Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1862-08-19


MRS. Rodney bad just taken moutbful
VI 'he chicken salad as her husband asked
e.e question: and was tasting the rancid
Yes, l made it."
treasure and approval had been perceive
Gu 10 MT hedney's tone, and satisfaction
as be thus replied:
IT Is charming. must get you to
teach my wife your secret. She makes q
this" 'duai W
Mrs. Rodney swallowed. with an afr,
the mouthful Of salad she had taken 7,
came near choaking her, and she did NOT
try another. With some curiosity and
some surprise. she watched the annaran,
enjoyment with which her husband eat the
onensI'e mass; even accepting a second
supply. She did not feel at all comnI;.
mented by his reference to her skin in
salad making. That was "the unkipdest
cut OF all" 1t was not possible for her TO
help contrasting this excess of approval in
her husband with his excess of cendemna
TOD the evening before. This upcalled
iGr praise OF a friends housekeeping
with his unealled-for condemnation of his
wite's. As all womec do, she laid these
Things up IN her heart, and pondered over
them.
During the whole evening, Mr.. Rodney
was IN admirable spirits-the yery EN-.
Dooiment OF cheerful good bumor. Mrs.
Rodney was little more qniet than usual.
sometimes dull and absent minded. The
TACT was, she could not forget the differ
ence between husband at home and her
husband abroad-his treatment of those
who were nothing to him, and his treat
ment OF his wife, who should have been all
to him. '''
As the children were along, MIR. and
Mrs Rodney went home at az early hour.
on the way back, Mr.. Rcduey was talka-
tive, and had many pleasant things to saw
OF the friends with whom they had spent
the evening, but Mrs. Rodrey was ire
sponsive, and almost silent. She could NOT
forget.
Don't you feel well?" asked Mr.. Rod
ney, at last becoming aware that his wife
was lar from being in like fine spirits with
himself. They were at their own door.
My head aches little"
1t was true; but her heart acbed more.
Something whispered in the dull ears of
Mr.. Rodney remote suggestion of what
the truth might be and then followed Ger.
tain remembrances that set him to thinking
IN new direction. 1t was his turn TO be-
come silent speech died on his lips as he
passed his own threshold. A certain heav.
mess of atmosphere weighed on his bosom
like nightmare. What could IL mean ?
Self love was not ready to take the blame.
and went searching ABOUT for the offending
agent.
"lf she were more cheerful and even
tempered" Who was shef His wife of
course.
Mr. Rodney sat down to read, and Mrs.
Rodney went over to their sleeping rooms
with the children, who were soon in bed.
but the evenings excitement kept them
awake.
What are they talking about 2" said Mr..
Rodney, looking up from his book. His
wife had Joined him.
Mrs. Rodney did not answer.
just listen to their tongues ?" And the
father arose, adding, in pleased interested
voice, 81 must enjoy it with them" and
stepped lightly from the room. As he
reached the door opening into the chamber
where the children lay, and stood just ON
the outside, he heard this remark from the
little girl:
They weren't half as good as those we
had last night, and father praised them and
said he likec hard biscuits. | wonder what
mother thought? Iguess she remembered
what he said about her biscuits, that were
twice as good"
eff father chooses to praise auybody's
| things, hasn't he got right to do 70" de-
maDded the brother, in a 5ectoring kind Of
way.
Il s'pOse he's got the right" was an
h,,k fhok 81 4.
kind to talk of mother in the way he did,
and then praise another woman, before her
face, for doing ten times as bad. That's
what look at"
20 pshaw You don't know. Isn't
father got a right to speak when he
pleases ?" said young embryo tyrant
81 will tell yoo what do know" The
cbid's voice rose to clearer tone.
"What do you know"
"That mothers coffee is twice as good as
Mrs. Glen's; and yet father never praises
1t. But if it happens to get wrong once in
while, don't mother hear something!
guess she does Did you taste that chick
en- salad ?"
"Yes." The boys tone was not quite so
arrogant.
Gould You eat it"
"No."
"And father said it was charming; and
that he must get Mrs. Glenn TO teach
mother how to make chicken salad ! 1t
was a shame And mother sitting right
there. couldn't help looking at her and
know she felt bad. He's always finding
fault with what she does and | wish he
wouldn't do it. 1t wasn't true neither.
It's an old saying, that listeners never
hear any good Of themselves. Mr.. Rodney
! proved the truth of the adage on this occa.
sion. He did not linger to enjoy more, but
silently retired. something wiser than when
be left the family sitting room. Mrs. Rod
ney did not ask him about the chldren's
! talk, and he was not inclined to be commu
| NEGATIVE on that subject.
Next morning Mr.. Rodney surprised his
wife and the children also, by saying, after
tasting bis coffee:
"This is delicious J"
Was it earnest or ironyl Mrs. Rodney's
color heightened. She looked doubtingly
at her husband.
"As good as Mrs. Glenn's? ?" asked his
daughter, glancing at her father with an
arch expression.
Eyes. you saucy little rogue and a great
deal better. Mrs. Glenn cannot begin to
make coffee like this "
But she can heat mother at chicken
salad. Mothers oil has no taste to it,"
"Apnie Annie !"
Mrs. Rodney spoke to the child in a re-
proving voice.
Fairly hitl" said Mr.. Rodney, in good
humOr. But you know, dear" he added,
trying to put himself right with the child,
that we must seemed pleased with the en-
tertainment others provided for u.s. 1t
would have been very impoiite in me to
have shown that tasted the rancid OIL"
"You needn't have said anything about
it," frankly answered the artless child.
81 guess you're about right DEAR" said
Mr.. Rodney. Il overacted my part; but
won't do 40 again This steak is very ten>
der" Mr.. Rodney looked from his daugh-