The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1879-09-02
heavy and the preserves had sourcd; but
Mr.. Harris praised everything and declared
he had enjoyed his supper immensely.

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Mr.. Harris praised everything and declared
he had enjoyed his supper immensely.
eff he would only be as pleasant as that
at home!" sighed little Mrs. Harris as she
walked through the streets with her hl,s-
band after they had taken leave of their
friends. But she knew it would be useless
to say word Coaxing would be lost in
this case and scolding never accomplished
anything. However, her woman's wit set
to work to find some way to teach that hus-
band Of hers lesson, and after while the
way was found.
The next evening supper was ready when
MIR. Harris came home, and it was Just as
near as could be counterpart of the supper
at Jones that day before. Weak tea,
scorched beefsteak, biscuit only moderate,
heavy cake and SOUR preserves: But Mrs.
Harris was all calm and scrcncly uncons-
cious.'
''Come, Mamie George, supper is rea-
dy, and papa has come" she said, calling
the two children, who came bounding in
from their play.
"Hope you got something good. Pm aw-
fal hungry" Master George exclaimed,
while gentle little Mamie answered him
'I'se 'shamed of you, Gcorgie!. N1ama's
suppers are always good" Mamma said
nothing, only poured papa cup of tea.
"Humph! Is this tea or dishwater2" was
his remark as he tasted il.
"You told Mrs. Jones strong tea hurt
you," said Mrs. Harris, quietly.
"Um-well-yes, did |" said Mr.. Har-
mean such stuff as this. The steak Is
burned. too. 1t isn't fit to eat-such
trash |"
"You told Mrs. Jones you were fond of
scorched meat" remarked Mrs Harris as
quietly as before.
Mr.. Harris colored.
"Well-but-I-not as black as this
though. Haven't you got any light bread
These biscuits are-not as good as usual"
Mrs. Harris brought slice of bread and
laid it beside his plate. He took it without
saying word.
why, ma, what ails your cake 2" asked
aeorgie, as he took bite off a huge slice.
cts heavy as lead, that's what's the
matter with it, snapped Mr.. Harris.
"You said Mrs. Jones's cake was delight
full, and it was no better than this, "respon-
ded his wife, in tones perfectly even and
unrutf]ed.
'fOh, pshaw!" calculated Mr.. Harris. sI
don't like to eat such stuff at home, any
how. And seems to me these preserves
don't taste just right I believe they are
soured."
'T believe they arc lttlc," returned
Mrs. Harris, cody.
tWhat did you put them on for, then
l think this is a delightful meal, do-not
a thing that is fit to eat ~
'I'm sorry if didn't please you. I tried
to especially" said Mrs. Harris, as coolly as
before.
''Tried tol'
eyes. You said you were going to send
Jones: t63R 'afs3p ut tn hGSSSoking of Mrs
But don't seem to succeed as weihfa tas Bile
did"
"What on earth do you mean, Sue?"
'Don't you see3 If you will think you
will see that have given you to night just
about what she gave us last night. But
then you remember you praised everything
until Mrs. Jones was perfectly satisfied"
''Bosh, Sue! Don't you know that was
all for the sake of politcness 2" ''
ooh, was it2 Well, then, we are to
teach our children that politeness is only
for company use, and not necessary at
home.n
"Why, no, of course not. ,"
''Then, If not, isn't it just as important
to wear smile and kind face, and try to
OASuoC ilIeiC uSCliClltS az AOIllC uS WltCl We
are visiting3 And if we don't g~umble all
the time we are among those who are
strangers, have right to make those we
love best miserable by doing SO all the time
at home2"
Mr.. Harris wasn't going to own that he
was beaten. What man would 2" f
But he came round to his wlfe's chair
and gave her a kiss, thing q little unusual
itself since his lover days were over, and
said.
"You're q first rate little preacher, Sue
I'll lend you to the church next year"
| And off he went.
But the lesson was not lost, for Mrs. Sue
who feared that perhaps she had said too
much, and done BARN instead of good,
heard far less grumbling, and got many
moro smiles at home as the days went on,
and if Mr.. Harris seemed disposed to fall
into his old ways, she would only say,
archly:
"Hadn't we better take tea with the
Jones's again9 and he was on his guard at
once. yn
There are very many more Mr.. Harris's
at home who might do well to lay the les
son to heart also. '.t j.
Let us humbly hope they will.