Columbia Democrat and Bloomsburg general advertiser. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1850-1866, 1864-04-09

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Iom Eat in the store smoking a lon
PIPE For nearly a year be had spent hi
evenings there smoking and telling stoyje
| TIL long after bed time.
What for Tom used to have sucI
cosy times at home, evenings-wby dj,
not he stay there now, instead of Ioa6n,
about the stores and associating with al
the rowdies and yagabonds of Spinble
vile 7
we are sorry to suy it; but Tom,
mouse Is 40 longer pleasant place to him,
ne could never sit there half an hour
without bls wife asking him to do some.
1n'ng which more properly belonged to
her, which she could do as well as he.
That very evening he had sat down be
fore the fire in his comfortable sitting
ROOM TO make out some bills against some
oil his customers. lie had got the items
Oh Mr' Pend!ctan's account on the paper,
auu was running up the columns offigurog
'Iom 1 wish you would get a pitcher
oil water, ain almost checked, intcrrup.
ted Susan, who was sitting at the other
side of the table, making little apron
Tor the next baby.
Forty one, forty seven, flty.two' said
iom, continuing to add figures.
The pitcher is Oh to the table in kitsb.
en-.
Sixty three, sevonty-eight, eighty
Rinse it out before you pu, it into the
pail
Zero, carries eight
Come, Tom will you?
Eight, eleven, sixteen
i am almost checked said Susan, re.
Tss. t. :. yoq,s''7gdt' ele42sSnh e4s his arm 9a
H'Nill Vnn oct tho water or not 7 -
No, l WON'T
1t did no! used to be so, snivelled Susan
'When asked you to do anything for
mo--'
Like darn fool did .,--eight, cle7.
en-, sixteen"
4 never thought you would treat mo so.
Twenty one, twenty eight,
'Yo are an altered man; You are of |
now almost every evening" whined the
poor wita-wc pity her while We point
out the fault,
!Tbere, exclaimed Tom, closing lis
acOouD: book in pet. and putting it back
into the secretary. ! should as soon
think of doing anything in Tophot as here
'Seziug his hat, he rushed cut OF the
house, and made lis way 10 the store
where we found him at this chapter.
lie had not been gone more than half
an hour, before Uncle Tim, her mother
brother, q substantial old farmer, who
took Z great interest in Susan welfare.
made her call.
The poor wi!e's tears were scarcely dry,
and her eyes were swollen with weeping
She believed herself to be the most oruely
abused woman in Spindleyil!e---a Martyr
to the harabness and cruelty of hcr hug
band.
'Wherc's Tom /! asked uncle Tim.
He is not at home, You know be
never stays in the house evenings now,
replied, Susan struggling to repress a food
of tears.
whats the matter, Susie You look
as though you had been. crying coniiu.
uod the old man kindly 4 am afraid
Tom ain't SO good fellow as we used to
think he. wac
Susan only shook her head, and uncle
Tia sat in silence for a few miuulos.-
Sud denly the poor wife, no longer able to
hide her grief, burst into tears and Sob
bed like child.
'Whats the matter Susie ?
Tom was very cross to me tonight
How did it happen ? asked the old
man, who had been Il close observer of
his nece's domestic relations, and who
already understood matters very well.
why, you see he was making out bills,
and | asked him to bring NE Il pitcher of
water. Than he scolded terribly
i have been afraid of this since the
first week you were married, added uuclo
Tim.
i am sure l do everything can to
please him, but be grows worse and worse
dispose you won't thank me, Susie,
for telling you tits mostly your fault
'My fault, uucle ;!
In my opinion
why, uncle =
i remember nigh three years ago,
passing some time in the house here one
night, Tom had come in from work dread.