New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1888-05-30
i Hunt after Morels.
W7',tteas for the Revieao 6y Mrs. Auguste.

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Jacob is otherwise as good q husband
IS any good-natured woman, like my.
self, would wish to have, but when he
begins to talk about the evil accompa-
niments OF sedentary life, of the beau
ties of nature and the healthfulness OF
outdoor exercise again, I'll have, as
Mrs. O'Rourke, my next door neighbor,
says of her Patrick: sich swat,
dreamy glitter in the oye.
Well, I did believe that Jacob was
actually deserving OF a days recreation
and when he came down early yester-
day morning and carried in the water
for all days use, wheeled in enough
wood to last whole week, disappeared
down cellar to fetch up potatoes and
cabba ge, something which he had not
do ne since the days of our honeymoon,
my heart went out to him, and could
not help yielding to his coaxing and
fond entreaty. "My dear Augusta, =
he said, ssif you knew what tired,
overworked creature your poor Jacob
is, you would acknowledge the necessi-
ty of day of, and you won't miss me,
will you?" and the good man kissed
me tenderly. How could help it, I
had to leave him go, and when a few
minutes later John and Charles, or
Chawlie, as they call him, came along,
the former with a two bushel bag and
both provided with a stout cane, my
Jacob took the basket / had placed for
him, and bidding me good bye, said:
"We're after morels.'
Off they went, John, Chawlie and my
Jacob, and as gazed after them, the
pet dog of John running before them,
/ felt as though the Roman Triumvirate
was marching on toward triumph. In
some respect they did look like sena-
tors, and debating ones at that, for
they were soon eagerly conversing to-
gether, and just before they turned the
corner to pass toward the woodland
road, I caught my husband glancing
shyly back toward me, as though to
make sure whether / watched in which
direction they went.
Well, I worked away all day. en-
crossed with nv household duties. and
although became anxious toward the
late afternoon, had no apprehensions
on Jacobs account. Nevertheless it
seemed strange that / should for the
first time since many weeks. be sitting
down to meals, without hearing Jacob
grumbling about bad times, over-work
and the temperance-folks, and when at
last l heard, it must have really been
as late as 9 o'clock in the evening, the
front gate of the garden slam shut, /
gave a glad start, and, determined to
fool Jacob little, I hid in the closet,
ready to jump at him the moment he
entered the kitchen. The door opened
cautiously, and the next instance had
embraced John, my husbands
friend. I was so confused that Istarted
back in dismay, ready to cry, but when
| heard loud and to me insulting
laugh. which recognized as issuing
from Jacob himself, I regained my self
possession, and putting on a stern air,
struck a match and lit the lamp.
Oh, dear, how shall I describe tile
sight that met me! Never again will
Jacob Strauss, my truly welded hus-
band, 60 out on morel hunt, while I
WELD the household scepter; never
again will he have right to tell me
that outdoor recreation is necessary
for his poor, debilitated, overworked
system. No, Jecob, you never will
impose upon me again, and hurt my
feelings as you have done on that morel
hunt.
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Well, I must explain, and much as it
costs me to relate what Jacob, after
wards the humbled and pardon pray
ing sinner, told me, I can not but help
to establish a warning example to all
overworked husbands and confding
wives.
The minute John saw the fierce look
in my eye, so well described in the
words of Mrs. O'Rourke. he grabbed
his sack, and taking smiling Chawlie,
who was silent witness to the forege-
ing scene, by the arm, with a last look
of pity for my now consternated hus-
band, fed away. I calmly closed the
door, turned the lamp a little higher,
and looked at my Jacob, who had sunk
into chair exhausted. The minute he
met my gaze, his face, which had as
sumed a forlorn and detected look,
tried to smile sweetly, but what q fail
ure! If ever saw sickly smile, so
commonplace, it was on the red and