer for
some time past. We give it in the
narrator's own words -
never undertook but once, said
Tim, to set at naught the authority
of my wife. You know her way
cool, quiet, but determined as ever
grew. Just after we we're married,
and all was nice and cozy, she got me
into the habit of doing all the chur-
ming, She had finished breakfast be-
fore me one morning, and slipping
away from the table, she filled the
churn with cream, and set it down
just where / couldn't help seeing what
was wanted So l took hold
readily enough, and churned till the
butter came She didn't thank me,
but looked so nice and sweet about it
that / felt we'll paid.
Well, when the next churning day
came along, she did the same thing,
and / followed snit and fetched the
butter. Again and again it was done
just so, and I was regularly set at it
every time. Not word said, you
know of course. Well, by and by
this began to be rather irksome. /
wanted she should just ask me but she
never did, and I wouldn't say anything
about it to save my life. So on we
went. At last | made a resolve that
/ would not churn another time until
she asked me. Churning day came
and when my breakfast-she always
got nice breakfasts-when that was
swallowed there stood the churn.-
] got up, and standing for few mo-
ments, just to give her chance, | put
on my hat and walked out of doors |
| stopped in the yard to give her time
to call me, but never word said she
and so with palpitating heart I
moved on. I went down town, and
my foot was restless as was that of
Noah's dove. / felt as if had done a
wrong / did not exactly feel how
but there was an indiscribable SEN
sation of guilt resting on me all the
forenoon.
1t seemed as if dinner would never
come, and as for going home one min
ute before dinner, | would as soon
have cut my ears off. So / went fret
ting and moping around till dinner
hour came Home / went, feeling
very much as criminal must, when
the jury is out, having in their hands
his destiny-life or death. / couldn't
make up my mind exactly how she
would meet me-but some kind of a
storm / expected Will you believe
it-she even greeted me with smile,
never had better dinner for me than
on that day; but there stood the
churn just where | left it. Not a
word was said /; / felt confoundedly
cut, and every mouthful of that din
ner seemed as if it would choke me.
She didn't pay any regard to it, how
ever, but went on exactly as if moth
ing had happened. Before dinner
was over / again resolved, and SHOW
ing back my chair, ] marched to the
churn and went at it. just in the old
way Splash, dip, rattle-I kept il
up. AS if in spite, the butter was
never SO long in coming / suppose
the cream in standing SO long had got
warm, and so / redoubled my efforts.
Obstinate butter! the afternoon
wore away while / was churning. ]
paused at last from real exhaustion
when she spoke for the first time.
!" Come, Tim, my dear, you have
settled that buttermilk long enough
is it for fun you are doing it 7"
! knew how it was in a flash Sh,
had brought the butter in the fore
noon, aud left the buttermilk for ms
to exersise with ] never set up fol
myself in household matters aftel
that
Pleasure is precarious, but virtue i
immortal.