The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1891-01-02
BY HARSH WORDS.
How Squire Sadley Was Taught
to Speak Kindly to His Wife.

The little silver column in the tber-
mometer was gradually mounting to-
ward the nineties; the leaves hung mo-
tionless in the furnace-lille 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-squarc handkerchief Of yell
low silk.
..Phew,' cried the squire, this is
getting too much; / think / shall go
homo an hour earlier than usual"
sod /, if l wasn't workin' for days
wages" said Israel Newcomb, who was
vigorously turning the fragrant blllows
of green with q fork which cleaned
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
u s'pose can do as please." said he.
'SartinI" observed Israel Il only
wish could"
The squire went home, selecting the
shady path which lay part way through
the woods, and crossing the noisy little
stream on mal1e-shift bridge formed
by fallen cedar tree. Far down IN the
green cross-Hghts and glintinE rcaec-
tions of the glen, he could see VIII
Dallas, who had abandoned all pre-
lenses Of fishing, ali lay on the moss At
Mary Sadley's feet, reading aloud TO
her, out of some pocket -olumc OF
poetry. The squire frowned.
.'Spooning-as usual, growled he, un-
der his breath, and pushed steadily on
The old homestead, painted white,
with q refreshing contrast OF green
blinds, lay basl1ing in tho vivid sun
shine. Tho squire looked At 1t with
complacent sense of proprietorshlp, as
he went around TO the back-door, where
a great honeysucblc vino was all in
curls of buff and white blossoms The
roomy kitchen, with its shining copper
boiler and white-board floor, was silent
and empty. He looked around.
s.HaIlo!' he shouted lis every one
dead?"
Little Kitty came running out OF the
front-room.
Hush, father" said she, holding up
a small forefinger. Mother is asleep"
Asleep roared the squire. "A
pretty time of day to be dS3esp, and the
whole house wide open, ready for any
tramp that may come along, and your
S14htI SpOOA.5 ~ BAeNAAA
view on the dresser-sheh. Asleep"
I'm sorry, Titus" said an apolOgetic
voice. as a pale, shadowy little woman
issued from the hall beyond, where She
had been lying on q Procrustcan lounge.
fashioned of unpainted pine boards, and
draped with lumpy mattress Il
hadn't any idea OF filling asleep when
i lag down; but my head ached little
it's the heat. l suppose-and felt dizzy.
I'm very sorry, but surely it isn't twelve
o'clock yet"
1T don't lack many minutes of it,
said the squire, gloomily, looking at the
big wooden clock, whose fat, black
Roman numerals glared back at him
from behind green nebule of aspara-
gus branches The heat, eh? WelI, !
s'pose other folks feel it, too. Ny head
aches, butI don't take to my bed And
when a man comes homo tired and beat
out from the hay field, he naturally ex-
poets to find things comfortable. Idon't
know what q woman has her board and
keep for, If it amt TO see that meals is
reg'lar and things decent"
Pm sorry, Titus" nervously reiter-
ated the little woman, Tutoring TO and
fro like a lame-winged pigeon, but I'll
make all the haste i can. Dinner viii
soon be ready. Here, Kitty" TO the
child), wash these potatoes in the sink
IS quick as you can, and trim the beets,
while l run out for some kindlings to
hurry up the fire"
A minute afterward, no could hear
the quick strokes of the hatchet and he
bethought himself that, in the hurry
incident to haying-time, the pile of
kindlings had been allowed to get low.
1T does SEEM" he said, petulantly,
''as if every thing hindered a mans din
ner"
Then, father," said Kitty, glancing
shrewdly over the top Of the tin potato
pan, why don't you go out and split the
kindlings, and let mother tend to the
things indoors?''
Hush, Kitty" said Mrs. Sadley,
quickly, as she touched match to the
mass of crumpled papers under the
CRATE.
where's the last Gazetteer snarled
the squire, ignoring Kitty's query
''Oh, Titus" cried his wife, I've just
set fire to il, Isupposed. of course, you'd
read tits a week old to-day, you
know"
''Of course" said Squire Sadley, 81
might have known without askingi It's
waste and fling away and burn up in
tbs house. There amt nothing safe
where an extravagant woman's con-
cernedr'
Mother amt extravaganza said
Kitty.
Where's them peas / brought in this
morning?" sharply demanded the squire,
looking around him with Argus eyes.
There isn't time TO shell them now,"
said Mrs. Sadley. timidly.
''Time-timer' repeated her husband.
"Of course there amt time, ifyou sleep
away your life on that there sofy.
mean to have it taken away tomorrow.
It's deal too handy. What's the use o.
my piantin' the earliest peas in market,
and hoein' aud brushin' en- and then
goin' out afore sun-up 10 pick 'em, if
my folks hain't life enough to cook
emp"
"rll have 'em for supper said Mrs
Sadley, with little trem0lo in her voice.
mo you won't, neither" said the
squire. ''rI send 'em over to Neighbor
Barton's HIS wife's got some snap to
her! l Ideclare. it's clear discouragin'