The Red Cloud chief., 1879-07-24

claimed, while gentle little Mamie an
swered him:
"I'se 'shamed Of you, George! Nam
mas suppers is always good" Nam
ma said nothing, only poured papa
cup Of tea.
"Humph! is this tea or dishwa;ers'
was his remark as he tasted 1t.
"You told Mrs. Jones strong tea hurt
you," said Mrs. Harris, quietly.
"Um-well-yes, I did," said Mr.,
Harris, taken somewhat aback, "but ]
didn't mean such weak stuff as this.
The steak is burned, too. 1t isn't fit 70
eat-such trash"
"You told Mrs. Jones you were fond
Of scorched meat" remarked Mrs. Har.
ris, as quietly as before.
MI. Harris colored.
"Well-but-I--not as black as this,
though. Haven't you got any light
bread? These biscuits are-not a good
as usual"
Mrs. Harris broug ht a slice OF bread
and laid it beside his plate. He took IL
without saying a word.
"Why, ma, what ais your cake'"
asked George, as he took q bite OF a
huge slice.
ats heavy IS lead, that's what's the
matter with it," snapped Mr.. Harris.
you said Mrs. Jones's cake was de-
lightful, and it was no better than this
responded his wife, in tones perfectly
even and unrufned.
"Oh, pshaw!" CALCULATED Mr.. Harris.
81 don't like TO eat such stuff at home,
anyhow. And seems TO M these pre-
serves don't taste just right. | believe
they are soured."
al believe they are a little" returned
Mrs. Harris, coolly.
"What did you put them on for,
then? think this is delightful meal,
l do-not a thing that is fit to eat!"
aim sorry if I didn't please you. ]
tried to, especially said Mrs. Harris,
as coolly as before.
"Tried to-"
"Yes. You said you were going 10
send me over TO take lessons in cooking
of Mrs. Jones. took them at home,
that's all. But | don't seem to succeed
as well as she did"
VIVA on earth do you mean, Sue?''
"Don't you seeP If you will think
you will see that l have given you TO.
night just about what she gave us last
night. But then, you remember, you
praised every thing until Mrs. Jones was
perfectly satisfied"
"Bosh, Sue! Don't you know that
was all for the sake of politeness?"
"Oh, was it? Well, hen we are to
teach our children that pOliteness is only
for company USE, and not necessary al
home"
"Why, no, OF course not"
"Then, if not, isn't it just as impor,
tant to wear a smile and a kind face, and
try TO excuse little accidents at home,
as when we are visitingP And if we
don't grumblo all the time We are among
those who are mere strangers, have we
a right TO make those we love best
miserable by doing so all the time a,
home?"
Mr.. Harris wasn't going to own that
he was beaten. What man weuld?
But he came round to his wife's chair
and gave her a kiss, q thing a little un.
usual itself since his lover-days were
over, and said:
"You're a 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 harm instead
of good, heard far less ~grumbling, and
got many more 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
Joneses again?" and he was on hi:
guard at once.
There are very many more Mr.. Har
rises at home who might do well to lay
the lesson to heart also.
Let us humbly hope they will.