The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1891-03-14
A LESSON FOR HUSBANDS,

Il ltS0UN FUR nU0DAMUA
The little silver column In the Their
monieter was gradually mounting
toward the nineties, the leaves hung
motionless ia the furnace-like air. and
The scent OF the perfumed swaths OF
newly cut hay peryaded everything. as
Squire Sadley stood under the umbrella
shaped apple-tree aud Wiped his reek-
ing brow with a ,yard-square pocket
handkerchief Of yellow silk.
''Phew!' cried the squire. this is
getting too much. think shall go
home an hour earlier than usual"
Sod ]. IL l wasn't workin' for days
wages" said Israel Newcomb. who was
vigorously turning the fragant pillows
OF green with fork which CLEANED
like serried lightning In the sunshine.
The squire glarcd angrily at Israel; 1t
was his pride that he worked rs hard
rs any OF his hired men. rich land
owner though he was.
Il s'posc l can do us | please?" said
he.
.,Sartin!' observed Israel. II only
wish could!'
The squire went home, selecting the
shady path which lay part way through
the woods. and crossing the noisy lit
tie stream on makeshift bridge
formed by a fallen cedar tree. Far
down in tho green crosslights and
glinting reflections Of the glen, he could
see Win 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 frowned.
"Spooning-as usual" growled he,
under his breath, aud pushed steadily
on.
The old homestead. painted white.
with Il refreshing contrast Of green
blinds, lay basking in the vivid sun
shine. The squire looked ut it with u
complacent sense OF proprietorship as
he went around to the backdoor, where
great honeysucKle vine was all in
curls of buff aud white blossoms. The
roomy kitchen. with its shining copper
boiler and whitc-board floor. was silent
and empty. He looked around. y
"Hallo!" he shouted. is every ono
dcad.n
Little Kitty came running out of the
front room.
Hush. fathcr!n said she, holding up
q small forclinger. '.Mothcr is asleep"
Asleep" roarcd 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
gran,lmother's silver spoons in plain
view on the dresser-shelf Asleepw
I'm sorry, Titus" said an apologize
voice. rs pale. shadowy little woman
issued from the hall beyond. where she
had been lying on procrustean
lounge, fashioned of Imprinted pine
boards. and drapcd with lumpy mat
tress. II hadn't any idea OF falling
asleep when lay down. but my head
aches, lilie--it's the heat. | suppose
and ! felt dizzy. I'm very sorry, but
surely it isn't ~ 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 nebul9 Of aspara-
gus branches. THE heat. eh? Well.
i sposc other folks feel it, too. My
heal aches, hut don't take to my bed.
And when man comes home tired
and beat out from the bayfield, he nat
nnlly expects to find things comfort
able. don't know what woman has
her board and keep for II it amt to see
that meals is regular and things de-
CENT
I'm sorry. Titus" ncrvously reiter-
ated the little woman. fluttering to aud
fro like II lamc-winged pigeon. .but
III make all the haste l can. Dinner
will soon be ready. Here. Kitty (to the
child), wash these potatoes in the sink
ns quick rs you can. and trim the bects.
while run out for some kindlings to
hurry up the fire."
A minute afterward he could hear
the quick strokes Of the Ratchet and he
bethought himself that. In the hurry
incident to haying-time. the pile OF
kin,.lings had been allowed to get low.
1T does SEEM" he said. petulantly,
''ns II everything hindered mans din
ner.".
Then, father" said Kitty. CHANGING
shrewdly over the top of the tin potato
pan. why don't you go out and split
the kindlings and let mother tend to
tlIe things indoorsP"
Hush. Kitty" said Mrs. SadIcy
quickly. rs she touched match to the
ihass Of crumpled papers under the
CRATE
Where's tho last Gazctte9' snarled
the squire, ignoring Kitty query.
''Oh, Titus cried the wife. "Tve Just
set lire to IL! | supposed. of course.
you'd read tits week old today,
YOU know
''Of course said Squire Sadley. Il
might have known without nskingi It's
waste. and ling away. aud burn up In
this house. There ant nothing safe
where an cxtravagant woman's con-
ccrnelv
Mother ant extravagautr' said Kit.
"Thsr,s them peas brought in this