San Marcos free press. [volume] (San Marcos, Tex.) 1877-1892, 1882-07-27
TRAINING A HUSBAND.

So YOU want ter know now came Ter
bey Caleb, when I knew jest heow he
used Nancy, his frat wife. Wall, I'll
tell you all about it.
You know Danl left me pretty poorly
off he'd two little children, an what
Tor dew I didn't know. The mortgage
was ter run eout in about a year an q
half arter he died. I'd sent the child.
rem down to brother johns ter 60 to
scbool. Brother John wanted me to
rive them ter him, an he'd do well by
'em. an was meditating on it, orful
10th to dew it. But what else could I
dew with 'em when the old farm was
took away from me ?
One day, when the time was near eout,
was a .hoein' the beans on side of the
fence iinin' Caleb's cornfeld. I tell
yer, Hannah, I never felt bluer in all
my born days. I'd alters lived an
worked on farm, an couldn't do no
other kind of work; so what was to-
come of me I didn't know.
"sPurty good hoein' for a green hand"
sez somebody over the fence.
Eyes" sez I. give done enough of
it since I was left alone. practice
makes perfect" we used ter write in our
copybook when we were Children" an
couldn't help heaving sigh.
"Wall, Emmerline," says he, "your'n
I seem to be in the same fix. You
need man to do your hoeing an SIGH,
an I need woman to see ter my house,
an if you're agreed we'll hitch horses
and work in double harness. I can't
find no2hired help that'll do as Nancy
did. Thinks myself, an you'll never
find another twill, either,) $50, what
dye say, Emmerline
P'raps didn't think O. nothing for
the mex few minutes. It all flashed
over me in a second, what en- unfeelin'
man he'd alters ben. Poor Nancy had
ter dew all the house work, an good
deal belonging ter him ter dew, an he
was stingier than an old miser, tew.
T knew he was smart man ter work,
was forehanded an was able to live in
good deal better shape than he did, an
you know, Hannah, that poor Danl was
just the oppersite. He was norful
clever man, was Danl but kind O. shift
less an easy, an it alters worried me
ter hav things goin' so slack. SEE to
myself, body can't hev everything;
there's alters some eouts, an poor
mans better'n none. So I speaks right
up, an seq:
"Caleb, we've been Majors for many
a year. I know your failin's an s'pose
you know mine; an so, if you say so,
all right; p'raps we both might do
wuss."
Wal, ter make long story short, we
agreed to the business right oil.
Caleb said tibet it was stylish to go on
weddin' tower nowadays, and as he
wanted ter go deown to Bangor to see
about selling his wool, an as Sarah
Jane Curtis (who used to work for him)
lived about half way, an we could stop
there both ways and not cost US any
thing, he thought we'd better go. His
niece, Rebecca Gilman, yer know, lives
there, and we could make her visit at
the same time. Brother John lives
there tew, yen know, an I'd made up
my mind that I'd bring home the child
rem.
An SO 1 did; but Caleb he was orful
sOt agin it, but sed "of course they can
come and make a visits" an l let HIM
think SO, cause 1 wasn't quite ready to
have words with him yet.
We stayed about week, an got home
along in the afternoon all right. The
mex mornin' 1 woke purity early, an L
Sez to myself: Courage Enmerilne
nov or never" Ikep' still, for Caleb
vas still snorin', but bine BY be feich-
ed an onairthly snort that wake