Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1866-03-08
How Mr.. Keith Managed.

"Man's work is from sun to sun, but wo.
mans work is never done," quoted Mrs.
Keith.
She had just finished her work for the
evening, everything was sided, and she was
taking up her sewing, when Mr.. Keith up
set vinegar bottle and bowl of gravy in
the kitchen cupboard, rumaging after a
knife which was in his pocket all the time.
Mrs. Keith reliuquished her idea of lit.
tie season of quiet, and went out to set mat,
ters in order again Mr.. Keith followed to
oversee her-a habit some men have.
81 wish you would try to be little more
careful, Henry. You do not realize how
many things have to see to"
"Humpb !" said Mr.. Keith sitting, down
in basket of freshly ironed closhesj 81
never would complain of such a trife as
that? If I didn't know should think all
the woman we're in slavery"
"And you would be correct, Henry
You haven't the faintest idea"
"Nonsense, Mary Why, could do
your work, and three times as much more,
and get all through at ten o'clock !"
"Could you, indeed"
ITO be sure, if you would only give me
the chance of it."
"You shall have it," said Mrs. Keith,
quietly. l have long wanted to visit my
Aunt Susan will do so now, and you
may keep house. I shall have to cook up
something"
GAS if couldn't cook You will do moth
ing of the kind, Mary. 1 shall live like a
prince, and you will see how nice | will keep
everything You will hardly know the house
when you return"
81 dare say" remarked Mrs Keith, "but
when can go?"
"To.morrow, if you like
"And you are sure you can manage"
"Sure ~ what look be gave her; "you
shall see"
Mrs. Keith laughed little to herself
when her husband left her at the depot, and
turned his steps homeward to clear the
breakfast things and prepare dinner. She
only wished she could be there invisibly,
and see him manage.
"Let me see," soliloquized Keith, enter
ing the kitchen; "Ill wash the dishes first
and III put on one of Mary's dresses to
keep me clean"
He fastened it around his waist with a
pin, rolled up his sleeves, and looked about
him. The fire was out, but after much trou-
ble he succeeded in rekindling it, and then
began to wash the dishes.
He took them to the sink, plugged up
the spout, aud put them to soak in pail of
cold water.
"There, they're washed" said he to him
self; snow for something to wipe them on.
III take the table cloth. Such fuss as wo-
man do make about work. Why, could
wash all the dishes in the neighborhood in
half day. This stew pan smells of grease.
I wonder what's the matter with it 2 There,
I've got some smut on my hand !! there it
goes on that China saucer, deuce take it {!
I wish there was no smut !-Hillo, there's
one plate gone to smash! Oh, there goes
the cream pitcher And I've stepped into
that potato dish that SET on the floor to
dry, and that's gone to the shades Never
mind, accidents will happen. guess I'll
trim the lamp next; mother always trim
med the lamp in the morning. Confound
'em, how black the chimneys are"
Thus conversing with himself, MIR. Keith
put the ohimneys into the basin and cogita'
ted moment. He had heard it said that
boiling water was cleansing. So he scalded
the chimneys, aud the result was about
hundred different pieces to each chimney.