Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1883-07-28

S'f "'.n III hoIoclVco. leave EN- Just
one dollar apiece W.
| (No, Susan Maria, don't think tina:
was too bad. Our gals went agin their
par's teechins, and it was his duty To
punish 'em.)
For nigh upon thirty year / was blest
with this high, improvin' companions
ship, and, though poor cretur at best.
l tried in my humble way to be shelp-
meet for my husband. The squire was
a master hand for good victuals, and /
made his likins and dislikins in this line
SIGH a study that l entirely won his
heart. (And, gals, the straightest road
to any mans heart leads right through
his stummick.) From rise to set of sun
my work was never, done. 81 / looked
well arter the ways of my HOUSEHOLD.
never ate the bread of idleness. MY
husband was known in the gates when
he sot among the elders of the land, and
that was glory enough for me-!
You ask if the Squire was kind to me,
Matilda Jane. He made me keep my
place; L don't suppose yoss'd call that
kind, but was content. If I'd gone on
the way lots of women in these DAYS is
goin' on, he'd shut me up in lunatic
asylum, and sarved me right. He had
a tremenjus will of his own, and didn't
darse to oppose it. do believe that
II he'd smit me on one cheek I'd a
turned to him the tother one also. In
all things he was my lord and master. 1
had promised to sarve, honor and obey
him, and kept my word. If I'd a sot
up my Ebenezer, and tried to have my
say contrarywise to his'n, l should a
reused a sperit no power on airth could
quell. You have heard of the iron
hand in the glove of velvet. That was
Squire Pettibone exactly. He jest
quietly took it for granted that his word
was law-like unto that of the Medes
and Persians, which changeth not.
MY galls-there was three on 'em-
didn't grow up as they'd orter under
SIGH pious teachins. They used to say
to me: MAR. you're a drudge and a
slave. You don't dare say your souls
your own-you hain't got the sperit of
the worm that turns when it's trod
upon. Par thinks all women his in
feriors, and he's allus weepin' an be-
wailin' the heavy cross laid on him, in
havin' his Children all darters instid of
sons" CIT was heavy cross. 1 never
could. forgive myself for loadin' him
with SIGH burden.)
Jenny, our oldest, though her par
kept a-dingin' into her ears John Mil
toms words: zone tongue is enough for
a woman" Jenny, she went on and
larned Latin, French and German in
spite of him. He used to call her his
-. l., ha
through college, and then up and stud
led medicine. Ruth, arter gittin high
up education, graderwated from the
Boston School of Oratory, and now
reads and elocttes in public.
Jenny, she's married, and keeps
house in new-fangled, labor-savin
sort of way, and seems to have her say
about everything. Her husband thinks
there's only one perfect woman on the
airth, and seems so dazed and dumb
founded like at his luck in marrying
that one that he don't even have sperit
enough to manage his own household.
Susanna says that she is welded to
her perfession; Ruth, who alters was q
saucy mink, declares that she is welded
to her art; that she don't want to be
mans slave while he lives, and his
relict arter he is dead They're bright,
good-lookin' gals, if do say it, and
might have their pick of the best, if
'twant for their obstreperous ways and
highfalutin notions.
If their par could come back to the
airth, and see how things is a-goin' on
everywhere, even in the bosom of his
own famerly, he'd find hisself a-sayin'
oftener than ever: "Wa-al, this ere Is a
Gurus world!" and would be likely to
make still more frekent use of that fav-
erite phrase of hisn'n, when things in
the world didn't go on to suit him: 80
Temporal! o Mosesr' Boston Tran
script.