Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-03-23
MOKELUMNE HILL CALAVERAs COUNTY CAI MA

alarmed, hung about her in deplorable
way, and began to cry also. Here was
a tableaux here was a sight to touch
harder hearts than Job, who could cas-
lily see, if he chose to peep through the
half-open door! Perhaps it did, for
Mrs. JOB thought that she heard a
groan. She hushed her sobs, and
listened anxiously. 1t came again,
louder, longer; but do people groan
Ithus-ka-a,a through their nose? A
groan = A snore, Mrs Job !. Job was
asleep. He had sone to bed, leaving
Mrs. Job to wash the dishes, get the
children in bed, and wipe her own tears.
Not doubt but several thousands of
other husbands at just that hour had
done precisely the same thing; but the
majority of these husbands had not
taught their wives to expect any thing
better you know. GAG -1a-e b. .--2E -
Mrs Job came out of her suffering
condition with fire and rapidity. She
popped the little Spinnings into bed in
a way that made them curl up very
small under the clothes. She made the
pans and kettles ring again and all
this bouncing and banging was but a
feeble expression of the wrath that was
in her. ... ...... .....s.. ,,..-... .-.... 81
'The brute! ? she said to herself;
but I'll show him whether am to be
trampled or not!' No talk now of ap-
pealing to his better feelings. The
natural woman was in such rage that
she could not listen to Mrs. DIR. Job,
unless that eminent practitioner should
suggest some of the sterner modes of
treatment. Keep his supper for him
indeed! Coming home on the follow
ing evening Job found Mrs. Job grimly
sewing, and the room wearing that put
away night appearance SO pecu-
liarly aggravating to hungry and tired
folk. > '''ii ~'1' ''a.' '''7'- ''s'.i-2
h"Isn't it late asked Job, glanciug
at the clock, with some dismay.
'We have had our supper, if that. is
what you mean,' says Mrs Job, sudden
ly facing him, 'hours agoH But there
is bread in the pantry, if you want it;
still with her eyes on him, and bristling
for battle But Job did not take up
the gage, but looked at her with ten
der, sorrowful, pitying gaze, and, sigh
ing, went and found his crust and ate it
without word No doubt this was a
famous way of making job understand
that she was not to be trampled on !;
but the little woman had never been
more uncomfortable in her life, and she
sat up and cried after Job went to bed,
recalling his still, solemn, suffering face,
and the strange, plying look that he
had cast on her, and feeling dimly that
here was a case beyond her simple skill
and vowed to herself that if Job lived
to be hundred, and staid out every
night till twelve o'clock, he should find
his dinner waiting for him in the
oven. .... ,.. 81
. When physician finds patient get
ting beyond his skill he calls in broth
er practitioner; and Mrs. DR.. Job,
thinking the moral symptoms Of her pa
tient more and more pulling, laid the
case before Mary Ellen.
%" Mary Ellen was Mrs Jobs sister,
lived in the lower half of the house, and
never had believed in Job Spinning
tThere is woman in the case pro-
nounced Mary Ellen, portentously.
Mrs. Job fired. Mary Ellen, I
don't believe it! Job Spinning isn't
that man! 7 - 'e- '..8 u.
Mary Ellen smiled superior. 10
Men are men, and not women, Jane
and facts are facts !; and If Job don't
spend his time here, he goes somewhere
else for tain't at the shop, as George
can tell you. He leaves there regular
among the first, and if, he brings you
eleven dollars a week instead of four
teen it amt because his salary is not
raised, for it is, and every body knows
it: and if you don't get the money. it
don't go on himself, for, as I told
George, Job never was no hand to dress;
but now he's going downright Shabby.
Maybe JOB is all right, and l don't say
he amt; but the first question always
ask about husbands is, what do they do
with their time and their money? and
then I Judge aecordingE:' rolling out the
bread that She was moulding with an
air that showed plainly how she judged
in this case ad1 81 .nsaf l1.-7 faa 20.
pa .There's different ways of putting
facts said Mrs Job, much wilted, but
still vaguely convinced Of the monstros-
ity Of Mary Ellen's conclusions when
applied to Job-that slipped off her
tongue without intending and / don't
believe it, Mary Ellen, say what you
like er ia a.l
None so blind as them who won't
see and for jealous cried, Mary Ell
len, very red, Il must first see some
thing to be jealous of-not to say that
you needn't be mad at me, Jane, as |
ANT the woman he's after, any how"
Il call that low observed Mrs. JOB,
hastily picking up her work basket aud
retiring with much dignity, Not for
worlds would she have cried before Mary
Ellen; but sitting by her own fire she
could do what she pleased-and then,
her hysterical passion over, she still sat
watching the fire gleam on the wall; ;
and in the silence, broken only by tie
falling of coal, or the measured tick
ing of. the clock, came back to her a
bright morning in their welded lives
when Job had brought home that very
clock and set it up on the shelf, telling