Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1877-01-05
rhe Ro1 orHOney,

] anoflE the neal nXIngS OF well ordered
tea4abIe were the steaming hot biscuit and
pate of that delicious honey. from
their own hive among the clover blossoms
in their garden.
The .'olive branches" were not there
theY never had been, therefore order, neat
ness, precision governed the minutest de-
tails Of the domestic ecouOmy.
Domestic peace requires its sacrifices,
and chief to this is quiet acqmescence. Mr..
III. had learned this also, and for It's sake,
though sometimes riled and nettled, he ac-
| % this instance he snapped off the ''tru-
u ihankfni With one hand on the butter
plate, giving evidence that there should be
no unnecessary delay on his part.
.'Do you remember, said Mrs. H, with
a honeyed accent, ''how. beautiful that
honey Is? Notice the liquid transparency
of the combi-And the hOney!-aS translu-
cent as liquid pearl! never saw any
ding = leEelyi How thankful we ought
4 10 x fa kses that We are.priYileged to 1--we
81 ~ q he-s even the singing insects i
are .inalie 3 nistef- % che delieaey Of cur 4
most exquisite tate. We must take box
OF tnat money with US tomorrow to our
friends in Boston. They will be so delight
ed to receive box of our own honey, from
our hive in the garden, won't they dear"
Likely. But how are we to carry itg'
Garry it, | am not to carry 1t. You are
to CARRY it.
''Not if | know myself. I'd like to see
myself Juggling box of honey all the way
to Boston"
"But you will though-pity if I can't
have my way once in awhile.
'Once in while," muttered Mr.. H.,
making deadly thrust at the butter and |
| adding something that sounded very much |
like dang the honey" or words to that eff
feet.
However, next morning a small box of |
honey, neatly wrapped in copy of the |
Baptist Register might have been seen be-
side the satchel on the hall table. The |
trunks had been sent down to the Jenny |
Lind, small packet that took passengers |
as far as Rochester to connect with the.
| ears, and Mrs. Fl. remarked,
You'll take the honey, and I'll take the |
! satchel.'
''Ill have nothing more, to do with it.
| "DOn't forget the honey" he heard her
call back from the gateias she walked of |
with the satefel, and soon rdceded round /
the corner. Picking up the box he follow
ed, lnuttering all sorts of incoherent ad
| jectives about wOman'S Rhims and nom
sense.
The monotony of the paokettrip was va
| rie1 by the usual games Of checkers and
backgammon in, one end of the cabin,
while in the other a, a,strolling musician was
tipping round keyed melOdeon back and
forth on his knees, and singing
"Oh, how happy is the man who has chosen
And has, measured out his span with the
II partner ofthis days;
With his God and his Bible he knows he's
not alone,
His declining days are .sweeter, yea, than
honey in the comb"
About this time one of the attentive rs
teners might have been seen tucking a
small package under the end of a settee,
and whispering:
There! The darn stuff is out of sight
now, anyhow, and there it'll stay for all Of
me" ~ - -
Arriving in Rochester Mr.. H. hIeditatel
till everybody had left the boat, then he
took up the box. then put it down again;
then he shook his fist at it-then he picked +
it up and followed his wife to- the cars, in
which they were soon seated, the satchel
slowed away under their feet, and the hon
eyIeut up in the rack.
Mr. n resi3Hed himself to reading the
9 leey6r1es ef s Esohsl0r, and Mrs. H. to
sweet dreams of her friends in Boston and
the exquisite pleasure it would give her to
present the nice little ''bOx Uf honey from
their own hive among the clover bios
SONS" - 4:
''What is that?" exclaimed Mrs. H.,
starting up in surprise, as she heard some
thing drop down among the rOsebuds on
her bonnet; looking up saw another pearly |
pendent about to descend on the same
spot. "Good Lord! What have you been
doing? Ny hat is ruined!' Hereupon Mr.
H., SEEING his opportunity to rid himself of
the incubus, seized the obnoxious sweeten-
ing and was about to hurl it from the car
window, when passenger came to the res
cue with sympathy and newspapers. The
box was thorOughly%dOne. ups and Nr. H..
was reluctantly impressed to rest it upon
his knees until their arrival in Utica, when
placing itagain in the rack, they took up
their satchel and passed out for refresh.
mentS.. &
d. 'iWe'n go to Bagg's Hotel and get nice
dinner for fifty cents, said Mr.. II.
NO. don't give fifty cents for dinner
when can get as good as / want for twen :
ty-fiye. cents, said Mrs. H., pointing to a
plaeard that dangled on a strip from the
window of a restaurant. That's the way /.
with you men-always squandering your
money, while your poor wives have-to stay
at home and drudge from morning till !,
night" II
'sThat settles it, " said Mr.. H.; swinging
his hand sayagely. at mistletOe Of flies as
he took a chair opposite his beloyedin one
of the side stalls in the eating house. T.
a'PoFk and beans-roaSt beef-mutton
stewr' said the waiter, knocking over
vinegar eruet in spasmodic >slap- at the
flies . Il
'.Pork and beans or anything said Mrs.
HI, lOosening her bonnet strings; sand
please.hurry,. for we've left a box of honey ii
on, the cars, and we should be in an awful
bad"
''Stew! of course, said Mr.. H. to the
waiter, who stood with a slimpsy napkin
thrown over.his shoulder and balancing
himself with both hands on the back Of his .
chair.
.'Whew I'm glad I'm out of that dirty \
hele! Ildidn't enjoy my dinner one bit. 4
knew I:shouIdnt, tor was thinking all the
time about that houey,n said Mrs. H., as
they were about taking their seat IN the
car. -. g.
''AHd where is the honey?' said Mr..H.,
looking up to the rack. i.
''Gone! sure as l live" gasped Mrs. H.,
falling back in the seat. Somebody S
stole M Where's the eohduetOrw
What is the mstterl" said the cOpduc-
Ist0r, STEPPING fpFFArd - ),
-. hatterl Where's our honey? We left it
apthere in the rack while Ne were out to
dinner. We're taking that honey to our
friends in Boston. and you'd better find it.
or there'Il be trouble.
"Welr I'm very sorry, indeed, said the
conductor, but the fact is, the car you
came in was switched. off at Utica. The
best you can do now is to telegraph back
from Albany and have it forwarded 10 !.
Boston by express.
Il told you just how it would be if you
left it in that rack--all your own careless
ness. And there's my bonnet Oh! it's
enough to provoke u saint!" Then relapS-
ing into that peaceful coAdition'of uncon-
sciousness that follows mental exhaustion,
she remained undsturbed until their arri-
val in Albany. when Mr.. H. rushed in great
haste TO the telegraph Office. and after eau
tioning the operator against making any
mistake, dictated the following message
WELL you see, my wife and |, we start
ed from Brockport to 90 down to Boston
with box of honey to give to our friends
there, for my wIfesays they don't have any
such honey, besides she wanted to make
them present; so~Sle thought we'd better
take box. did my best not to have her
take it, for knew'it would make us more
trouble and expense than twas worth; but
she's bound to have her own way, 50 lur the