The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1873-07-10
Hurry-Uppers.

Thorne's trials with a put-offer, and I
cannot resist putting In word on the
other side Of the question, and telling
something of the life Of hurry-upper.
II the g habit Of putting off is fright
fully common" the out extreme is
frightfuIIy dangerous. For while a
slow, easy person usually enjoys a long
life, one of those go-ahead drivers viii
hurry himself into the grave and drive
his friends there before him. For the
last eight years have been daily, yes,
hourly, prompted by such precepts as,
Take time by the forelocl1, +" g Pro-
crastination is the thief of time, g De-
lays are dangerous, . Time is money,
etc, etc, by husband who is a model
IN every respect, except that he is al
ways in a hurry. Some of you may
sigh with envy, perhaps, at the thought
of a husband with only one fault-but
if there is anything else so wearing to
both body and soul as beng constantly
hurried, do not know what it is.
Hurry up, hurry up, En-, it's almost
z o'clock, time breakfast was ready" is
often the first greeting have in the
morning. But long ago learned that
"most 7 o'clock" means from five to ten
minutes after 8, and David always keeps
our clock half-hour ahead of the right
time why, I gain still another half
hour, and reckon that the real time is
only half-past 3. do protest against
the idea of gaining time by having the
clock too fast. When our clock is ahead
of time I am, always thinking, Well,
che clock is too fast, I need not hurry
so and I go a little slower, and then,
am too late, when, if the clock had been
right would have planned accordingly.
Now, hope no one viii think am
one of the put-oRers, for I am not I
never am late to church, and IN my
school-days used to pride myself on
nay punctuality-would go term after
term without getting single tardy-
mark-never used to miss a train of
cars, though I never had to sit an hour
on the hard seats in the depot waiting
for train, as I have sometimes done
since David the hasty became my guide.
Shall I ever forget the last time we
went to visit grandma ? am certain
the hurry and worry and excitement of
that one trip must have shortened the
span of my earthly career by some hours
at least.
was in a very happy frame of mind
that morning, thinking how pleased
grandma would be to see us, and how
she would admire baby Bennie. her only
grandehild, and whether she would
agree with me in thinking it best not to
cut his gums to let the little teeth
through, etc. With great many such
things running through my mind, was.
very leisurely getting Bennie ready for
his bath, stopping to admire his dimpled
shoulders, and give him hug and kiss,
when I heard the front door open and
shut hastily. The next moment David
called up the stairs, '' Emma, how near
are you ready? It is time we were of.
Now, I knew better. I knew the
train did not leave for a good hour at
least, but somehow, when David gets in
one of his hurrying fits, it is always
contagious, and in a few minutes was
flying around the house at a rate that
was caution to all slow folks.
Bennie's bath, of course, must be
omitted. I would only have time to
wipe off his face and hands a little,
which, of course, he resisted with all
his force of fist and foot. A regular
bath in his bath-tub he always enjoys,
but wash-ragi he'll fight it to his last
breath. Under the circumstances I did
not wait to put much of polish on the
chubby cheeks, but hurried his clothes
on, and, to keep him out of mischief,
seated him in the middle of my nice.
clean bed. He must have something to
amuse himself, anything to keep him
still, I thought, as I crowded the cover
tight in the pomade jar, and handed it
to him, greatly to his delight, for it was
a new plaything.
Bennie disposed of, hurried to get
myself ready. had just taken down
my hair, when another call came from
below, "Come, EN-, hurry up r Now,
Nature has given me a switch only a
yard and a quarter long, and thick pro-
portionately-not like a chignon that
can be pinned on at moments notice
but with shaking fingers, for the hurry
was already beginning to tell ON my
nerves, twisted it up in about two
minutes, and was hurrying on my
clothes, when again from the lower re-
gions came a call, Why, wife, what
are you about ? You surely VIII be left,
do hurry r. Oh, wasn't that exasper-
atingi When every nerve and muscle
I possessed were strained to the utmost
in my efforts to move fast, to be told to
hurry" My emotions were undis-
eribable, but certainly my strongest de-
sire was to get my fingers aroung that
mans throat, and, if possible, to choke
of, for Eve minutes at least, that ever
lasting hurry up"
A noise from Bennie attracted my at
tention, and turned TO him to find the
little mischief had taken the cover of
| the pomade jar, and with his little fin
gers had taken ont dabs of pomade and
spread them al over the counterpane,
pillows, and everything else within his
reach. Never mind, we must not wait
now to fx things. for just fhen came
another call, Sc Do hurry, En-; are you
nevec coming ?" aud I hurried down
stairs, wiping Bennie's fingers as I went,
and We hurried into the carriage, and
the horse hurried-t to the depot NJ a rate
that sent people flying across street
crossings, for David always viii keep a
horse that goes like the wind; he can't
wait for a slow horse.
When We reached the depot I tFem-
bled, 50 that Bennie's heavy weight
fairly dragged me down, bnt We were
there in time, surely, for no train cams
for forty-iive minutes. Weary minutes
they were to me, for I was ashamed of