Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1866-01-18
white Hands ana Muddy e,oGee,


all her small white hands He never once
asked hmselfif these same hands could iron
a shirt, make bread or mend pdir Of socks
they could make trills on the piano, work
worsted dogs and horses on crickets and otto
mans, and paint something styled land
scape. She was not literary either. Henry
Thornton could not tolerate that kind of ab.
surdity In his opinion woman had much
better be asleep than putting her thoughts
upon paper. He thanked fortune, too, that
she neveritook to dry inquisitions, tedious es.
says, or egotistical books. sis7 i.'i i.t
| Besides, his Helen did not cure about pol
itics, being regular KNOW Nothing" in re.
gard to the item Of who stood the best chance
Of being the next President. As to the war
in the East she could not tell positively
whether Sevastapol was up or down; Or
whether it was in the hands Of the Allies or
Russians Reformation topics she never
broached, either Temperance was only fit
for drunkards' wives to talk about Soft will
be perceived that Helen Thornton was not a
strong minded female a fact upon which
her husband felicitated himself not little.
We have said that two months comprised
the married life Of the latter. 1t would be
gratifying to adj that his happiness was com
plete; that he had nothing to wish for; but
candor compcls me to say that he had dis.
covered little alloy in his gold To be sure
it would pass for pure metal, but close exam
ination disclosed the fact In word his
coffce hai been exceedingly muddy for more
than week, and then he cautiously dropped
hint to the effect that if her personal atlen-
on was eivtn to the matter the evil might be
remcdiel; she rather tartly responded that
coffee making was not her business, moreover
Shutting herself up in her chamber in a milf,
thus depriving him Of her precious company
f,r the rest Of the day. A kiss and. a new
scarf set the matter right the next morning,
however, Mr.. Thornton throwing in gratis an
apology for his ill-timed suggestion. H. re-
membercd that all mankind (and We may as
well include womankind) seldom attain to
vicinity of thorns, and that rainbows and
black clouds are often seen together
1t is curious fact, but no less true, that
love scarcely outlives bad bread, smoky tea,
thick coffee, hard boiled eggs, discolored sill
yer and soiled table linen After all the ro-
nance and rhapsody laid 10 his charge, the
little gentleman deals in probabilities. He
| likes bread and butter, and he wants the
! bread light and the butter sweet. He is a
little exacting too; insisting that CATERS look
better neatly laced than when open and flap
ping at the ankles with the strings trailing on
the ground. He was even once known to
take abrupt leave Of lady on the ostensiblc
plea Of dissimilarity of disposition; but
shrcwd people suspected the true reason was
because she wore dirty collars He may be
whimsical, extravagant and Aishty, some-
times, but he is just as sure to leave his air
castles and settle down quietly to the three
meals day and cigar in the evening as a
feather is TO obey the laws of gravitation.-
He writes tender poetry, too; but generally
roast be cf--thc sly rogue knows that an empty
stomach is not favorable to soft sentiment or
smooth rhyme.
The honeymoon had inst expired or rather
the months allotted to that interesting period.
for it has been ascertained that season can be
protracted by proper means, to an indefinite
length of time. The twain were seated at
the breakfast table Mr.. Thornton looked
dubiously at the burned and dried steak on
the platter before him, made wry face at
his cup Of coffee took one mouthtu Of the
cammy, lcathery toast, and then spoke:
MY dear Helen" ".
We'll Mr. Thornton"
did you ever eat any Of my mother 3
brt adY'
"Mc--wby do you ask?'
because she makes the best biscuit ever
saw" 's
"Undoubtedly! A mans mother is gcncr-
ally his wife s superior in everything ] only
wonder that he is ever persuaded to leave
herr responded Mrs. Thornton, drily.
1t was the first time she had ever spoken
sarcasticaly, and Henry was puzzled.
II merely referred to my mother, because
she superntcndcd the bread making herself
wish you could be induced TO do the same "
The lady lifted her taper fingers.
| 5"Do you really wish me to putty up my
hands with pic-crust, and bury my arms in
dough, Mr.. Thornton?' ..Ts
mo, not exactly, my love, but you could
overlook Biddy, and teach her to make better
stuff than this" he added, pointing TO the
toast THAT wouldn't soil your hands would
it," H e.. r
~ don't know how besides Biddy don't
want me in the kitchen, and am not partic-
ularly attracted there. don't mean to spend
my life doing house work, Or fretting about
servants, am not able to do anything more
than wait upon the table and entertain visit
I urs."
The bride sighed and leaned back in her
| CHAIR ... ......,.
"But your Cousin Mary keeps no help and
\ still gets time To-
my Cousin Mary is very foolish to do so
much more than she need to. .Ald then her
hands are as brown as agipsys,
u never happened TO notice them L only
remember she makes delicate pastry, and
plays the piano nearly as well as youiself,"
rejoined Mr.. Thornton very soothingly.
II wish you wouldn't quote Cousin Mary.
/ don't like comparisons. She is a drudge
and blue. You said you did not like blncs. "
~ don t--blondes are my favorits; and you
are as pretty a blonde as ever saw.
"She' an advocate Of woman's rights, too.
How often you've said you were glad don't
interfere with subjects that don't concern my
sex And now you are finding fault with my
housekeeping" ..... ..s
That's the very idea, my love; | am only
lregrettng your. non,interferencc in matters
that DO Concern your SEX
f Mrs Thornton defined her position" i'm.
| niediately; she did not design bnrying herself
in the kitchen, or attaching herself to Blddy.
She had married for home and maintenance