Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1862-08-19
A HINT TO HUSBANDS.
By T. 8. ARTHER.

why didn't you make them all crust
solid to tho center?" said Mr.. Rodney, in
q fault finding tone, as he let the biscuit be
had taken drop heavily on his plate. You
might shoot a man with thing like that ~
Mrs. Rudney's face colored. She was
hurt at her husbands tone and manner.
IL meant to have them right, James,"
she answered, with just a sligo of ehoa liking
in her voice. "But-"
Not PERMITTING his wife to finish the
sentence, Mr.. Rodney broke in upon her
csptiously; 20. yes. of course. But did
oil the harm. M one except But is re-
sponsibIe for anything that goes wrong in
the house. / wish you would turn him
cut. I'm tired Of his presence. But spoils
tbd coffee and burns the steak, dries the
biscuits into canister shot, and let's the
milk sour. But hIpders and mars every
thing. He's bad fellow, and l wish, my
dear, that you'd get rid of him"
Mr.. Rodney thought himself quite clev-
er in this speech, and the satisfaction
thence derived almost put him in good
humor.
Two children sat at the table, one Of
them boy nine years old. the other q
girl 10 her eleventh year. The boy imi>
II
cults, and bouncing it in bis palate, called
it canister shot but the girl, sympathiz
ing with her mother, broke her biscuit IN
two, saying:
"See mine is soft and nice inside, and
like crust" She buttered it, and began
eating with the true relish of hunger
The boy followed her example, aud Mr..
Rodney, feeling it may be, slight rebuke
in his daughters treatment of the case.
broke with an affected display of strength,
his biscuit also aud found in its delicate
flavor sweeter morsel than he had anti
cipated. But his wife eat nothing. His
ungracious spirit bad destroyed Dor ap-
Ietits.
1t happened that on the next evening
Mr.. and Mrs. Rodney, with their two
children, we're to take tea aud to spend
the evening at neighbours.
81 must apologize for my biscuits" said
the lady hostess, as the meal began. 'Un
fortunately they are baked too much. In
spite of all we. can do, cooks will some
times spoil everything"
The apology, ill-timed as such excuses
often are, was needed in this case. The
biscuits were scarcely presentable. But
Mr.. Rodney. away from home, was the
model of good breeding, and with the
blaDdsst CT smiles. as he pressed open the
tenacious mess of bardbake dough with
his fingers, at cost, apparently, Of no effect,
made answer:
"They are very good. ms'am-very good.
like we'll baked bread, and these are just
the thing. Overdone is cot half so bad as
underdone. The dryer the baking, the
quicker of digestion"
II only wish my husband we're as easily
Satisfied" returned the lady, pleased with
the tact and poIiteness of her guest.
"a very fine cup of coffee" said Mr..
Rodney. looking in smiling approval across
the table. IL don't know when | have
tasted better"
Five mornings in the week he tasted bet
ter, but never said word in its praise. 1t.
on the sixth or seventh morning, the stand
ard went down to that which be was now
drinking. Mrs. Rodney received unpleasant
intimation of the fact
Was he really deceived? In the pleasant
social sphere that prevailed the company,
did taste find q new sense, aud extract from
common things more exquisite favor p
1t may have been so in degree. But the