Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1863-12-25

merit"
Mrs. Poison resumed her sewing.
Poor, dear little man :" She did not
say this aloud, but she thought it to her
self. A quiet smile stole over her pretty
face, and She patted her trim foot upon
the floor. She had not the least thought
OF being angry with her husband-not
the least in the world. She knew his
weakness and she knew something had
been thornng him.
job, she said, after she had reflected
few moments, 81 am your wife. You
are man, and am only woman. 1t
is right that you should command. | am
your most humble servant Give me
your orders, as you please; but | beg Of
You to treat me kindly
And then, with sober face and bcnded
head, Sarah pursued her work.
What in the world was job Poison to
say now? He had never heard his wife
speak so sadly and solemnly before. He
sat upon nettlcs. He got up and went to
the closet he tried to whistle and fin
ally he left the house. He went to the
barn and examined the tie-up. 1t was
loose, and he saw at once that it ought to
be fixed but he would not do it then
it would look too much like being govern
ed by his wife, BY and by he went
around and looked at the steps at the
front door, They certainly needed fixing
bat he would not do the job until after
dinner. If he put it off till afternoon
taat would show that he was not contro-
He'd by his wife.
For an hour AMI half Job Potsou
loated around the barn and shed like a
man who knew not what to do with HIM
self.
The door steps and the tie-up beam
troubled him. He knew that they orght
to be fixed but he could not turn his
back 50 soon upon the new road.
At length the dinner horn sounded, and
job weut in ard took his seat at the Ia
bic. The old smile that had cheered him
morning, noon and night had faded from
his wiics face and she gazod upon him
meeNy and submissiveIy.
"W Il my master have some Of this
sauce ?" she asked. There was 10 irony
IN the toHe-no maleyolenee, but she
spoke quietly and politely.
"Ye>. s4id job, "I should like some
Of 1t"
Bl, his dinner did not taste good to
him. lie did not feel at home. He
felt to use ere form of his thought like
CT in aiaaE sarrct, After dinner he
wen, ont and smoked III the she'd and
sn IN rgiIt in and ii&al the door step
This was Gais4el about the md lie Of tie
afternoon, ana from thea until supper
time h. worked at his wood pile, At the
supper table he felt more uneasy than he
had done at dinner. Once or twice he
vcnturcd to raise his eyes 10 his wife's
face, but there was no smile fer him
none Of the Old happy look
This was more than JOB Poison had
been prepared for. iiohal-or supposed
he hal-screwed his courage up to- the
point ei meeting his wifa's show of tenn
per. In flct, he had store Of harsh
sommaniing words already arranged to
lIc. back 1t uer when she should dare to
question I.ls authority, or Offer to treat
hm with contempt But he hal not
planned ,or meeting such an emergency
as this H. had announced his intention
of governing his wiE, and sas had taken
him at his word. What should he do
How should he commence? What sort
Of talk had he before him? As he sat
in the chimney corner, after the evenings
chores had all been done, smoking his
pipe he felt very much ike a man who
rd attempted to speak in meeting, and
had for- ,tt2n hi, speech. His wife had
been in the habit. every evening of sing
ING and chatting over her knitting, but
her voice was now hushed.
At nine o'clock he arose to attend to
his cattle, He looked for the lantern but
could not find it,
"Where is my lantern ?"
II guess it is where you left it." said
Sarah. She laid down her knitting, aud
went out into the porch, where she found
it sitting on bench. She lighted and
handed it to her husband.
"Shall do anything more for you
Job?'
She was calm and passive he was
chokel with perplexity.
That's all" he gaspcd, And then he
went away aud fed the cattle, and got in
What chceries,s Stry,o.., a. .zapecn!
On the following morning Job found
the same sedate face at the breakfaat ta-
b!a-no smiles no checr-no social chat
ting. After breakfast he went out and
liked the beam at the tieup; and then
he was at his wits end. What would he
have given at that moment for suggcs-
ton from his wife. Hy and by lucky
thought struck him. lie could break the
ice without lowering his own disrity.-
He went into the house with this purpose.
Sarah" he said, with his hands work
ins nervousiy in his pockets, "what do
think about having the loom put in order?'
II don't think anything about it, JOB.
You can do as you think best"
"Bat you know whether you want to
use it or not, don't you? - Mr. Poison
exhibited little feeling.
The wool is at your disposal, job. If
YOU please to have some cloth made, |
will spin and weave it. You have but to
issue your orders" Her voice was very
low and cain, and her bearing was very
respectful.
But" said job, pctulantly, and almost
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