Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1871-10-04
Let Something Go"

" How tired you look, Mrs A. said the
sprightly school teacher, Miss d., as she seat
ed herself at the supper table Of the farm
house where she boarded. 81 confess I'm
rather dull myself as It's Friday night, yet
by Monday morning I'll lie as bright lark,
but you housekeepers have no Saturday yaca-
tons She turned from sympathizing words
to actions, and began to butter Willie's bread,
then drew the babys high chair, which was
in rather alarming proximity to the teapot
nearer her own.
Farmer A., fine looking and portly, at the
opposite end Of the table. formed a perfect
contrast to his delicate wife The world had
gone well with him, prosperity was written on
bis countcnaDce, his very manners testified to
the fact that he was the owner Of many
broad acres, and knew well how to manage
them so as to bring in an income that every
few years enabled him to become the purcha-
ser Of some adjacent farms.
His wife was refined and intellectual; her
face, notwithstanding its cheeriulness, wore a
constant expression Of WEAKNESS that told the
careful observer Of labor too hard for the
slender frame aud over-tasked nerves.
Aher supper, Miss D. and the three older
children drove of to the weekly singing school,
leaving Mr. A. comfortably seated in the
rocking chair, reading his political papers,
apparently obliyious Of the fact that his tired
wife was frequently interrupted in her sew.
ing TO replenish the fire, rock the crib Of the
restless baby also to assist Nellie in the mys.
teries Of long division
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Miss D., coming in from singing school, aud
as she spoke, she playiuly snatched the gar.
ment from Mrs. As hands and tossed IT on
the table "indeed you must not work sD
late you are as thin now ms the shad that
went over the falls
I'll often tell her to let S0methiHg 90,
blandy remarked Mr.. A.-"but she always
will work Just so hard Boys, have the fire
made by FIVE. I want John to be off after
bis load of wood by daylight Wife you'll
hurry up breakfast, and tomorrow I'd like tC
have you see that Will gives that young call
q good mess Of warm bran, and puts the ap-
plies all right in the barrels and that Sam
buries the potatoes and turnips as they should
be. I'm going to town and may not be back
till nearly dark =" and with these words he be-
took himself to his sound slumbers.
"Lst something go'" Indignantly soliloquiz
ed Miss d., as she set down her lamp on the
stand in her chamber with such a thump il
came near knocking of the chimney. What
that mysterious, underlined something is, he
don't condescend TO explain not breakfast
surely, for that's to be hurried up and din
DER and supper too. | know this something
TO be neglected isn't the missing buttons on
his shirt or coat, by the tone in which | once
overheard him request his wife TO SOW one on
1t isn't the holes in his stockings, or anything
that adds to his comfort Nor is it the chill
dren for he is proud of them, and want,
them always to be the best dressed of any il
the neighborhood, and at the head Of theil
classes, even if she does have to help each
one in their lessons at home 1t isn't the gard
en- or dairy 'twoud never do to neglect
them, dollar or two might be lost. | dc
wonder what that something can be. | be-
lieve can guess now, for | heard him say
the other day, as he tracked his muddy boots
over the freshly scrubbed floor, There
wasn't any use in so mach scrubbing. No
there wouldn't be any use in so much Of it, il
he'd clean his boots better, make some walks,
and fix the backyard so it wouldn't be all
mud every time it rained. But if the house
wasn't tidy, who would be the first to COM
plain? Didn't ! hear him only last week
speaking very scornfuly of Mrs. G's house
keeping.
- Let something gor He'd better do
something to make the work easier There
isn't wood enough half the time carried in
the house to do the baking that miserable
old pump squeaks as though it had the asth-
ma, and the kitchen is empty Of half the con.
veniences it ought to have.
90 Let something go2' How I'd like t
tell Mr. A. what think about the matter =
and with an inpatient slam, Miss d. coseC
the shutter, and blew out her light.-Prairi
i Farmer