The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1869-10-07
LUKE MARTINS HOME.
BY MRS JENNIE T. HAzEN.

no more than if 'twant there!''
Martin enters meekly, takes off his hat
and drops into the nearest chair
Cant you hang up your hat? You
never can see peg if it S less than a foo,
long, and you're always THROWN YOU
nat onto the table or chair, for me t.
pick upi'
well. Jerufha, I'm dreadful lame,
and tired as dog, and hungry as bear.
/ wish you d hurry up the supper, and
stop scolding.
Lame, are you, Lule? Well, I don'l
wonder you are lame; you work every
night till after the dew falls, and you
ketch cold"
Il expect do, Russia. but you know
l must make hay while the sun shines
and
Make hay while the moon shines,
guess you mean,' broke in Rusha.
Il cant afford to hire anybody to helI
me-, finished Luke.
w by didn't you come up to dinner
to-day? [ kept it waiting till it was colo
as stone.
Il am sorry you waited. Russia;
wish you wouldn't spoil your dinner fol
my sake.
well, how do 1 know but you II come
poklng along after awhile and want your
dinner. and | shall have to git it over?'
IF | should come too late, | can take
cold bite it's no matter bout me.
Hungry as a bear, you said well
why don you hurry up aud wash your
hands and git ready to eat-nnt set there
stupid as an OK
''Ill be ready in a minute. responded
Luke. and proceeded to wash his hands
and face in the sink by the door,
DO ia Ike that basin GU. doors to wash,
you'll spatter it into the water pail and
all over the floor.
Luke goes out with the basin
'.What's the use continued Jerusha
IN tone loud enough for Luke to hear,
of my Shaving round day In and day out,
to keep clean? Go back. every one of
you to a group of noisy children
and clean your feet. I've shaved myself
halt to death to clean up little, but
might as well clean plg-pen as this
house. You, nor your father. either,
seem to know the use of a door-mat"
Three chubby boys came in at the back
door.
Keep still! Don't make a bit OF
nolse-you'il wake the baby. Go and
wash your hands and get RI ady for sup
per. l don want TO keep 1t waitln all
night; III tired too, as well as your
father, and q like a rest; but there is
no rest for me, nor won be TIL | get to
my grave
All right, Russia, I'm ready now, :"
said Luke cheerly, as if trying to modl-
fy his tirettul wife.
We'll, you We been long enough about
Ii, | should thiuk,"
[ hurried fast as / could next time
| il hurry faster, with clumsy attempt
at playtuiness.
Come, draw up to the table, and
don't stand palaverin' all night! with
darker trown than ever.
Luke did as he was hidden, looking
cresttallen at the teoevident failure OF
his attempts to conciliate Jerusha
Less noise there, to the boys, who
were splashing each other with water,
and come right in here, or you II go
without your supper.
Enter Tom, Dick and Harry. pushing
each other rudely, to see who shall get to
the table first
Here, take that" giving Tom push
Dick cuff, and making teint at Harry;
and GET your places with less noise! Ii
sou wake up that baby, Ill warm you
jackets for you.
Luke, why don't you wait on them
children, and not let them reach all over
the table 2
Luke hands the first thing his eye
rests upon, and it chances to be the bow
O sauce.
Man aivel what are you about
Dor / you know better to pass the sass
TIE first thing? They re not going tc
make meal out Of sass.
Luke dropped the bowl and resumed
his eating.
Take care, Tom, you Il upset"
The words ended In shrek, as Tom
hit the milk pitcher with his elbow anu
set the table ahoat.
wanted some bread" whinpered
Tom.
Take that an this" slapping either
side of his face, and leave the table =
Look at the table cloth, will you? de-
clare it's enough to provoke saint to
have such work l must slave myself to
death to keep clean and 1T wouldn't be
no sort o USE"
This was one of ''Rusha's days" as
poor Luke called them. and she was in
oae OF her most uncomfortable moods,
and had succeeded In putting her house
hold III the same state of mind. Tom
sat in the corner gazing intently into the
blazing fire. The tears had ceased to
flow, but the frequent, long-drawn, shud-
dering signs told how painfully the sense
o. injustice ranked in his boy soul.
The old house-dog, with heart full of
doglsh sympathy, crept up and Land his
head across Tom knee. and wagged his
fail SIpul,- thnnrb ba S,II ~, hi, Il r,,, 4.
dog language-'I IN sorry for you Tom
But don't feel bad, and tomorrow you
and [ will be of tor day in the woods,
and
What more he would have said was cut
short by kick from feminine boot, and
a premptory order to get out of doors.
which he lost no time in obeying Now
ion, If you, you We SMILED long enough,
come and eat your supper; n agoln
u let the table set here all night
L don want any SUPPER faltered
Tom.
1T makes no difference; you've got
TO come and cat; you shaut Net thcr,
poutins and grumbl;ng''
Let the boy alone, spoke Luke, in
. low, measured tone; If he don want
ny supper, he shall not be forced to
at.
Russia knew when Luke spoke. that
nc meant just what he said, aud, las usual
she took refuge in tears.
1t was very seldom that Luke interior
ed IN any domestic affairs. OF in the
management of the boys; but, To night,a
new spirit seemed to possess him He
had evidently come to that point, where
resistance to tyrantS is tealty to God
Rising from the table, he walked acros
The floor, and confronted the weeping
woman.
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