The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1866-12-08
The First 0uarraI.

NEW CASTLE, December. 1866
The First Quarrel,
Sakes alive what looking rooml
declare, George Graham, If you arcn't { enough
to try the patience Of job ] DON'T believe
there Is another womaa living has to bear
what do Who'd ever think that ! caino
IN here after breakfast and worked cQ0d
hour putting things to rights! And now,
Nyha5 does ID look like
Tears stood in the ljtJle wiles eyes, aud
her face heightened out till you would have
thought she had Just heard Of a death
What IS IL Susie What's up new?
What does qgIat look like? And Nr. Gra-
ham turned earelessly, and COED natUredIy
too, from the dOuble-leaded article on Recon-
struction, which he had beeu.s0 earnestly
reading, that though be had heard, be had
scarcely cOmprehended a word # the COM
pluint
60 That's just Ike you, George! If.
were to tell you the house were on fire, you'd
only look round and say, where, Susie 2 ''T.
He laughed, hearty laugh it was, too,
clear and ringing; q laCEh that maRy q wife
w0uldhave treasured up as men DO pearls
and precious stones.
1t nettled Mrs. Graham, and she said,
sbbrpl7, II you'd open your eyes, you'd see
what does what look ike
Herubbed his hands sbriskly and then peared
around " Ideelare, Susie, L don't know
what you mean. Iae carpet is swept, the
furniture busted, the lamps trimmed, the FIRE
brgiht-what is it? / can't Tor the lie Of
me see amy thing w-Tong."
3. Y 0u can G. No, O. course You -can.tl
See there, and there, and there, and there"
and she pointed rapidiy, her emphasis grow
ing more.incisive each time, to his heavy
oyercoat, which lay in a tumbled mass on the
oungej to his hat which was lodged unccra-
mOuiousiy in the middle of her work basket;
to his rubbeTs which were roasting on the
stove hearth, and to his gloves, which had
demurely settled themselves on the mantel-
peice,
"I see, I see, Susie but then you know
I'm a careles, gOod-fOr-nOthing sort Of a
fellow, who never had any bringing up, and
you must make allowances, my dear" and
tossing the paper upon the table, he caught
her hand and drew her gently upon his lap
and said sOOthingly as one might talk to
fretful child, don be cross now, pet, cause
| didn't mean anything bad, you know Put
up your lips and let me kiss away that pout.
But the lips were not put up to meet the
touch Of those bearded ones. Instead, they
assumed squareness, rigidity, immobility.
g Must l have the lecture first, sFiieY,
before can either give OF claim a kiss
Well, out with 1t then. The sooner I'm
whipped the sooner it'll stop hurting, as |
used to say to the boys when the schoOlmas--
ter was after me with the rod of correction.
But Susie, and here his tones which had so
far been iocular, assumed a touching earn
estness F" / don't like this beingseolded every
time I come into the house. I've borne it so
far patiently, but It's wearing on my patienee.
! shan't be able to hold it much longer, I'm
afraid / shall scold back and then well
quarrel, and then-our home shall be no
longer home, but-shall / say it 5Susie p
what too many homes are, nothing more or
less than cheap editions Of hell itself -...
But, George, how can 1 helpi52e You
do try me terribly.
How, SusieH
Why by never putting your things where
they belong. | was brought up to have a
place for everything and everything IN Its
place, and Ii does worry me to come IN from
the Kitchen tired and hot, ana then find the
sitting-s0om looking 50. I Ike to have
things neat and orderly
" But you know we can have all we want
in this world, Susie, and is it worth while
for you to fret your life away just because
1 cant always think to pu5 my gloves in my
pocket, and hang up nay coat and hat, and
leave my rubbers Ia the entry r
That word fret was ala unfortunate one;
itstung her and she said bitterly, . But you
never think, George. i en- come rushing IA
ike whirl-WiEd, and toss your things peii-
mell every which way, ana II ther re ever
picked up anu put ia their place, i5'I5 and
not you, that 90 it, and ] IL getting tired Of
it. I can't, and I wcn't ts5and it any longer"
V hat VIII you do, cQsief' There was
severity in bis tone now
Do2 Why 1 Won stand 1t. l won be
any mans slave aud the black eyes flashed
deiiaBtiy. ~
Did 1 ever ask You to be my slave
The mans eyes were 9aYhing now.
" But what else am ! toll like one
from morning tall nightto do up the work
and put things IN order, and you come IN
and undo tall, just as I've got through. 1t
is enough to make a saint swear.
She was excited n0E she hardly knew
what she said.
" And what ana ~ he ratogted. " If
Won re slave, in onequite as nluch. Who
earns every cent that's br0ught in? Who
paws che rent, and buys she fnel, and lays IN
th6 provisions u ho clothes Mrs. Susan
Graham, I'D like 60 know
She earned her own clothes once. and
she can do it again, George Graham, If it is
necessary, and no thanks toYOu, or amy ether
man..
"Its pity she hadn't kepton earning
them herself Then she'd never had TO pich
up and put away her husband ana newell,
Il wouldn't be gendenlaniy to say IT..
" Out with It, sir. Never spoila joke for
relation srsake.