The Saline County journal. [volume] (Salina, Kan.) 1871-1893, 1874-03-05
+. s;.ex husband Punished.

A Slack husband f0bis.ed'
mNr. Monc;on," said my grandmoth-
o.. al have 70 wood to burn to-day.
What shall we do l"
"Oh, send Louisa to pick up some,
raid the good man making stride To-
ward the door. :,
"But she has picked up all she can
find" =.
"Thcn let her break up some old
stuff
aBu,.she has already broken up every
thing" ,..,
"Oh! well then, do the next best
,h;no-I must be off," said the farmer
and eff he was whistling az he went
and no doubt wondering in HE heart
what the next best thing would turn out
Noon came and with it came my
Grandfather and four hungry iaborers.
NV grandmother stood in the kitchen
spinning on her great wheel and singing
pleasant ditty Louisa was securing
in the back room, and the cat sat par.
rims on the hearth before black and
frclcss chimney, while the table sat IN
the middle of the room, spread tor din
her, with empty dishes.
"welI, wife, here We are" said my
grandfather, cheerily.
$50 I see," replied she, Placidly
"have YOU had good morning IN the
cornield!"
"why, yes, SO. But where is the din
ner?" ;,
ain the pot on tho door step. Won't
You see if it is done!"
And on the door step, to be sure, sat
the great iron pot, nicely covered, but
net looking particularly steamy. My
grandfather raised the cover and there
law all the ingredients of nice boiled
dinner-cverything prepared In the
n;cest manner.
"Wbv, woman, what does this mean!'
beyan my grandfather, Indignantly.
90 This dinner isn't cooked at all
"Dear INC, is it not? Why it has sat
in the sun these four hours.
.sSat in the sun :"
@Tes, YOU told re to try the next best
thing te have fire, aud thought set
ting my dinner in the sun was about
that"
Ny grandfather stood doubtful for a
moment, bnt finally his sense OF humor
overcome his sense or injury, and
lie laughed aloud. Then picking up bis
lat, he said:
"Comc, boys we may as well..sta for
the woods. We shall have no dinner Till!
we have earned it, perceive"
"Won't you have some bread and
cheese before you go? ?" asked my grand
mother, generous in her victory, As WON
en- al avs are. And SO she won the
day.
The cellar stairs in the old farm house
had become broken and SO unsafe that
my grandmother besiegcd her husband,
early and late to repair them, lest some
acciden, shouli happen. He always
promised 10 60 land always forgot to
fulfill his fr,mises. At last one day, my
grandmother fell in going down and
spilled the milk she was carrying.
"Are You hurt!" asked my GRANDPA
Their, smoking his.pipe beside the fire.
"No matter whether l am or not!'
returned the angry housewife, reappear-
ing with her empty pan. "That is the
last time carry milk down stairs until
they are mended."
"P!easo yourself and find the next
way TO get il down." said the husband a
li,,lo veXed at her tone.
81 will" said my grandmother, and
she was rs good as her word. The next
evening my grandfather went down to
the cellar to draw some cider.
"What in thunder" exclaimed he
nothing worse, l assure you, for he was
hot profane man-"What in thunder is
the matter down here why, woman,
y our milk is all over the cellar bottom :"
ais ,?" replied my grandmother
TRANQUILITY. "Weil think that it is like
j. enough, falling so far"
"Falling SO far? what do you mean?"
"Why, you know 1 said shouln't
carry milk over chose broken stairs
again, and you told me to try the next
best way of getting it down, and so | took
up board in the kitchen floor, threw
down the pans and then strained tho
the milk down into Them"
The cellar stairs were mended the
next day,