The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1884-03-14

such young ones! 1t isn't me they
take after.
Here Jerry gave unmistakable indi-
cations of the locality of the alleged
sickness, by saying:
"Me summit, papa, me summit. Boo
hoo-o-o-ow
Jeremiah Mollify, didn't you know
any better than to eat that stuff? Well,
this is mess. No wonder you're sick!
That washing won't get out in a hurry,
I'm thinking, with you to attend to-"
Papa toss! Don't, papa, be toss to
Jerry. jerry sit.
And the papa loved his little boy too
well to hold out long in the face OF gen
uine distress.
But the sick one had to be coddled
and comforted and put to sleep, and all
the time the sun was mounting higher
in the heavens; and the clothes lay soak
inc in the tubs. The child's troubles
forgotten in slumber, Jonathan plunged
into the work of the day in good earnest.
1t was not long, however, before another
interruption came, in the shape of a
dripping boy of six or seven, also the
possessor of a.strong pair of lungs, which
he was using actively.
CHOW what in creations the
matter with you?" demanded the
irate father. s'Where we you been
to get so wet? Speak this
minute, Jonathan How came you out
of schoolP''
'I-I-went d-down ito the 6sh-pond,
long the other boys, It recess, an'-an
Jake Hudson. he p-pushed me in."
''Well, Jake Hudson had better mind
his own business, or I'll give him some
thing some day that he won't like. And
you can just keep away from that fish
pond after this. If ever hear of your
going there again, I'll see about it F!
Now I've got to stop and hunt up dry
clothes for you, or else you'll be down
with sore throat or something, and then
I'll nevei near the last of it. Stop your
bawling, and come along into the
house,
Jonathan junior, attended to, the adj
vancing hand of the clock warned Mr..
Mollify that the dinner-hour was at
hand, and no preparations had been
made for the meal.
'grwelve clock, sharp, Maria said, y
he groaned; '.and she'll be here, sure
as fate. Seems to me l hear the rat
thing of the wagon now, and there amt
any kindlin' chopped, nor nothing ready.
Dear, dear, I'm in for it.
'tIt'' may be mysterious word to the
reader, but it was not to Jonathan Mol
lily. 'It'' in his vocabulary, was
fraught with meaning, and that mean
ing was indissolubly connected with the
lordly Maria's tongue. Alive to the
exigencies of the case, he trotted
around, endeavoring to make good
show Of his morning 8 work-for well he
knew it would undergo inspection from
Argus eyes-stringing part of the
clothes conspicuously upon the line,
scrabbling together and out of sight
some of the rubbish that lay in con
fusion about the kitchen floor; and. the
perspiration trickling down his face,
was frantically chopping kindling when
Maria Mollify drove briskly into the
yard. An ominous look settled upon
her countenance as she espied the fur
ried Jonathan, and conjectured that her
orders had not been faithfully executed.
Hitching the horse, and striding judic-
tally into the kitchen, she surveyed
the situation, and her displeasure found
prompt utterance.
"What! no dinner ready, and the fire
not even built Jonathan Mollify, you
lazy, good-for-nothing man, what have
you been doing all the forenoonP Not
more half the wash out, either, :" 60
ing to the door, and giving contempt
uous sniff at the clothes-line. "Well,
if this isn't enough to provoke a SAINT.
Here Pve been hard at work ever since
l opened my eyes this morning, and
now can't get bite of anything te
eat. / do believe shall faint away
She sank into chair with an air OIL
profound exhaustion and pitiful martyr.
dom. Jonathan grabbed the vinegar
bottle. and thrust 1T under her nostrils
so vehemently that she recoiled with in
dignation.
| "Don't faint, Maria, mercy on US
don faint! I'll have dinner ready in
five minutes. 1t s been dreadful un-
lucky day, Maria, and could MT do nc
better; could MT, positively"
What on earth was the matter with
Maria's nose? 1t never used to loon
out like that. Why, it was frightful
Was it going to keep on developing il
like ratio in years to Gomez Jonathan
shrank from the contemplation of sucf
possibility.
His conciliating tone did not produce
the desired effect. Overcoming hel
momentary weakness, Maria rose il
wrath unappeasable.
B aDon't you stand gawkin' at me an
other minute, Jonathan Mollify. / 'vt
had to bear enough to-day at the con
vention without being annoyed at home
Hard Us we worked, and as mucl
money as I've spent in the cause, if i
a It maddening to have another wo
mana mere stranger, and of no &C
count at all, except for her pretty fac,
and load of jewelry-put above me
and made President of the Day, (
like to know what lisp 1t s the frs
time since the society was organized
that anybody s got ahead of me lik,
that, and 1 just won't stand it. Do you
hustle round and make that fire, or I i
know the reason why"
What was the reason that Jonathan
could not bulge?
''Do you hear me? Get up and maxi
the fire. 1t s late.''
A sudden and astounding spirit o
bravery pervaded the down troddel
man. He felt like lion. He WASH
going to stand any more of Maria
hen-pecking mo, not one atom more
Not even though she had the audacit,
to shake him, and yell in his ear tn
same old refrain: "Get up, Jonathan
get up and make the fire"
''Tn be cussed if | WILL" he roared
I'm never touch that blamed old stow
; again as long as I live. I've stood thi
sort of thing long enough. If you wan
a fire, build it yourself"
''Oh, dear, dear, I never though
you'd speak so to me Johnny" grieVe,
J a plaintive voice,
''You can Johnny me as much a
} you like, but you can't pull the woo
: over my eyes that way. I tell you
) won't do it. Build it yourself y
: "There, now, it's true, what Sara
J Snifkins told me, that was q fool t
{ get married, for my husband woul
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