Connecticut western news., 1890-11-19
TAMING OF THE SHREW.

TAMING OF THE SHREW.
 '"That's jest like you, Eiphalet Elm monsl" said Mrs. Emmons sharply. "Comin' in with them muddy feet over my new scrubbed foorl Didn't ye never learn what door mats was forq'
 MT. Emmons, a meek looking, bald headed little man, recoiled from the magnetic force of his wife's words as ii they had been so many whip lashes. muddy" apologized he.
 'sAs if they could help bein' muddy arter that there thunder showerl" re- torted Mrs. Emmons. "A man is the untidiest creeturl I've been cleanin' the settin' room closet today, Eliphalet, and I've found two pair O mildewed boots, an odd slipper, a broken um- bereller and nasty smellin' old pipe. What ye think O that2"
 sTm very sorry, Sarah" said MT. Emmons, mechanically ducking his head at each count of the indictment, ''but I wasn't aware they'd all con- glomerated like that s'pose I didn't know where else to put 'em"
 'rHumphr" said Mrs. Emmons scorn- fully.
 'Is supper ready, Sarah2"
 Supper, indeed" snorted Mrs. Elm mons. q s'pose you think I hain't nothin' to do but cook. I guess if you'd did the days house cleanin' I've wrastled through you wouldn't feel much like roastin' over the stove. You'll find some cold pork and rye bread and butter in the milk room, and guess you can make out to draw glass O hard cider for yourself"
 Hapless Ehphalet slunk into the milk room, followed by the shrill cry:
 ''Now, mind you don't grease every thing upp
 And as he dipped his cubes of salt pork into the mustard pot, and spread the scant allowance of butter over the slabs of heavy rye bread, he thought dolefully of Peter Rigney's one storied cabin, that he had just passed on the Twickenham road, with its cheery in- terior view of well spread table, a smoking teapot, blue edged china, and a bunch of hlacs in the center Mrs. Rgney was laughing merrily and the little flock of children were running in and out, as if life were made for enjoy ment, not discipline.
 q sort O think" pondered he, "that it's most pity that we never had no children, for all Sarah thinks 1t dis pensation O Providencel P'raps she wouldn't a been SO awful particular ii she'd had a lot O young 'uns around under foot"
 When he came out again Mrs. Emmons was diligently securing at the fire irons, and seemed in no mood fol conversation.
 Where's the weekly paper" he ven- tured to ask.
 '1 hain't seen ii, i" said Mrs. Emmons.
 ''I wonder where the second volume of African Travels has got toY' he next heaitated.
 q don't know" said Mrs. Emmons, land I don't care. It strikes me you'd better be a-traveln' out to the barn to see arter the cattle"
 'Tve done that" said Eiphalet with a sigh. 'I-why, helloi Who's this 'ere7 As true as live and breathe it's Squire Perkins, with little boy. One O your grandchildren, squire2 How dye dof how dye doT
 He stood smiling broadly in the door way, while Mrs. Emmons flew to hide her housekeeping dishabille, with a brass andiron in one hand and the polishing powder in the other, and the squire heavily ahghted from his buggy
 ''No, MT. Emmons, no," said he. "It dn't no kith or kin O mine. Pretty little fellow, ain't it2 Just year old and as tough as an oak knot. Wal it's Seba Browns orphan"
 "Je-rusalem!" calculated Eiphalet ''You don't mean to tell me Capper Seba Brown is deadw
 'The Black Eyed Susan and al aboard of her was wrecked off Capt Hatteras last month, said the squir' mpresdvely. And here's this chil6 with no one to care for him; and thu parson, says he, If this aint clal pintin' O Providence I dunno what Is be says, says he. Go you says he and see if Brother and Sister Emmonl won't take him and bring him up.' & here I be-"
 E1iphalet Emmons looked kindly a, ths cherry checked little lad, with tn hazel eyes and curling brown hair.
 ''Would ye like to come and live witt me, sonny" said he.
 'rYes, I would," promptly answere' the child, putting his plump hand f the farmers horny palm.
 s'What's your namea" said MT. En mons.
 Benjamin Brown" answered th boy.
 sSpeaks up like a man, don't hei chuckled Mir. Emmons. "Wall ( sqnnA saut9s. I soRlin't dos spethal
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