The Forrest City times., 1891-02-27
4 LESSON FOR HUSBANDS.

motionless in the furnace-like air and the scent of the perfumed swaths of newly cut hay pervaded everything as Saure Sadley stood under the umbrela- shaped apple-trce and wiped his reek- ing brow with yard-square pocket handkerchief of yellow silk.
 'Phewi' cried the squire, this is getting too much. think 1 shall go home an hour earlier than usual"
 Sod l. if wasn't workin' for days wages" said Israel Newcomb. who was vigorously turning the fragant pillows of green with fork which gleamed like serried lightning in the sunshine. The squire glared angrily at Israel; it was his pride that he worked as hard as any of his hired men, rich land- owner though he was.
 II s'poso eau do as pleaseP" said he.
 .,Sartin!" observed Israel. Il only wish l could!'
 The squire went home. selecting the shady path which lay part way through the woods, and crossing the noisy lit tle stream on makeshift bridge formed by fallen cedar tree. Far down in the green crosslights and glin,ing reflections of the glen. he could see Will Dallas, who had abandoned all pretenses 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 frowued.
 ',Spooning- usual" growled he. under his breath. aud pushed steadily on.
 fTk.. at1 hnn,Arta.1 fsninfa1 ,,bft.. with refreshing contrast of green blinds, lay basking in the vivid sum- shine. The squire looked at 1t with a compIacent sense of proprietorship as he went around to the baekdoor where great honeysuc4ie vine was all iu curs 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.
 'lIallo!' he shouted. '.Is every ono dead2n
 Little Kitty came running out of tho front room.
 Hush. father!r said she. holding up small foretuger. ..Mother is asleep"
 '.Aslcepr' 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 grandmothers silver spoons in plain view on the drcsser-shelf. Asleepp
 I'm sorry. Titus" said an apologctic voice. as pale, shadowy little woman issued from the hall beyond. where she had been lying on . procrustean lounge. fashioned of unpainted pine boards. and drsped with lumpy mat tress. Il hadn't any idea of falling asleep when lay down. but my head ached liltle--its the heat, 1 suppose and felt dizzy. I'm very sorry, but surely 1t isn't l2 o'clock yetn
 ''lt don't lack many minutes of it." said the squire. gloomily looking at the big. wooden clock. whose fat. black Roman numerals giarcd back at him from behind green nebnla of aspara- gus branches. The heat. ehp We'll s'pose other folks feel it too. My head aches. but don't take to my bed. And when man comes home tired and beat out from the hay-feld he nat ually expects to find things comfort able. don't kuow what woman has her board and keep for if it ain't to sec that meals is reg'lar and things de- cent"
 I'm sorry. Titus" nervously reiter- ated the little woman. fluttering to and fro like lamc-winged pigeon. ''but I'll make all the haste can. Dinner will soon be ready. Here. Kitty (to the child). wash these potatoes in the sink as quick as you can. and trim the bects. while run out for some kindlings to hurry up the tire.H
 f. I. tho quick strokes of the hatchet and he bcthought himself that. in the hurry incident to hayingtim the pile oi kindlings had been allowed to get low.
 .'It does seem" he said, petulantly, ''as if everything hindered man s din. uer"
 Then. father" said Kitty. glancing shrewdlv over the top of the tin potato pan. 'whv ,ion't@on 20 out and split thc kindiings andiet aoll,cr 'tcud tu the things indoors?'
 Hush, Kitty" said Mrs. Sadlcy quickly as she touched a match to the mass of erumpled papers under the grate.
 Where's the last Gasetfe?" suarled the squire. ignoring Kitty query.
 ''Oh, Titus" cried the wife. I've just ct fire to it! supposed. of course, you'd read it--its week old today, you know"
 ''Of course" said Squire Sadley. Il might have known without asking! It's waste. and Hing away. aud burn up in this house. There ant nothing safe where an extravagant woman's con. ccrned"
 "Mother ant extravagantr' said Kit. ty.
 ''Where's them peas brought in this norninge' sharply demanded the squire. looking around him. with Argus eyes.
 There isn't time to shell thcm now, !" oaid Mrs. SadIey, timidly.
 "Time--time!' repeated her 1. ..sband. sOf course there ant time. if you sleep away your life on that there sofy. l mean 10 have it taken away tomorrow. It's deal too handy. What's the usc < . my plantin' the earliest peas in ' market. and hoein' and brushin' 'em. and then goin' out afore sunup to pick 'esn. if my folks han't life enough to oook 'emf"
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