Knoxville weekly chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1875, 1870-05-18
A Married Woman's soIiloquy.
BY lone WHO HEARD IT'D


Yes, it's go! go! go! and get! get get
for every body on earth but ones own
wife. If should ask Mr. Slocum to go out
at such a time of day for a water pail and
basket of oranges, dye think he'd go!
Not he; L might want one while and take
it out in wanting! Oranges, forsoothl
Twas only yesterday | asked him to call
at William IS for Charley's shoes. Wouldn't
you have liked to have heard him scold
thought Ifhe didn't turn up Always
something wanting! Wish he could go to
the store and back again without calling
for a dozen parcels And when he came
in and put them on Charley's feet, slapped
him for crying because the pegs hurt him
Poor fellow he limped round till his faith
er had gone, and then pulled them off.
The pegs were an inch long at least calcu-
lation. And now just because Mrs. Brown
hints at water pail, he's up and off in a
minute! Why couldn't Brown go? Just
as though her own husband wasn't good
enough TO wait ON her.-I'd show him the
difference if was Brown? A pretty DIDO
| we shall have of it, if things go on at this
rate. I'll ask Brown to do my errands, see
! if L don't and then see how he likes it.
If the girls only knew! But no. They
wouldn't believe word of it. You might
| tell them till doomsday and the'd deter
mine TO try it Bought wit is the best if
you don't pay too dear for it.' Dear!
wonder what some folks call dear?
There's Nellie Bly,. You might talk to
| her till next July and she wouldn't be-
lieve it, But she'll see She will learn a
lesson for herself she'll not forget soon.
If / were a girl again l wouldn't change
my condition again in hurry! Not / !!
There was Slocum, always ready to run his
legs off-but now, he'll go sooner for that
Mrs. Brown than for his own flesh and
blood.
But I'll pay him; see if don't! l won't
get him mouthful of supper. He may
get his meals where he does his work See
how he'll like that. If | should do so al
ways trying TO please other folks husbands
instead of my own, we should have a pref
ty kettle of fish. There's Willie, he's
! leased for an orange these three days, and
not the peel of one has been seen yet.
There he comes pulling like steamboat
/ If had sent him, he wouldn't have been
back these two hours Calling at Mr..
Browns, too! if it amt enough to provoke
a saint. III tell him I'll quit-I'l-I'll-
but no! he'll like that too we'll the brute
| won't please him SO much. I'll stay If
it kills me, and Willie shall have an orange
if he wants, and no thanks to him either.
There he comes again, and both hands
full. Wonder what he has got now, and
who else is he running for Coming
through the gate, and-yes, both pockets
full of oranges The-dear soul! |
knew he wouldn't forget his own children
Won't Willie have good meal And
will-yes he shall have mullins for his sup
per- slocum loves mullins
That's all we heard, reader; for when
Slocum opened the hall door, Charley
Willie, wife and all, ran out to meet him
and get some of those same oranges.
Mrs Slocum did get supper, and Slocun
! had mullins
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