Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1878-01-10
Women.

What. said Bartle, with an air of
disgust. was there . woman con-
cerned Then | give you up, Adam
But it's a woman you'n spoke we'll
on, Bartle, said Mr.. Poyser. Come,
now, you Gamma draw back; you said
once as women wouldna' ha' been a
bad invention if they'd been all like
| Dinah.'
i meant her voice, mani meant
her voice, that was ALL said Bartle. i
can bear to hear her speak without
wanting to put wool in my ears. As
for other things, / daresay 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.
'Ay, ayn said Mrs. Poyser, sonc
'ud think, an hear some folks talk, as
the men war cute enough to count
the corns in bag o. wheat WI only
smellin' at it.. They can see through
barn door, they can. Perhaps that's
the reason they can see SO little on
this side ont
Martin Poyser shook with delight
ed laughter, and winked at Adam, as
much rs to say the schoolmaster was
in for it now.
'Ah! said Bartle, sneeringly, the
women afe quick enough--they're
quick enough. They know the rights
of story before they hear it, and can
tell man what his thoughts are be
fora 10 lrpnu,o So. L,.~xanlct
Like enough, said Mrs. Poyser;
for the men are mostly so slow their
thoughts over-run 'em, an they can
only catch 'em by the tail. ] count a
stocking-top while mans getting his
tongue ready; an when he's ont VII
his speech at last, there's little broth
to be made ont. It's your dead
chicks takes the longest hatchin.
Howiver, I'm not denyin' the women
are foolish. God Almighty made 'em
to match the men,
Match said Bartle; say as vinegar
matches ones teeth. If a man says a
word his wife'll match it with con-
tradiction if he's mind for hot meat
his wife'll match it with cold bacon !;
if he laughs she'll match him with
whimpering. She's such match as
the horse-fiy is to the horse; she's got
the right venom to sting him with
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 nd
slmper at 'em like the pictur o. the
sun, whether they did right or wrong,
an say thank you for kick, an pre-
tend 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
% one fool ash tell him he's wise. But
there's some men can do wi out that
they think so much o. themselves
a'ready-an' that's how it is there's
old bachelors
Come Craig said Mr.. Poyser joe
| ose;y, sDt 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
conciliate Mrs. Poyser, and setting a
high value on his own compliments
Il like cleverish woman-a woman
o sperrit-a managing woman
You're out there said Bartle, dry
ly; you're out there. You Judge o.
you're own garden stuff 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 clev-
erness'll never come TO much--never
come to much; but they make excel
lent simpletons, ripe and strong fla
vored.'
'What dost say to that?' said Mr..
Poyser, throwing himself back and
looking merrily at his wife.
Say answered Mrs. Poyser with
dangerous fire kindled in her eye
why, say as some folks tongues are
like the clocks that run on striking,
not to tell the time O day, but be-
cause there's summat wrong i their
inside.- George Elliot.