The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1882-07-05
Grnmbling Husbands.

ling, you know II.
Perhaps you think you are justi-
fed.
Perhaps you think it makes Sally
Ann do better to complain of every
thing she does, and wish she would
try and brace up, and keep house
like Jenkins wife, or spriggins'
aunt.
We are continually told by moral
lists, and preachers, and writers, and
and lecturers, that woman should
meet her husband with a smile, that
she should never find fault with him,
and that if she sins she should win
him back by kindness.
Now, it is poor rule which will
not work both ways. A husband
has no more right to grumble than
woman has to complain.
II dinner isn't ready when he
comes home let him try and remem-
Der that in all probability the at
traction Of gravita,ion will still hold
the universe together, and the rage
for sunaowers will have its run all
the same. Let him say the prayers
his mother taught him while he is
waiting, and if he takes the cross
baby which is hanging to Sally AIMS
skirts and soolhe it to good nature,
he can remember these prayers bet.
ter, and they will be likely to ascend
higher.
A man gets into the habit of
grumbling, and hardly knows that
he is grumbling, it comes so handy.
He would feel lost without it, and
his wife would think heaven had
come down.
For if there is anything which
will wear out woman's patience
and temper it is to have the man
she married come in with his face in
a puckered snarl and exclaim:
"Ain't dinner ready yet? What
in thunder have you been about?
Where's the towel? No hot water?
There never is. Who's logged off the
soap? wish you'd let my tooth
brush alone! Whew! this room
smells like a soap.boiling establish
mentl That meat is a-burning!-
What does make you burn so much
coal? It's enough to ruin man!
Whyl Jenkins says they've only
burned five tons this winter, and
we've burned six. But Mrs. Jenk-
ms is woman that knows how to
run coal fire. Amt there any
pudding? Humph! it don't seem to
me that it would be a great job to
make pudding, and nothing to do
but just the house.work for this fam
lily! Now, at Spriggins' they always
have pudding. Where's the comb?
+ wish you'd learn them children to
put thing back in its place after
they use it. What is George crying
for? Wants string for his kite?-
Poor little fellow! Now, Sally Ann,
it does seem to me that if l had moth
ing to do but stay in the house all
the afternoon I could find time to
get my little boy q kite-string. When
| was boy my mother used to quit
everything and see after her chill.
dren. Well, well, times have chang.
ed! But there is great difference
in mothers! Has the ice man been
here? Seventy.five cents a week for
ice! Sally Ann, Pm astonished Any
body would think that this house
was q refrigerator. Ice gone up!-
Well it seems to me it's always 20.
ing up. There! I've caught my toe
in that oil-cloth again! Sally Ann,
it does seem as if you might put a
tack in that oil Goth. I've spoken
about it enough; but the more you
speak about anything here, the more
you may. Dinner ready? Well, l
should think it was time! Ten min
ute-yes, eleven minutes late!-
Where's the pickles? 1 wish you
would set the table while you are at
it. No sugar in the bowl! II there's
anything hate it's to have to wait
for sugar, and my tea a-cooling.-
Humph! who made this biscuit? Bet.
ter sell it for brickbatl Now, the
bread they have over to Jenkins is
superb-like a cork, and white as
snow. Sally Ann, 1 don't wish to
find fault, but 1 do wish that you