The Osceola times., 1888-11-24
A DAY BEWITCHED;
And One Other Full of Quiet and
Pleasant Enjoyment.
Kind Reader, Can You Tell Why All Days
Are Not Alike?-Is Not Careless
ness the Cause Of Much
Annoyance2

Are Not Alike?-Is Not Careless
ness the Cause Of Much
Annoyance?
Can you tell why II Is, and how 1t Is,
that some days go wrong from begin
ming TO end! This has been as beauti.
iul an October day as you ever saw,
but have had no peace nor pleasure.
is it all in MYSELF Have | set of
fretted nerves' Is Mary Spencer who'll
ly to blame for the outrageous events
that have taken placc' This morning
rose with the sun, and sat down
among my books to catch q 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 l hate to have loose it Is
hens. You can catch horse or half
dozen cows. but try 1t on forty hens,
running forty ways at once! Chick!
chick! you Cry plsintively. with 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 n
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 soul! but 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
Iastcr 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.
II was two hours OF the hardest kind
OF work before those hens were housed;
and then 70 see them chuckle over it
and prance over their inclosure was
iggravating!
Breakfast was late and nothing writ
ten! Don't be too sure OF that As |
had gone out in 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
where had stopped. Not sat
'sfied. she had spilled or poured the
ink from the bottle over my paper and
desk, kom which it ran in stream
into the center of my pet Persian rug.
Mother! mother!' came a cry from
Ihe cellar. "Who drew cider yester-
iayP Whoever did left it leaking, and
he cellar is flooded" "The day Is
bewitchedm / cried. "It is possessed
,f the devil! Hens, ink and cider!
and it is not yet half-past eight o'clock.
What will come nextp' / was In an
apset, and scolded. II did not mend
matters; 1t never does, especially
when woman scolds. As for men, ]
would as soon they should scold as
,wear, which seems TO be their prefer
,nce. This cider was from my pet
rec OF Spitzenbergs, and it was not at
all common stuff. made one-half OF
iirt and worms. Why should ! not
scoldP 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 1t
must have been yourself"
Breakfast was now cold and soggy.
The chocolate was overscalded, and
The toast was hardened, and the pota-
Toes and meat indigestibIe. No one
san 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 meal3 Dear me!
But the delightfulest thing in the
world is TO wake out OF honest sleep
and greet each other at the break of
aay to break our fast; is II not a fact
when one has not seen those she loves
tor ten hours? II should be all smiles
and love, and with the children the
very fullness OF vital youth. There is
no need OF much eating, but it should
be an appetizing meal. The cares OF
the day have not begun. One sips the
cream OF the morning on the toast OF
good fello ~ship. But, with me, alas,
The cream was spilled.
How delicious 1t is TO excuse ones
self! This began TO do. Dear me,
how could saint endure such state
of thingsp Jobs trials were nothing
10 mine" John saw that my spunk
had given out; the excitement was no
longer keeping me up. and he came in
with bit Of sympathy. 'fo be sure
1t was provoking all around. Those
strawberries to be replanted, and that
slider lost" And then John, Jr., came
around to my chair. slipped his grow
ing arms about my neck, and gave me
. kiss. That settled it.
This was the first session Of that
terrible day. ] wish it could have
andsd Just then, But II did not
Il wa orA OF these loft DAYS