The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1888-11-29
A DAY BEWITCHED;
And One Other Full of Quiet and
Pleasant Enjoyment.
Kind Reader, Can You Tell Why All Days
Are Rot Alike?-Is Not Careless
moss the Cause Of Much
Annoyance?

Can you tell why 1t is, and how It is,
that some days go wrong from begin
ming to end! This has boen as beauti-
full an October day as you ever saw,
but | have had no peace nor pleasure.
Is it all in myself? Have a set of
fretted nerves? Is Mary Spencer Who'll
ly to blame for the outrageous events
that have taken place. This morning
l rose with the sun, and sat down
among my books to catch a few mo-
ments for my pen. had hardly writ
ten line when the shout came: The
hens are out and in the vineyard COB
bling down the grapes" II there is
any thing | hate to have loose it is
hens. You can catch horse or half
a dozen cows, but try it on forty hens,
running forty ways at once! "Chick!
chick" you cry plaintively, with a pan
of oats and corn. "Chicky! chicky!
dear, nice, little chickens! come in,
and get some breakfast" ""No, We thank
you! We will help ourselves. Grapes
suit u.s." Your golden Pocklingtons,
Wordens, Lindleys are going at a
terrible rate. Then you begin to
shout, and John, Jr., shouts, and
you shout for John the elder
to come on. The hens get excited,
too, and the games fly over your head.
There is no knowing where they will
come down. Bless my suul! bu. will
John never get here. Not only the
grapes, but the tomatoes and the late
sweet corn are suffering. There is
that horrible speckled hen scratching
in the new strawberry bed. The plants
of Logan, and Pearl, and Haviland,
that | set out yesterday, are flying out
faster than | set them. "Biddy. Biddy
Biddy! bid! bid! bid! bi. bi! bi! b! b!
b" John comes just in time to see
me break down into collapse of tears.
1t was two hours OF the hardest kind
of work before those hens were housed;
and then to see them chuckle over it
and prance over their inclosure was
aggravating!
Breakfast was late and nothing writ
ten. Don't be too sure Of that. As
has. gone out in a hurry had forgotten
to shut the study door. Our baby. TAX
ing advantage, had gone in, climbed
my chair, taken the pen and gone on
writing where | had stopped. Not sat
islied, she had spilled or poured the
ink from the bottle over my paper and
desk, from which it ran in stream
into the center of my pet Persian rug.
Mother! mother!' came q cry from
the cellar. "WhO drew cider yester.
day? Whoever did left it leaking, and
The cellar is flooded" The day is
bewitched." ! cried ut is possessed
of the devil! Hens, ink and cider
and it is not yet half-past eight o'clock
What will come next?" l was in al
upset, and scolded. 1t did not memo
matters; it never does, especially
when a woman scolds. As for men,
would as soon they should scold al
swear, which seems to be their prefer
ence. This cider was from my pc
tree OF Spitzenbergs, and it was not u
all common stuff, made One-half o
dirt and worms. Why should | no
scold? Who could have been so care
less as to leave it leaking all night
No one but myself drew cider yester
day. and that did not help matters
when John said: Mother, think i
must have been yourself''
Breakfast was now cold and soggy
The chocolate was overscalded, an'
the toast was hardened, and the pota
toes and meat indigestib)e. No on
can digest quails on an angry stomach
much less cold potatoes. Can you i'm
agine any thing worse than
sulky breakfast--a sort OF edge
wise morning mealP Dear me
But the delightfulest thing in th'
world Is to wake out of honest sleel
and greet each other at the break o
day to break our FAST is it not fac
when one has not seen those she love
for ten hours? 1t should be all smile
and love, and with the children tn
very fullness OF vital youth. There
no need Of much eating. but 1t shoul'
be an appetizing meal. The cares o
the day have not begun. One sips tn
cream OF the morning on the toast Q
good fellowship. But, with me, alas
the cream was spilled.
How delicious it is to excuse one
self! This l began to do. Dear me
how could saint endure such a stat
Of things? Jobs trials were nothin
to mine" John saw that my spun
had given out; the excitement was n
longer keeping me up and be camoa
with o bit u sympathy "Ie 30 s's