The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1876-09-15

Warming 70 a Lssv Husband.
The Danbury Nocs says: Ladies
who have husbands who are neglcctful
in supplying them with the kindlings
should carefully study the experience
Of a Davidson street sister. All her
married life she has had an unbroken
struggle with her husband to keep
herself supplied with wood, and the
greater part of the time she had been
obliged to depend upon her own def
ness with the axe, and any one who
has seen woman handle an axe knows
what a dreadful thing il is Two
months ago she begged Of him not to
60 away without leaving her some
kindlings. lie said he wouldn't. But
he finally did. Then she hit upon a
plan. She had four dozen clothe:
pins. She took one dozen Of them for
starting the fire, and found that il
worked admirably. Tho next day she
used another dozen, and so she con.
tinued until the four dozen were gone.
Then she went to the store and pur-
chased another four dozen, having
them put in the bill. When they
were gore she repeated the GRAND.
She said no more to him about kind.
lings. For ten years she bad kept up
the battle, and now she was tired and
sick ut heart. He could go his own
way, AMI she would go hers patient
ly, uncomplainingly-until the end
would come.
On Monday he signi6ed at the store
that he would like to settle his ac-
count. The bill was handed him. He
glanced down the items. As he adj
vanced along down the column his face
began to work. First his eyes slowly
enlarged, then his mouth gradually
opened, caused by the dropping Of his
lower jaw, and wrinkles formed on his
forehead. One-third down the column
he formed his lips as if TO whistle. Half
way down he said:
Gracious!
A little further on he said:
Thunder
Four more lines were taken in and
he spoke again;
By the jumping jupiter!
Then he read on, shifting his thigh
vigorously, and gave vent to various
expressions of the liv.liest nature.
Finally he threw the bill down.
l say, Benson, look here; this bill
can't be mine; you've got me mixed
up with some laundry.
That's your bill, sir, said the grocer,
smiling pleasantly.
/ tell you it cant be, persisted the
Davidson street man, beginning to
look scared. Why, here's fifty-fve
dozen clothes pins in a two months's
bill. What on earth do you take me
fora four-story laundry?
But it is your bill. Your wife can
explain it to you. She ordered the
pins.
My wife, gasped the unfortunate
man.
Yes, sir.
The debtor clutched the bill, jam
med it in his pocket, and hurried
straight home. He bolted into the
house without any abatement ofspeed,
and ainging the paper on the table
before his wife, knocked his hat on the
back part of his head, and said:
Martha Ann johnson, what does
this mean2 There are fifty-fve dozen
clothes pins in Benson's bill for the
last two months, and he says you or
d,red every blessed one of them.
And SO l did, said she, demurely.
WHAT Fifty-fve dozen clothes
pins in two mouths? and he shot down
into chair as If a freight car had fall
len atop of him. Fifty-fve dozen
clothes pins in two months? he howl
ed. Will just heaven stand that
tell you, you needn't stare at me
that way Reuben Wheeler johnson,
nor 90 calling unto heaven with your
impiousness. l ordered them cloth, S
pins myself, and have burnt every
one of 'em' pins in that there stove,
because you were too ALFRED lazy to
get a stick Of wood. And | declare
before I'll be bothered jawing and
fighting to get you to cut wood, I'll
burn every clothes pin in the land,
and you shall pay for them, il you
have to cell the shirt OF your back to
do it. So now!
And Mrs. johnson, with face like
scarlet, snaiched up the broom, and
went to sweeping the carpet as If every
flake of the dust was a red hot coal,
while the unhappy Mr.. johnson hast
ened to the store, and paid the bill.
And before dark that night he had a
half cord of wood sawed, split and
piled up ready for use.
A Rich Dasf-Heap.
This morning as man in the em'