Smyrna times., 1877-03-28
Women,

W nat J. sald Bartle, with an air of dis
gust. "Was there a woman concerned
Then give you up, Adam"
but it's woman you'n spoke well on
Bartle," said Mr. Poyser. 'Come, now,
you Gamma draw back; you said once as
women wouldna ha' been bad invention
if they'd been all like Dinah."
81 meant her voice, mani meant hel
voice, that was ALL" said Bartle. 81 car
bear to hear her speak without wanting tc
put wool iii my ears. As for other things
| daresay she's like the rest O. the women
thinks two and two IL come to make
five, if she cries and bothers enough about
| it,"
DAY, ayr said Mrs. Poyser; zone 'ud
think, an hear some folk talk, as the men
war cute enough to count the corns in a
bag O wheat WI only smelling at it. They
can see through a barn door, Hcy can.
Perhaps that's the reason they can see So
little O this side ont"
Martin Poyser shook with delighted
laughter, and winked at Adam, as much as
to say the schoOlmaster was in for it now.
"Ah!' said Bartle sneeringly, "the women
are quick enough--they're quick enough.
They know the rights Of a story before they
hear It, and can tell man what his
thoughts are before he knows EN- himself =
"Like enough" said Mrs. Poyser; "for
the men are mostly so slow, their thoughts
overrun en-, an they can only catch EN- bv
the tail. | can count a stocking top while
mans getting S tongue ready; an when
he out wi his speech at last, there's little
broth to be made on t. It's your dead
chicks take the longest hatchin'. Uowiver.
I'm not denyin' the women are foolish !;
God Almighty made EN- to match the
men,"
"Match" said Bartle; say, as vinegar
matches ones teeth. If man says word.
his wife II match it with contradiction
if he's a mind for hot meat, his wife III
match it with cold bacon: if he LAUGHS
she II match him with whimpering. She's
such n match rs the horsehy is to tn
horse: she's got the right venom to sting
him with-the right venom to sting him
with"
YES" said Mrs. Poyser, Il know what
the men like-a poor soft, as 'ud simper at
EN- like the picture O the sun, whether
they did right or wrong, an say thank you
for kick, an pretend she didna know
which end she stood uppermost, till her
husband told her. That's what a man
wants i'll a wife, mostly: he wants to make
sure o one fool as II tell him hes wise
But there's some men can do wiout that
they think so much O themselves Already
an that's how it is there's old bachelors.n
Come, Craig" said Mr.. Poyser, iocoselv,
you mum get married pretty quick, else
you'll be set down for an old bachelor:
an you see what the women 'ull think on
you"
"Well," said Mr.. Craig, willing to con-
clllate Mrs. Poyser, and setting a high
value on his own compliments. 81 like
cieverish woman-a woman O. sperrit-a
managing woman"
you're out there, Craig said Bartle
drily; 'you're out there. You Judge O.
your garden-stuf on a better plan than
that; you pick the things for what they
can excel in-for what they can excel in.
You don't value your peas for their roots,
or your carrots for their flowers. Now
that's the way you should choose women
their cleverness III never come to much
never come to much but they make ex-
ccllent slmpletons, ripe and strong flavor
ed"
"What dost say to that?1 said Mr..
Poyser, throwing himself back, and looking
merrily at his wife.
"SayW answered Mrs. Poyser, with
dangerous fire kindling in her eye; "why, |
L say as some folk S tongues are like the |
clocks that run on strillin', not to tell YOU
the time O the day, but because there's
wrong i their inside"-Geo Eliot |