The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1874-04-17

I have kept her from the gridiron an
blazing fagots. To tell the plaiI
p truth, l have no patience with thi
!, sort of women. Don't mistake m,
meaningi No person can excel M
} in enthusiastic admiration for devon
f souls, who make martyrs of them
lselves for principle, ''not accepting
: deliverance, hoping for a better res
direction" In reading Of these holy
} souls, does not my heart burn with
in me. But I have no patience will
women, who make martyrs of them
selves, simply for the agonizing sat
isfaction they feel, in realizing them
selves, and making others realize
that they are a burnt offering; and
where the sacrifice has no other rea
son and result than TO pamper an
other human beings self-love and
selfshness.
At the commencemeDt~of theiI
married life, when her husband in
sisted for instance, on picking out
her calico dresses, and selecting the
wall paper, and beEailed the grocery
bill, had she very kindly but firmly,
insisted upon his yielding to her
reasonable rights. l think she would
have vastly improved Mr.. Hastle,
and prevented much future suffering
to herself and children. Now, Alice,
the daughter, was not a martyr; she
had no vocation in that direction; /;
she was warm-hearted and generous;
but a reasonable and reasoning hu-
man being, who was quickly, and
felt deeply an injustice. When Mrs.
Hastle re-entered the house, Alice
had not returned to her work up
stairs, but was clearing off the table
with an unusually quick movement
even for her; while her brown eyes
still sparkled with indignant fire, and
a red flush burned steadily in her
cheek.
"Mother" she broke forth. 81 will
stand it no longer. 1 Iwillleaye home!
l will"
"Leave homer cried poor Mrs.
Hastle, feeling that her back was in
deed the back of a camel, and the last
straw was being piled u pom it.
eyes leave homel Aunt Martha
wants me to come and live with her.
There she is as rich as a Jew, and
good-hearted, too, as she can be, and
now, since Emma is married and she
is alone, you know how she is urging
me, every time she sees me, to come
and stay with her; and l will 60! Il
will not endure fathers tyranny
much longer. He makes home a per-
feet torment"
"Don't talk so, Alice. Your pa
means we'll He is dreadful hard to
get along with; but he means we'll"
"Yes, means well! I should think |
he did. See him dole out every pen
ny to US as if we were beggars! You
have never got a penny from him.
since my recollection, but what you
had to argue and persuade. And
didn't you have as much property as
he had, when you commenced keep
ing house|
eyes, l put one hundred dollars
more in the farm than he did. Your
grandpa paid me my portion when
l was married"
Sand you have always worked just
as hard as he has. And see him dole
out the groceries! Whose fault is it !
l would like to know if the tea Is all
gone. He complained this morning
because it wasn't strong enough to
suit him. He is as much to blame
for the family expenses as you. Why
don't you grumble every time he
asks you to cook the dinner he
greans over buying. And the starch.
I heard him, the other day, complain
over buying it. Why don't you
complain over ironing his shirt-bos-
oms? love to see justice. And
heor him talk about Sammy's shoes"
"He said he'd gimme some," said
contcntedly; from the door
step. A healthy young animal cares
little whether it's grass is ripened by |
thunder storms or sunshine.
ayes, get you some! mother
had to hold a debate with him,
perfect lyceum, before she could get
them. And my dress! won't wear
it mother, and you viii see that I
won't. He will bring home some
great sunaower-looking delain, see
if he don't. He may wear it if he
does; make it up into pantaloons
and vests; I'd like to have him.
Suppose we picked out his clothes,
mother, and insisted on his wearing
them. l would, mother, if 1 were
you! see how he would like that!
Maybe that would teach him to let
our dresses alone. And look at the
parlor paper that he would get; it
makes the parlor look like perfect
fright; and the parlor wood work a (
bright yellow. Suppose we made
him paint his new barn to suit as"
Here a sudden flash of light, as
from new thought, Lit up the spark
ling bright, brown eyes. And when
her mother put in her voice again,
Father means well, but he don't
think" the light grew still brighter,
and Alice said impulsiVely, standing
up in front of her mother, "What
do you say to making him Think"
''What do you mean, Alice?"
Mother, you know, don't you,
that 1 generally do what 1 say
will"
eyes, I do" sighed poor Mrs.
Hastle. "You took your sot ways
from your father, though I won't
say but what your ways are general
" right ones.
"I must have took that from yon,
said Alice, laughing. But
she grew serious again at once, and
went on in a decided voice. "But I
am in earnest, mother, and I have
wanted to talk with you about it,
good while. You know father won't
et me teach or do anything to earn
for myself He thinks it
ooks strong-minded and msnnish for
/ woman to want any independent
means of her own: and then will /
yrumble and complain, and make me
perfectly wretched over everything
he buys for me. How last week, if |
[ had eloped with a pirate, he could