The Grand Haven news. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1858-18??, 1862-08-06

Inc honeymoon nau just eAprcu, UT
rather the months allotted TO that inter-
esting period; for it has been asccrtained
that that season can be protracted, by
proper means, 10 an indefinite length of
time. The twain were seated at the
breakfast-table. Mr.. Thornton looked du-
biously at tho burned and dried steak on
the platter before him, made a wry face
at his cup of coffee, took one mouthful of
the clammy, leathery toast, and then
spoke.
any dear Helen"
"Well, Mr.. Thornton"
"Did you ever eat any Of my mothers
breadg
"No-why do you ask"
"Because she makes the best biscuit l
ever saw"
"Undoubtedly! A mans mother is
generally his wife's superior in everything.
l only wonder he is ever persuaded to
leave herr' responded Mrs. Thornton,
dryly. 1t was the first time she had ever
spoken sarcastically, and Henry was puz-
zled.
"I merely referred to my mother be-
cause she superintends the bread-making
herself. wish you could be induced to
do the same"
The lady lifted her taper fingers.
"Do you really wish me to putty my
hands with pie-crust, and bury my arms
in dough, Mr.. Thornton 7"
"No-not that exactly, my love; but
you could overlook Biddy, and teach her
to make better stuff than this," he added,
pointing to the toast. "That wouldn't
spoil your hands, would i'll"
A" don't know how; besides, Biddy
don't want me in the kitchen, and I'm
not particularly attracted there. / don't
mean TO spend my life doing housework,
or fretting about servants. I'm not able
to do anything more than wait upon the
table and entertain visitors" The bride
sighed and leaned back in her chair.
But your cousin Mary keeps no help,
and still gets time to"
any cousin Mary is very foolish 10 do
so much moro than she need to! And
then her hands are as brown as q gip-
sey'sp
"I never happened TO notice them. ]
only remember that she makes delicious
pastry, and plays the piano nearly ms well
as yourself" rejoined Mr.. Thornton, sooth-
ingly.
az wish you wouldn't quote cousin
Mary! / don't like comparisons. She's
drudge and a blue. You said you
didn't like blues"
al don't; blondes arc my favorites; and
you are as pretty blonde rs / ever saw
ashes an advocate for woman's rights,
too. How often you've said you were
glad that l don't interfere with subjects
which don't concern my sex. And now
you're finding fault with my housckcep-
ing"
"Thats the very idea, my love. I'm
only regretting your non-interference in
matters that do concern your SEX"
MRS. Thornton defined her position
Immediately.
She did not design burying herself in
the kitchen, or attaching herself TO Biddy
She had married for homo and main
tenance, not to spend her life in rolling
pic-crust or moulding bread.
Henry Thornton looked surprised, and
no wonder, for he fell surprised. That
his adorable Helen could be perversC
when it suited her, he well knew; but
that she should "put down her foot" SC
determinedly, set him to thinking. The
young husband did not wish his wife tC
perform the duties belonging to domes
tic, but he hoped she would take the gen
eral supervision of matters. Ho was ;
clerk, with a moderate salary, and pru
denco was indispensable to his situation
The story need not be heightened. Waste
and improvidenco in the kitchen soor
brought pecuniary embarrassment, while
in the parlor, incapacity and ignorance o
what constitutes true woman and rea
lady, laid the foundation of much discorC
which timo did not lessen. The charm
of The "white hand had departed, anC
poverty and shiftlessness succeeded. Mer
personal beauty, without intellectual at
tainments, a fund Of common sense ant
moral worth, can not long prove attract
i've. Think of it, ye Benedicts in searcl
af connubial felicity!
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