The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1877-04-13
NUMBER 81.
Women.

WudG :! Salu 6arClet Win an air OF
disgust. "Was there a woman con-
cerned? 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
bad invention if they'd been all like
Dinah."
~ meant her voice, mani meant
her voice, that was ALL" said Bartle.
81 can bear to hear her speak without
wanting to put wool in my ears. AS for
other things, dare say she's like the
rest o. the women-thinks two and
two'll come to make five, if she cries
and bothers enough about it.n
GAY, ay ~ said Mrs. Poyser; "one 'ud
think, to hear some folk talk, as the
men war 'cute enough to count the
corns in bag o. wheat VII only SMELL
ing at it. They can see through barn
door, they can. Perhaps that's the rea-
son 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 p' said Bartle, sneeringly, "the
women are quick enough = they're
quick enough. They know the rights
of story before they hear it, and can
tell man what his thoughts are before
he knows 'em himself"
"Like enough" said Mrs. Poyser; ''for
the men are mostly so slow, their
thoughts overrun 'em, an they can
only catch 'em by the tail. can count
stOcking-top while mans getting his
tongue ready; an when he out VII his
speech at last, there's little broth to be
made ont. It's your dead chicks take
the longest hatchin'. Howiver, Pm
not denyin' the women are foolish;
God Almighty made 'em to match the
men,"
match !" said Bartle; "ay, as vinegar
matches ones teeth. If a man says a
word, his wife'll match it with a con-
tradictiOn; if he's a mind for hot meat,
his wife'll match it with cold bacon; if
he laughs, she'll match him with whim-
pering. She's such a match as the
horse-fy 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, 81 know
what the men like-a poor soft, as 'ud
simper at 'em like the pictur o. the sun,
whether they did right or wrong, an
say thank you for a kick, an pretend
she didna know which end she stood
uppermost, till her husband told her.
That's what a man wants in a wife,
mostly; he wants to make sure o. one
fool as'll tell him he's wise. But there's
some men can do wi'Out that-they
think so much o. themselves Already
an that's how it is there's old bache-
lors"
"Come, Craig" said Mr.. Poyser, jo.
cosely, "yOu nun 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 tC
conciliate Mrs. Poyser, and setting 6
high value on his own compliments, {"
like a cleverish woman-a woman O
sperrit-a managing woman"
you're out there, Craig" said Bartle
dryly; "yOu're out there. You judge o.
your garden-stuff on better plan thar
that; you pick the things for what they
can excel in-for what they can exec
in. You don't value your peas for theil
roots, or your carrots for their flowers
Now, that's the way you should choose
women; their cleverness'll never come
to much-never come to much; but
they make excellent simpletons, ripe
and strong favored"
"What dOst say to that ?" said Mr.
Poyser, throwing himself back and look
ing merrily at his wife.
"Sayw answered Mrs. Poyser, with
dangerous fire kindling in her eye
"why, 1 say as some folks tongues arr
like the clocks that run on strikin', no
to tell you the time o. the day, but be
cause there's summat wrong i their in
side. ."-GeOrge Eliot.