The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1886-06-26
A HAPPY FAMILY.

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very tired. and Thought he would lie
down on the sofa in the back pariOr and
rest. fr"pIe Eerrr learn by experience
and he was no exception to the common
rule. He lay down. and crossed his,
feet with Il parade hardly jus'ltiahi" IN
der the circumstances. His wife came
10 and saw him.
"Why Lot Skinner" she exclaimed. .
act ever heard of the like. Lying
down on that new sofa with youi boots
on, and oh. my goodness! yonr head on
that lace tidy that | had done up last
week. You are the most iucon>lderate
man | ever saw in my life
Mr.. Skinner got up. and his wife
smooth4d out the tidy and ~realranged
it.
The idea of anybody putt;nsa head
on that tidy" said Mrs. Skinner, who
had no intention Of using slang. Il
did suppose you had more SENSE
81 used TO %Iave.' said Mr., skinner,
good nnturedly. "Ya-a-h. | could
take IL nap if | could find a place to
drop down. Ya-a-h."
"You had better read your Bible"
said Mrs. Skinner. She was a good nm
comfortable woman, so clean and neat
and orderly that she made her family
wretched with her domestic drill.
Something called Mrs. Skinner off
then, ami when she came back MIR.
Skinner WAS gone, when a thought
struck her and she bounded from her
chair as if she had been Il cannon ball.
Yes, it was just as she had feared i,
her husband had gone upstairs, and
she found him stretched out in bed OF
top of a white counterpane, his grizzly
gray head sunk deep into a white,
starched pillow sham, with these words
embroidered in the centre: "Sleep
sweet, beloved" He was not only
asleep. but snoring, with u look of
sweet content on his wide.open mouth.
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He got up in u manner that would
have done credit to a gymnast, and
stood staring at the fearful hollow in
the bed and the wrinkled dent in the
pillow sham.
II declare, l forgot he said, looking
very foolish. "Alice, haven't l a place
where can lay my head"
''Do.'t talk nonsense" said his wife,
sharply. THE idea of u sober man g
ing to bed with his boots on"
"Would You rather I'd GET
''I'd rather you'd get some common
sense" she said. IF You must SLEEP
in the daytime, why, there's an old
lounge down in the kitchen no one
will disturb you there. Or l SUPPOSE
-ungraciously-"I can take off thu
quilt and the shams. and let yon have
your nap here, though it's wicked
that's what it is, to sleep Sunday. III
a bad example to set the children, Lot
and you know it."
"But am SO sleepy" answered he'
husband "my head is heavy as lead
and cannot keep my eyes OPEN"
.'Laziness . sheer l~aziuess!" said hi
wife in a sharp tone.
Mr.. Skinner went down stairs ant
disappeared. The last words his wifi
heard him say were that there wa. n,
rest for the weary, but she was pickin!
up the embroidery on the misused:shan
with a pin, and did not heed him
When she went down stairs he wa
not in sight, and she busted herself will
getting dinner, which On Sunday tool
the place of supper, and thought n
more about him.
She was a distinguished woman, di
ttnguished in the town where she live
as being the neatest house keeper in it
No girl could be found neat enough
to live with her. All the notices il
her house we're to the effect that clean
ness is a kin to godliness. She duste'
every article of furniture in the hous
several times every day che scrubbed
80 clean that at last she scrubbe
through her kitchen floor into the &c
lar, and was nearly lost to the comm
nifty.