Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1867-04-25

and she'd worry the life out of him,
and when he did get married, could
he ever find one who'd love him as
she had and did, yes, did! the love
was there yet, yelling up and over
flowing.
She went into the kitchen, she
hardly knew why; driven perhaps
by the force Of habit. There stood
the table, laid for dinner and 60
neatly; the cloth white and in its
creases, the plates and glasses shin
ing brightly; the knives and forks
polished to almost silyery white
ness. She gave it one look and
mechanically opened the stove
oven. The chicken was browning
nicely; George liked roast chicken
better than a fricasee, so she had
cooked it in that way. The pota-
toes and turnips we're dancing mer.
ry jigs in the pot, and the tea-kettle
was softly humming. The mince
pie stood on the hearth warming
itself quietly and exhaling spicy
odor that was tempting even to a
dyspeptic stomach.
"Such q nice dinner, and no one
to eat it | wish-I wish--I hadn't
been so cross to him. / begun it
and kept it up too; he wasn't cross
first; he held out till / made him
mad Oh, dear! l wish-I do wish
it didn't worry me so to see things
lying around. I wish he was more
careful, thoughtful-such a dear
good fellow about everything else.
Never scolds-when bills come in
| like Hannah BentOn's husband
Mercy / don't know how she lives
with him. And he's always giving
me change, too. l never hardly
have to ask him for a cent; | don't
know what ! should do if | had to
manage as Carrie Stanford does to
get dollar out of Jim. If | had
such a man. ibid leave him, if
1 had to work my fingers to the
bones to earn my own living. And
he wants me to have girl and be
dressed up all the time, and read,
and practice, and go out with him,
and there's poor little May Miller
that never sits down once week,
but is forever stewing in the kitch-
en-, and never aword of thanks, Joe
always wondering why she don't
do more than she does. He ought
to 90 to treadmill himself. And
he never takes a drop of liquor, nor
would not for the world, and there's
Nelly Gray's sot of a man coming
home beastly drunk every night Of
his life and soaring the life out of
her. I'd see him drowned before
I'd live with him. And 'he never
smokes, nor chews, while you can't
go into anybody else's house hardly
without stumbling over spittoons,
or being suffocated with somebody's
pipe or cigar. Dear me- Ishould
die in a week, if l had to live in
that way. And he always was so
good natured, too, never gave me a
cross word until to o-day," but there
she broke down entirely, sob after
sob tearing away in her throat and
threatening to choke her entirely.
The paroxysm was too violent to
last long. AS it subsided, she
washed off the tears that flooded her
cheeks, wiped her eyes, brushed
back her hair, and going to the sink
bathed her face thoroughly. Then
she stood few minutes as if gath
ering up resolution, a calm and
beautiful expression playing about
her lips.
The words of her old pastor had
come back to her all at once as she
sat there weeping, The words he
had spoken to her the evening be-
fore her marriage .-"My little girl,
you have made a good choice
George Graham, your promised
husband, is young man of excel
lent principles and good disposi-
tion, and will do his best to make |
you happy, He is notperfect. No
man is. And you must be patient
with his failings; always patient
One cross word leads to another,
and that to another, till by and by
there's a quarrel, and then, good
bye to happiness. Don't scold, but
coax; don't drive, but lead. And
ifyou ever feel tried with him, think
how much more it might have been.
And always, always remember that
he is no saint, but only a man; a
man, mortal and weak. Be it your |.
work, little girl to make his earthly
home happy one, and to lead him
onward and upward towards that
holier one not made with hands"
Dead yet speaketh," she said
solemdly, as that long earnest talk
came back to her. ''And-and, III
do it anyway. Ifhe won't agree to
begin again and try it over, why
No, never can go out alone into
the world and see him married with
another woman. Oh, I'll never
say another word, I won't, not one,
if he has every chair piled to the
ceiling with coats and pants, and
the floor waist deep with boots and
rubbers. l don't know what made
me speak 50 cross to him. Ill get
a girl tomorrow; somebody that
can cook better than 1, and I'll keep
out of the kitchen; and whenever
he comes in I'll take his things my
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