Connecticut western news., 1884-05-14
A DOMESTIC SKETCH.
HOW TO CORRECT A HUSBANDS FAULTS.

"Eow, just look at you, MT. Jones -I declare 1t gives me a chill to see you go to drawer What do you want Tell me, and I'll get it for you"
 Mrs. Jones springs to the side of her husband, who was gone to the bureau for something, and pushes him away.
 'There now Just look at the hurrah $ nest you have made What do you want, Mir. Jones ?"- The husband throws an angry look upon his wife, mutters something that she cannot understand, and then turns away and leaves the room.
 ''It Is too bad r scol6s Mrs. Jones, to herself, commencing the work of re- storing to order the drawer that her hus- band has thrown topsy-turvy.
 fI never saw such a man! He has no kind of order about him; and then, if speak word, he goes of in huff. But won't have my things for ever in confusion"
 In the mean time, Mir. Jones, in pet, leaves the house, and goes to his store without a clean pocket-handkerchief for which he had been in search. Half of the afternoon passes before he gets over the ill humor, and then he does not feel happy. Mrs. Jones is by no means com fortable ill mind. She is really sorry that she spoke so roughly, although she does not acknowledge, even to herself, that she has done wrong, for, every now and then, she utters some censure against the careless habits that were really annoying and inexcusable. They had been married five years, and all that time Mrs. Jones had complained, but to no good purpose. Sometimes the bus band would get angry, and, sometimes, he would laugh at his wife; but he made no effort to reform himself.
 "Mr. Jones, why will you do SO P said Mrs. Jones, on the evening of the same day. "You are the most trying man alive"
 'sPity you hadn't a chance to try another" retorted Mir. Jones, sarcastic ally.
 The offense given was careless over turning of Mrs. Jones's work basket, anC the scattering of needles, cottons, scis sors, wax, and a dozen little etcetera about the hoor
 The reply of Mir. Jones hurt his wife 1t seemed unkind He had brough home & new book, which he had in tended reading; but the face of Mrs Jones looked so grave after the over turning of the work-basket, that he fel no disposition to read to her, but con teneed himself with enjoying the bool himself.
 It must be said that Mir. Jones was very trying man indeed; as his wife ha, alleged. He could open closets an, drawers as handily as any one, but tn thought of shutting either, never en tered his mind. The frequent reproof of his wife, such as
 Had you any doors in the hous where you were raised ?" or,
 'Please to shut the drawer, will you Mir. Jones ?" or,
 You are the most disorderly man i existence" or,
 You are enough to try the patienc of saint, Mir. Jones'" produced no el feet. In fact, MT. Jones seemed to gro worse and worse every day instead C better. The natural habits of orde and regularity which his life possessed were not respected in the least degree He drew his boots of in the parlor. an left them in the middle of the floor mn his hat on the piano, instead of hangin it on the rack in the passage-tumbfe her drawers whenever he went to them left his shaving apparatus on the dres, ing table or bureau--splashcd the watt about, and spoiled the wall paper washing, and in spite of all that could | said 10 him, would neglect to take il soap out of the basin spatteriug ever, thing round him with backing when l brushed his boots-aud did a hundre other careless things, that gave his wi world of trouble. annoyed her sorel and kept her scolding him nearly q the time. This scolding worried him got d deal, but it never for momel nude him think seriously about reforr ing his bad habits.
 One day he came in to dinner. It VI hot day. He went up into the char Der where his wife was sitting, al threw himself into a large rocking chai