The daily Green Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1861-1865, 1861-05-10
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the target of a womans eyes for many min
utes at time. At last, throwing down my
pen, exclaimed. -.
If, there be one thing | dislike more than
another, it is to be looked at =
Every likely said my wife; 'but you
brought t'upon yourself
- Well, l wont bear it anv longer I re.
piled; and wish you would go away and
leave me to my writing. This is my room,
and | don't want it swept. 1t seems 10 me
as if sweeping was done for no other purpose
than to raise dust, SO that one can 90 about
with feather brush and a dusti, cloth, and
scatter the dust which has settled on the fur
niture over the floor again. What possible
good is accomplished thereby, L don't see
The obtuseness 0! some persons she an
swcred, malicously, often prevents their
seeing good in anything
Indeed = was all | vouchsafed in reply.
At that moment Biddy made her appear
ance, complaining that some one had carried
off her broom aud dust pan and she could not
find them. My wlfe regarded me atteniively
IF any one she said, has had the au.
dacity to hide them, shall never forget it
aS loDS as ave.
[ made no reply,
1t is very singular, she continued, what
has become Of them
looked out OF the window, and asked my
wife what the noise was that came up from
the yard. 49,.
We'll, if that isn't too bad she said
there is that dear little boy out in the rain
without any cap OF, and with the dust-pan
and broom. What q careless gill you are to
have left them lying where the little fellow
could get them Go, quickly, and bring in
the child. After all, it is your fault she
added, turning to me; ) if you had allowed
Bridget to attend 10 her sweeping here. as
usual, this would not not have happened.-
Now, he has probably taken terrible cold,
ard will have the Group and die, Tor aught
know
Here the lad made his appearance, strug.
Cling in Bridget's arms. He vas thorough
y wet, and had, apparently, been thrown
from his horse, lor he was covered with mud
from head TO foot.
Look at him ! exclaimed my wife can
be ever be got clean ?
lie is in "a pickle said.
Pa said / might 60 out; ard take the
broom, too said young hopeful.
frowned at the rascal. ..n...
Is that true " my vile asked. ...
Certainly it is | said. And you just
sec, | continued, how wrong it was in you
to send Bridget to sweep my room, when you
knew | was engaged in writing. 1t will be
all owing to your i'll management of house
hold affairs if jhat boy be sick, and die. And
if this should be the result, how you ever can
forgive yourself, I do not know .,..
But, my DEAR sac said, looking imp lor-
ngly into my face ! didn't send him into
the yard
/ cannot help ;hat,' replied the fault
is yours just tho same. 1t all comes from
youl mania for sweeping and dusting wish
to gracious there were no such things as Il
broom in the world
But, interposed my wife, do you really
think The darling will be sick aal die ? and
she cIasped the lad, muddied though he was,
within Ter arms.
cannot tell replied, how five min
utes exposure TO q warm spring rain may ef-
feet him; but, at all events, added smi-
ling at her. terror, the fauls will rest at
your door.
All! [ see how it is said my wife, her
confidence somewhat restored it is the old
story enacted in the garden of Eden by our
first parents-thc man putting the blame
upon the womap a.. -. ..s..,.., ....
Ny dear said, Us it has ceased raiu-
ing, think | will take walk and while
am absent, you can let Bridget sweep and
dust my room; but, / added, as l took up
my hat and coat, if thero be one thing dis
like more than another, it is Fridays
cleaning. Home Jouraa|.