The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1870-08-05

! son always wanted his dinner broiling
: hot, and she hastened to lay the clotl
in tho cool room of the kitchen
) Frank and Charley, her two boys
came rushing in from school, eacl
striving to claiming her attention
. She was heated, tired, q d very cross
why isn't dinner ready p de-
manded Mr.. Thompson, not seeing i
: actually on the table when he entered
''I told you had no waste time to
day" he added angriiy in his b .:rrJ
land hunger. IF hadn't anything
TO do in the forenoon but get dinnel
I'd have it ready in time, I know"
! A bitter retort was springing to hel
) lips, but ere it could be spoken Char
ley clamorousIy interposed, cushing
his new copy book before her eyes.
u Look, mother, / am going int
sentences now, like Frank. 1t 10 IN,
first copy. The master wrote it; anf
he said Iwasto get it by heart, too
and always remember it. Do read it
mother" = eft
Mrs. Thompson, her arms full o.
tho cracked old mulberry plates
paused moment to let her eyes fall
on the new copy. A soft answer
turneth away wrath" was what she
read. It was not that the proverb was
new-she had read il scores of times
but there was something in its ap-
propriateness TO the present momen,
that fell, like cool sweet wind on hei
heated impulses.
will have it ready in n moment,
Robert" she said quietly.
Mr.. Robert Thompson looked up-
Evidently he had not expected SC
pleasant a reply. II the truth must be
told, he had thought good bit that
morning of his wife's request abou.
the white ware. Not in the way oi
granting it. but that she would proba.
bly, be sulkey over it when they go,
into dinner.
at doesn't feel here as il does in the
blazing meadow" he remarked to his
friends, rs they went into the north
room to dinner. Folks that can
keep in doors this weather have an
easy time Of it; they don't know what
heat is.
Mrs. Thompson wondered whether
this was slap at her. Her face
looked scarlet enough for any amoun.
of heat. As to sitting down with
them. she had enough to do to wal,
on the party. It is washing day, and
Mollie must not be called.
8. This butter must have been kept
in the kitchen, it's like oil, said Mr..
Thompson.
I" took it out OF the cellar since
you came in +; l will go down and get
some more If you think had better
was the reply given pleasantly.
Never mind. Well, declare dc
you call this meat boiled ?" went ON
Mr.. Thompson as he began to carve.
Its harder than rock. Ifmeat has
to be cooked pretty fresh this wealth
er, it need not be like this"
g tried to have it nice, Robert, u
she said, striving to choke down a
rising sob--as well as an angry word.
Dir. Thompson, aroused by the
quiver in the tone, looked at his wife
his guests glanced at one another. She
sat down at length, but could not eat.
Mr.. Thompson finished his dinner in
silence.
He was watching his wife's face,
there was something in it he
did not understands kind of pa
tient, hopeless look, as If she no longer
cared to struggle onward. The old
mulberry ware did look dingy on the
snowy white tablecloth almost toe
bad for these chnms of his to sit down
to. He wondered he had never
thought so before. Robert Thompson
grew thoughtful.
| He passed into the kitchen when
they were going out again. How hot
and stifirg il felt with that big fire--as
bad as south meadow. His wife had
been in it cooking that must have
made her face scarlet. Indoors was
net so comfort BILE place after all, il
you had hot work to do, was the idea
that fitted through his mind. And
perhaps the work was over-much fol
his wife, who ut the best was but q
delicate woman.
A fresh, cool breeze had sprung up
from the south, rs he went out, walk.
ing slowly, but the sun burning hot
still. Robert Thompson waited to
wipe his brows, and in that momen,
the voices of his comrades came to.
ward him from the other side of the
hedge, where they stood ii the little
shade it cast.
'sI never pitied woman so much
in my life," qnoth one of them. "She
works like slave, and does not even
get thank ye' for it from Thompson.
He's a good fellow, and rs strong as Q
horse himself, he thinks, I suppose
women must be the same"
i eyes, Bob's sterling good fellow
but Jane lawrence made mistake
when she said yes to his asking" re-
piled the other. ''She wasn't cut out
for farme, IS wife, especially one who
keeps his folks to it like Thompson
! does. She's delicate and sensitive; any
lady but her would have turned lone
ago, and bid him give her proper help
I He won make his money out of he
!, many years if he doesn't take bette
care of her; she'll run down fast
| Awfully changed she is-looks as fadet
as the old house rooms. and they hav,
} not seen coat of paint since grand
! father Thompson's day"
t sAh, she'd better have taken Jo
} Burnham. The Lawrences used to ha-
things nice in their home, and she't
have got EN- so still if she had married
: joe. His wife has just gone out il
her pony shay. l say, Jones, won
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