The Lincoln County herald., 1871-01-26
TERMS or ADvER YIslNC.
A Slack Husband Punished.


A slack Husband Punished.
"Mr. Monetop," said my grandmother,
II have no wood to burn to day. What
shall | do p ..t.,
"Oh, send Louisa round to pick up
some, said the good man, making stride
toward the door. .-..al
But she has picked up oil she can
ind" ...-,.
Then let her break some old stuff"
"But she has broken up everything al.
ready"
"Oh, we'll then, do the no1t best thing
must be off," said the farmer, and Of he
was, whistling as he went, and no doubt
wondering in his heart what the ne It best
thing weuld turn out to be.
Noon came, and with it came my grand.
father and four hungry laborers. Ny
grandmother stood 10 the kitchen spin.
ming on her great wheel and singing .
pleasant little di,ty; Louisa was securing
in the back room, and the cat sat purring
on the hearth before black and 8reless
chimney, while the table sat 10 the middle
of the room, spread for dinner with empty
dishes.
"Well wife, here We are," said my
grandfather, cheerily.
80 1 see" replied she, placidly "havs
you had . good morning 10 the corn
field ?"
ner ?"
"In the pot on the door step. Won't
you see if it 10 done 2"
And on the doorstep, to be surs, 50
the great iron pot, nicely covered, but
not looking particularly steamy. MY
grandfather raised the cover and there
lay all the ingredients Of nice, boiled
dinner-everything prepared in the incest
manner, and the pot 6lled with the clear
sst of water, and all the vegetables a. raw
as they had ever been. Ny grandfather
stared aud my grandmother Joined an
other roll to the yarn upon the distaf,
and began another verse OF her song.
"Why, woman, what does this mean ?"
began my grandfather indignantly. This
dinner isn't cooked at oil T.
"Dear me, is it not? Why, It has sal
10 the snn there four bours."
"Set in the sun |"
Eyes, you told me to try the next best
thing to having Ere, and l thought set.
ting my dinner in the sun Was about
that"
My grandfather stood doubtful for .
moment, but finally his sense Of humor
overcame his sense Of injury, and he
laughed aloud. Then picking up bis hat
he said:
"Come, boys, We might as we'll start
for the woods. We shall have no dinner
till we have earned it, percieve."
"Won't you have some bread and cheese
before you got" asked my grandmother.
generous in her victory, - women almost
always are. And so she won the day.
The cellar stairs in the old frame house
had become broken and 80 unsafe that
my grandmother besieged her husband
early and late, to repair them, lest some
accident shou happ.n. He always
promised to do so, and always forgot
, to fulfil his promise. At last one
day, my grandmother fell in going
down and spilled the milk she was carry.
ing.
"Are you hurt" asked my grandfather
smoking his pipe beside the FIRE.
mo matter whether / am or not" re-
! turned The angry housewife, re appearing
with her empty pan. THAT is the last
time carry milk down those stairs antil
they are mendcd.
''Please yourself and 6nd the next best
way to get i. down." said her husband,
n vexed at her tonc. ..s....
o If will" said my grandmother, and she
was as good as her word The next eve.
II ming my grandfather went down cellar to
draw some cider.
"What IN thunder T. exclaimed he
nothing worse, I assure you, for he was
>, not o profane man-"what in thunder ID
q the matter down hcre3 Why, woman,
l your milk Is all over the cellar bottom p
lis it?" replied my grandmother, tran.
!, gully. "Well, think that Is likely 7, fall
'r ing so far" .
. Failing SO fart What do you
10 mean p
1t "Why, you know said I shouldn't
y carry the milk over those broken stairs
. again, aud you told me to try the nsx'
y best way Of getting it down and so l tool
,e up board in the kitchen door, threw
y down the pans, aud then strained the mill
10 into them"
|y Tha calr.. .t.;,s wa,a vnan1ad tha mar