Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1874-06-18

full man. and yet-although he himself
aometimes called his wife IAN old fuss,
in rather angry tones--if any other man
had called her so. he would have knocked
him down in an instant.
Isaac knew Susan was valuable acqui-
sition to the farm, and that she had done
quite as much as he to establish their pres
ent thrifty condition in life. He would
not be very likely to say this unless
pressed by Susan herself; but then he
knew IL was so. Moreover, Snsan was
pretty when young, and in lsaac,s eyes
her beauty had never departed. She was
quick and witty, and no joke ever brought
so ready laugh from Isaac as her re-
partee; and, beyond all this, her love for
him was so manifest. She studied his pre-
ferences in everything. Nothing was too
much for her to undertake if it was neces-
sary to Isaac's comfort. She would milk
the cows, churn. unload hay, weed the
carrots-do anything rather than that
Isaac should work beyond his strength.
In fact she was more saving of his strength
than of her own. aid rather die than to
be left without Isaac" she often said.
Notwithstanding this devotion and the
years Of quiet happiness they had enjoyed
together, there were occasional discords,
which usually resulted in Isaac's inward
conviction that he had right to have his
own way, and would not be ruled by his
wife.
1t must be acknowledged that Susan
discernment rather exceeded her husbands
and that often in these little family jars
she was in the right, and she knew it..
But instead of quietly waiting for events
to dovelope these facts, with pretty
sharp tongue, she often tried to convince
Isaac to induce him to yield the point to
her. She might as well have undertaken
to move the Andes with a crOwbar.
About two weeks after that cold Decem-
Der day, during which the tea kettle had
been filled, every morning, by Isaac, and
as often refilled by Susan from the cleaned
pump, Isaac, after seating himself at the
duner-table, very coolly made the follow
ing announcement:
Lulu Sanders brought me letter from
the boys, this morning"
"Why didn't you tell me before? ' ex-
claimed Susan, irritated at Isaac's apparent
indifference to what was so fraught with
interest to her.
What do they write? Are they well
Is Tic U6Oy DIN! why OOu you VII AA~
Where's the letter."
mo. no! They're we'll enough! Do eat
your dinner p said Isaac, who, although
he could never keep anything from Susan,
enjoyed letting it out as span-worm
moves, at measured distances.
"Are they coming up!'
didn't write anything about it."
HAS Frank got over the measles? p
"Don't know"
Business good, isn't it ?"
Didn't say"
"Give me the letter."
Its In my overcoat out in the barn
Tell me what's in the letter, or I'll 60
right out there and get it"
"Ha, ha, hal" Qsaac enjoys this
Nothing in particular in it. Twas
mostly bout Square Hills horses"
"What do we care for Square Hills
horsesp"
Nothing only he's got four he wants
to get kept the rest of the winter, and the
boys thought might like to take EN-"
''Oh, shaw! Didn't they write anything
else?''
mot much.''
"Going to take the horses P''
Eyes; guess SO, twill be good pay"
evil they send 'em upP"
mo! guess I'll start for Boston in the
morning and bring 'em up myself"
CONTINUED TOMORROW