Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-12-12
BY HARSH WORDS.
How Squire Sadley Was Taught to Speak Kindly to His Wife.

ward the nineties; the leaves hung mo. tionless in the furnace-like air, and the scent of the pertumed swaths of newly cut hay pervaded every thing, as Squire Sadley stood under the umbrella-shaped apple tree and wiped his reeking brow with yard-square handkerchief of yell low silk.
 "Phewl' cried the squire, ''this is getting too much; think shall go homo an hour earlier than usual"
 Sod l, if l wasn't workin' for days wages" said Israel Newcomb. who was vigorously turning the fragrant pillows of green with a fork which gleamed like serried lightning in the sunshine. The squire glared angrily at Israel; ih was his pride that he worked as hard as any of his hired men, rich landowner though he was.
 II s'pose can do as pleasew said he.
 ''Sartin!" observed Israel. 'I only wish I Icould!''
 The squire went home, selecting the shady path which lay part way through the woods, and crossing the noisy little stream on a make-shift bridge formed by a fallen cedar tree. Fardown in the green cross-lights and glintinR rehcc- tions of the glen, he could see Will Dallas, who had abandoned all pre- lenses of fishing, and lay on the moss at Mary Sadley's feet. reading aloud to her, out of some pocket volume of poetry. The squire drowned.
 "Spooning-as usual, growled he, un- der his breath. ana pushed steadily on.
 The old homestead. painted white, with 8 refreshing contrast of green blinds, lay basking in the vivid sum- shine. The squire looked at it with Q complacent sense of proprie ietorshtp. as he went around to the back-door, where a great honeysuclzle vine was ali in curls of buff and white blossoms. The roomy kitchen, with it's shining copper boiler and white-board floor, was silent and empty. He looked around.
 "Halloi" he shouted. ''Is every one dead?"
 Little Kitty came running out of the front-room.
 Hush, fatherI" said she, holding up Q small forefinger. "Mother is asleep"
 "Asleepi" roared the squire. "A pretty time of day to be asleep, and the whole house wide open, ready for any tramp that may come along, and your grandmother's silver spoons in plain view on the dresser-shelf. ASIeepP'
 "I'm sorry, Titus" said an apologetic voice. as 8 pale. shadowy little woman issued from the hall beyond, where she had been lying on Procrustean lounge. fashioned of unpainted pine boards, and draped with lumpy mattress. "I hadn't any idea of falling asleep when lay down; but my head ached little it's the heat, suppose-snd felt dizzy. I'm very sorry, but surely 1t isn't twelve o'clock yet"
 Ut 1on't lack many minutes of 1t, " said the squire, gloomily, looking at the big wooden clock, whose fat, black Roman numerals glared back at him from behind green nebulse of aspara- gus branches. "The heat, oh? Well, S'pose other folks feel 1t. too. My head aches, but don't take to my bed. And when Q man comes home tired and beat poets to find things comfortable. Idon't know what . woman has her board and keep for, if 1t ain't to see that meals is reg'lar and things decent"
 "rm sorry, Titus,~ nervOusly reiter. ated the little woman, huttering to and fro like lame-winged pigeon. ''but I'll mako all the haste can. Dinner will soon be ready. Here, Kitty" (to the child), "wash these potatoes in the SinS as quick as you can, and trim tho be0ts while I run out for some kindlingS te hurry up the are."
 A minute afterward. he could heal the quick strokes of the hatchet, and hG bethought himself that, In the hurry i incident to haying-time. the pile o kindlings had been allowed to get low ''It does seem," he said, petulantly S.'as if every thing hindered mans din i ner."
 "Then, father," said Kitty, glancine shrewdly over the top of the tin potato pan, ''why don't you go out and split thu 1 kindlings, and let mother tend to tht I things indoors2"
 "Hush, Kitty" said Mrs. Ssdley quickly, as she touched match to thu mass of crumpled papers under thu 2 grate.
 ''Where's the last Gazette?' snarlet the squire, Ignoring Kitty's query. "Oh, Titus" cried his wife, 'I've jus set fire to iti Isupposed. of courses you't 2 read tits week old to-day, yo' I know."
 "Of course," said Squire Sad1eV, .: might have known without askingi It. waste and fling away and burn up il thEs house. There ain't nothing s&f' where an extravsgant woman's con I cornedr'
 Mother ain't extravagantp Sait Kitty.
 Where's them peas brought in thi morning?" sharply demanded the squire looking around him with Argus eye&
 ''There isn't time to shell them now, said Mrs. Sadley, timidiy.
 '"Time-timeP' repeated her husband "Of course there ain't time, if you sleoI away your life on that there sofy.
 mean to have it taken away tomorrow It's deal too handy. Whats the use (