The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1873-02-13

#.gei along lu thC Ni.laEe alter tufhtW
sca8. haiat seen hpf "a fractions since
sbe had fhc neurology in her iaec II she
wasn't poor sick creetur I aout know
bat ] should get pot oui with hlr--I real
d. DON'T and Mr.. iIiukle lowered bi-
yoieg 10 an awes.ruck whisper as be
gave uitcnuee 90 this treas0nous thought.
His foA" Hse3 in 5 .ick-hoadache.
e1lorcl house "a the -Four corners. and
bis sister Phebc was hanging out clothes
In lhe backyard IS he drove up.
Got amy sage 70 pare cried Mr. Him
klo, vh03ing Dobbiu.
Mercy ou as! f. Layiuy going 10 make
cheese iu mud.tjmet Wa, Mis-, pbche's
answer.
Tisn't none OF her dongs, said Mr.
Hiukle, slowly, furnishing the wheel with
his whjp-asb; but shes IN a terrible uer
yous way, and think maybe She needs
something soothing What good foy
her nerves:
don't know. without it', sound
,roldng, replied Mis-. phehe. with her
mouth fall Of elothe--piu-
Now, sister you're hard on Laviny,
said Nj llinkle. in gu injured tone. She
aiut Tough, ike what you be.
Her temper is tough enough; bnl I'm
suited II you are, poor soul! and Miss
Phehc hunted lor both sage aud Yalerian
though inwardly persuaded that al the
poppies IN the world couldn't soothe
LaYiny when she once got set ont
Meanwhile Mrs. lIinklo had been doing
furious forenoon work, and, ready to
drop from exhaustion, was Just hanging
up the mop after scrubbing the kitchen
floor, when dear, blundering old Reuben
,cuiled across the threshold with his torn
paper bags, scattering dried leaves Ike
autumn wind, and leaving muddy moe
ca,in tracks at every step. Before those
clumsy foot prints Mrs. Iinkle's forbear-
anee fed. The herbs her husband had
trusted might prove a narcotic acted mp
on her as a powerful irritant
Eeubln llinkle' said she, bracing her
aching back against the pump, how much
longer DO you think I'm going to wash
floors for you to litter?
There. therel now don't fret, pleaded
Reuben, I'll sweep it up. You do put
ter Iound morc'n you're able, that's
fact. You know I'm ready and willing
to hire a girl any day.
\ girl smouching my paint. cried Mrs,
Hiukle, in wrath. Put down the broom,
Reuben, you've made tracks enough
Your folks shall never have that handle,
that spend your money on hired help,
You're rather hard on em Layiny, said
Mr. IIinkle; they mean well by you.
Here's Phebe now been and sent you
something stlling. | told her what fizz
youI nerves ad been IN lately
So you've been running me down TO
your folks cried Mrs. Hinklc, glarins at
her husband. After all I've stood from
YOU, Reuben, it's too much.
Mr.. Hinklo was a mild man-mild as
milk but even the sweetest Of milk will
sometimes turn sour IN a thunderstorm,
aud oit-recurring matrimonial tempests
had had their effect upon him,
I've always made excuses tor you, La
viny, and tried my best to live peaccable,
said he slowly; but believe 'taint in the
power fmortal man to get along with
yoN
Then, in state OF great amazement at
himself, be went out TO untackle Dobbin
and SOW the turnip seed. Listening in
vain for the dinner horn, he returned to
the house haitian hour past noon to fnd
the fire out his unlucky mud-prints dried
upon he iloOr, aud his wife absent.
Gone of in huil to her sister Tripp's,
guess, said he, patiently setting ont the
Sunday remnant OF bcaus. I'd have hitch
ed mp ifl I'd have knowed she wanted to
go. She wouldn't speak to me, 7'pose,
cause I'd riled her / hadn't oughter
done it. that's fact.
Having relieved his mind 10y bis last
confession, Mr. IIinkle ate his dinner with
an excellent appetite, and In dae time his
supper also, his wife not having appeared
expect She calculates for me to 90 for
her. and IA better be oil, said he, as he
strained the milk with extreme care and
delibcratian, aHd by ,his means let SLOW
stream tickle down the outside OF the
pail upon the spotIe,s pantry floor why.
Irthore ain'l Ezra Tripp now and as be
spoke, in @ the west door came biz wife,
5rolher-in-law, with unwilling feet A.
though goadcd ON by the spears Of lbe
setting sun behind him.
Iayluy ain't sick. hope. said Mr.
tIinklc anzionsly.
No. dsu't that, replied Nr. Trip.
twisting his forednger under Bis collar.
as IL hi. cravaJ chohcd bin 'tlsu't that--
but
she's geitinz most out Of patience wait
iug for me. J suppose. suggested the uu-
suspeciiug Reuben Wei Ia oughtcl
gouo atorg, ouly the oiI oy broke through
tao fence, aH3--
Laviny say Size won't come back, in.
lefruPted Mr. 1rlpp. desperately; fen
she-. lived with yea g- Ioug a. -ha ,an
stand itt
Ne utnae. nat.faa tlytet ftEa., .4qral.