Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1864-04-22

lorced 10 admit that he was, in many re-
spects, the governed. He stopped square
in the road, and put bis foot down.
This won'tdo,' he declared to himself
Il must turn over new leaf. BY the
great Moses I'll be master in my own
house Wen see who'll governp
j Sarah Poison sat in her kitchen, en-
gagged in mending her husbands frock -
She was medium-sized, mild faced wo-
man, with clear hazel eyes, and dark
brown hair-a faithful loving woman,
frugal and industrious, and possessing a
good share Of firmness and decision.--
The house was clean, and in order the
shed was pattern Of neatness the barn
was well kept; the cows and pigs were
fat and sleek the orchard was trim; and
the farm was productive and a careful
observer who had watched the doings of
fifteen years would have said that Sarah
Poison was the genius who presided over
all this order and thrift.
Job Poison reached bis home and hung
bis hat upon the back of chair, and sat
down by the stove.
job said his wife without stopping
her needle, 'as soon as you get warm, l
guess you'd better fix our front door steps.
The plank on the lower step is loose
And after dinner would be a good time
to secure the beam over the lock up
You had better do it before the staDch-
ions get loose the cattle can work them
a little now. "A stitch in time saves
nine, you know
IN look out for my barn. said Job,
placing rather an undue emphasis upon
the my.
His wiie's needle fairly stopped, and
look Of curious surprise crept over her
face. What did the man mean -?
But, JoL,' she suggested kindly, have
you noticed that the beam is loose p
This rather staggered Job Poison
but he quickly recovered himself, and
placed bis right foot little more firmly
upon the floor.
Sarah lie said, Il will look out for my
'wn affairs. If you will attend to your
own duty here in the house, you'll do
enough
job Poison, what do you meant?
Il mean this replied Job, speaking
quickly and snappishly. He hadn't the
trength to speak slowly and sernly. 4
mean this. I'll be master of my own
fairs. don't need ruler; and what's
more, don't mean to have one!
Like all men who have ventured be-
'ond their depth, Job Poison was forced
o make up in bitterness what be lacked
f power.
AT first his wife was astounded; but
'hen she saw that he kept his eyes Upon
he fire, not daring to raise them towards
er, and when she saw that his teeth
'ere closely shut, and his head cooked
yer upon one side, the truth flashed up ,
n her She was woman of quick,
cen perception, and she knew that he
ad been down to the store, and she knew ..
tho were in the habit of congregating ,
lere, 1t was just as plain to her per- +
option as though she had heard Sam
hute and Tom Burnham ventilating !,
leir stories of domestic philosophy.
job she inquired, very quietly, what :,
re my duties?'
Now Job Poison had put his foot in it,
nd he must not back down. He was
ot diplomat, and he answered bluntly c
I'D squarely:
Your duty is to obey your husband :,
3D., he added, fixing himself firmly in !.
S seat, Il hope you will do it,
DO you mean tha: you are going to 7
rn over a new leaf in your family :?
ouired Mrs. Poison.
That's it exactly cried Job. You've
t it the first time -,
And you are to be master?' +;
Il am
And hereafter you want none of my
ggestions ? =.
Hereafter 1 shall pay such attention -
your suggestions as l may think they :,
crit
Mrs. Poison resumed her sewing. -
Poor, dear little mani She did not :.
y this aloud, but she thought it to her
T. A quiet smile stole over her pretty
e, and she patted her trim foot upon u
, floor. She had not the least thought
being angry with her husband-not :.
: least in the world. She knew his n
akness; and she knew that something do
4 been thorning him.
job she said, after she mad reflected Y,
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