The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1864-01-06
JOB HDOTSON'S fa
EX z ERR nj EN- T..

II was disagreeablc stormy day out
Of doors, ana IN the villaae store We're col
lcctcd uuzeh, or more, Ut social spirits,
engaged la urlnklns cider, aud talking
politics, BY and Dy thsy had talked the
political ielu dry, ;.Al one vi tncir mum
Uer-cam ohule Dy ualIe- red nosed,
biear eyed nl~u, opened Upon the suaJect
'cl domestic government. lie ventilated
ii,nseii on household affairs in general,
anu finally approached onc OF hIs hobbies
as toilvMs:
Il tell We, my boys, a mans got to be
master IN his own house " he ever ex-
poets 10 be anybody. Just let your wife
gam AN inch, aud shell ti,&e au ell. Let
uer olre take the rciIIs, ana she Il be sure
10 kcep en- Lord what thing ,man
must Uc to let his vile rule him
Thereupon Mr Sam ohutn finished his
mug of ciuer aud then filled his mouth
with tobacco.
That's fact cried Tom Burnham,
IN Il Thick fusgy voice. "ESad. Id like
10 see woman ruin me. l never had
il in my family. No, slrs, | hold the
reins myself. Ny wife moves when tell
her To- ehcs got her lesson, and she
knows just what to depend on
Tom Burnhanl finished his mug of cider
and lit his old blunt pipe.
You er right, Duruham," chinled Lot
Qulmhy, lifting his great dirty boots on
the stove hearth as he spoke If a man
provides home for his family, he 5 got u
right to be boss Thunder. I'd like to
sce a woman pulliu me around by the
nose
The fact is, resumed Sam Shute en-
tying his mouth upon the foer, ''thcoe
. clc women have got the leadia' strings
and when they cant pull by one they try
the other-iu the first place they, wan
to govern US like masters that suit,
EN- best, but if they cant do that, they
try to fetch US round by irettin' aud coax
III. But they don't come nune Of their
nonsense over nc Lord! When mar
once puts his foot down what eau wo
man 40
That so, pronounced Burnham, dig
) gins up the n,olst tobacco III his pipe witt
, the blade OF hn jack knife and then puff
ing away for dear lie. That's so, h
repeated after his pipe was once more il
smoking order-''l've had experience il
that. When man once puts his foo
down why woman can do notbin." I
woman'll pnll an haul jest as long a
there a chance Of havin her own way
but when she finds that she's got lsas
ter, why, Lord bless ye, shell be like
; colt with the bit in-there may be SON
kickin' and strusglin'; but she's got t
come round finally. Women have to b
o brokenj JUST like colts"
Egg -zactly y said Lot Quimby, lower
4 ing his boots to the floor, but leaving
part Of the dirt upon the stove hearth
You've hit the thing precisely, Ton
Egad, there's some comfort in man
ieelin' that he's boss of the establish
ment. If I've ever got to be "a slave;
I hope | shan't be slave to woman
that's all I've got to say As long as
have house kalkilatc to rule in it,
n What's your opinion. Job?''
- - This last remark was addressed to Jc
Poison, small sized, quiet-looking ma
Is who sat in the corner smoking a ne
pipe.
II guess said Sam Shute, with lang
: that Job is little on the other track
.'Should' mt wonder, added Tom Bur
=, ham with wink He ran broom stra
" through the muddy stem of his old pip
and then continued-"uis wife's got Il
upper hand | rather guess"
I mot by burned sight exelaim
to j lob in high dudgeon. 'Sirs!- my wi
n- don't rule me. You're mighty mistak
st if you think I'm henpecked.."
.st 'But Mrs. Poison does just about
she's mind to, l take it" suggest
Shute. <f8 H ae T
sAnd," added Burnham, who had g
' his pipe going once more. Il rayth
> gness Job does just about asshc tells hi
to do"