The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1875-07-30
TWO MIFE-kiLLERS.
BY II. V. OSBORNE.


TOwnsley, the richest farmer in Tucka-
hoe County, had just growled down his
breakfast. The meal had been served ten
minutes late, and Townsley never failed
TO growl when such was the case. He
arose from the table and scowled nj the
little woaan who sat. trembling and weak,
behind the big cotiee-pot. That little,
faded piece of humanity was Townships
wife, and trembling was good enough for
her, and IL her whit face had been flushed
with shame il would have been far more
becoming.
"A woman said Townsley. CHANGING
at his wife, will toss out of the window
with a teaspoon faster than man can
throw in at The door with shovel. Time
is money, Mrs. Townsley, and if YOU go
on wasting ii in this way we shall all be
in the poor-house before winter.
"'Wood green and wouldn't kinder
Well. you should have found some that
would! Weren't you up two hours be-
fore | was? What on earth women folks
do with all their time is nore'n | know.
But don't sit there making excuses.
There's been enough time lost already,
should think. Ii is now half-past Elk.
Bring rae my thick boots. You can get
me clean collar, 700, while you re about
il. I'm going TO town. BY the way"
said TOwnsley, as the little fingers
his wife fastened the fresh collar
around his throat, run TO the barn and
bring Judy's horse blanket around 10 the
front door. Ii I'm not there. roll II up
and throw il in the buggy. Wait min
ute" OBTAINING her. "You were speak
ing. Mrs. Townsley, about a clothes
wringer. / hayen't anv money TO throw
away on gimcracks My mother never
had a wringing machine and never asked
for one. Takes all 1 can rake and scrape
TO keep the farm supplied with moving
machines and corn-planters. Pretty soon
you will be teasing again for a piano. and
then like enough Tor a sewing machine or
some other invention to encourage idle
ness. Hands were given US to use, Mrs.
Townsley, not to dilly-dally here and
there. keeping meals waiting"
Delivered of his speech and ready for
town-going, Townsley allowed his wife to
depart in search of the horse-blanket,
while he strobe to the front door, dis
patched Bob 70 open the gate, and jumped
Into his buggy.
Jane" said Townsley, unbending a
little, as the small, frail figure drew close
and lifted in the heavy blanket, ''if the
butcher stops to-day. you won't need to
get any meat for the house. | shan't be
home TO dinner and the men folks will be
over TO Dawsons. Well" running up q
thin, cheap smile to bis face 10 signal good
bye. "l'm of at last. Whoa, Judy. jane,
there's those potatoes In the bin they're
sprouting. Better see to them to day.
Good-morning."
Good morning 1t was-fair. fresh, and
beautiful. The blue overhead was new
and bright and the earth was clean-faced
and rain-washed. For mile or two
Townsley's route lay through woods,
where blossoming flowers filled the air
with fragrance. He cut the flowers with
his whip and left them bruised and man
gled by the wayside. The birds In the
trees tossed him greeting as he passed !;
but all the notice that he took was TO turn
songs TO screams by striking at the
branches where they swung. Not that
Townsley was any longer llnatured or
that he had been l-naiured any of the
time. Had you charged him with such
feelings he would have denied their exist
ence. But he liked to feel his power, and
this slashng at every thing was habit
he had. re ulting therefrom.
Judy was Townships best horse When
they got through the piece of woods and
Townsley had nothing else to crack his
whip at. he tried his snapper on her and
made her dance. Judy was In fine spirits
this morning. She needed no urging.
Townsl.y continued 70 fret her with his
whip. But when he touched her with the