Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1876-06-21


always had to come home and get sup
per by candle-hght, meat vittals. HI
always had to have jest what he want
ed to eat, or it made him sick. He
was one of that kind, gave him the
palsy he never had the palsy, but ht
said that it was all that KEEP him from
it, having jest what he wanted to eat
Jest at the time he wanted it. And Sc
he would lay down on the lounge
while got supper ready, I'd have tt
begin at the beginning, for he was
one of the men that wouldn't hang
over a tea-kettle, or get uo my pota'
toes, or anything of that sort, and Tt
most alway have to build the fire up
for he thought it wasn't mans place
to do such things He was u dretfu1
hand to want everybody to keep their
place, that was why he felt so strong
about wimmin's yotin. He had O
deep, sound mind, my Doodle did.
But, as said, he would lay on the
lounge, and worry so about It's bein'
too much for me, that rather than
make him feel so bad, | gin up visitin
most entirely
"Bnt he never worried about that
so much as he did about votin'. The
thought of that almost killed him.
He SAID that, with my health, q would.
mt stand it a year. He said l would
wilt right down under it. Oh, how
much that man did think of me.
"When would be workin in the
garden, took all the care Of the gar
den, or a pickin' up chips we was
kinder bothered for wood that year
he'd set out on the back piazza with
his paper it was the Evening Grip
pher, awful strong against wimmins S
rights. And as would be a pickin
up my chips, and bringin EN- in, Il
used an old bushel basket,) he'd say
to me, 'Oh, them pretty hands, how
cunning they look! And oh, them
pretty littleeyes What should | do
if it wasn't for my Dolly? And how
should l feel, says he, 'if them pretty
little eyes was lookin' at the pole,
say he. 1T would kill me, Dolly; it
would use me right up
"Ald, then. when I was a churnin',
we had a good deal of cream, and the
butter came awful hard, sometimes it
would take me most all day; and he
would be so good to me, to help me
pass away the time. He would set in
the rocking-chair | cushioned it a
purpose for him, and he'd set and
rock, and read the Evening Grippher
to me. Sometimes he would read it
clear through before the butter would
come. Beautiful arguments there
would be in it. | know the editor
was jest exactly such man as my
Doodle. used to wonder how emmy
livin' woman could stand out against
them arguments, they proved right
out so strong, that votih would be too
much for the weaker sect.
"We wasn't very well off in them
days, for Mr.. Doodle was obleeged to
morglge the farm brought him when
we was married, and 1t was all we
could do to keep up the money on the
morgige, and father wouldn't help us
much. He said we must work for a
livin, jest Is he did, And the farm
kinder run down, for Mr.. Doodle said
he couldn't 90 out to work, and leave
me for hull day, he worshipped me
so; 50 we let out the place on shares,
and ] took in work good deal.
"And while | WAS workin' for
flour, or pork, or groceries, Mr.. Doo-
die would sit and look at me for hours
and hours, with a sweet smile on his
linament. and tell me how pretty |
was, and how much he thought of me,
and how he'd rather die, and be
skinned, have ms hide took complete
ly off of him, before he'd let me vote,
Or have any other hardship put on to
me.
"Oh, what a sight OF comfort me
and Mr.. Doodle did take! | never
can forget him, his linament is so
stamped on my memory. | can't new
er forget hlm, never"
Aud so she'd go on, from hour to
hour, about Mr.. Doodle and wimmin's S
rights. And inwardly calm on the
name of John Rogers, | would let her
60 on, and not call Mr.. Doodle all to
naught, nor argue with her on VIM
minis havin' right.
My mien was calm, | was nerved
almost completely up by duty and