Feliciana sentinel., 1892-10-15

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erin a out
Tip women's work
never bein'
.o,. an, s;ch nonsense! I'm blamed if
I see why right smart woman can't
Git her work done, an have an easy
time of it half Of her time. Now !
was a woman. I'd have some spunk
about me. and I'd do like
"Now, John Phlatl<ins, you needn't
70 about tellin' me how your mother
used to do, an all that, cause I've
heard the old lady say herself them
very same words. as is: "A womans
work is never done tell she's IN her
grave"
"Well, anyhow, Marier, I'm mighty
sure that if l was woman l could 90
your work an have good. easy t'ne
every day OF my life"
II s'pose, then, Josh. you wouldn't
mind irwin it awhile, bein' IL man:
asked the wife, pausing in washing the
breakfast dishes, and glancing cynical
ly to where her spouse sat smoking
corncob pipe. and looking through 9
last months paper.
..Eh?' asked Josh, looking up
She repeated her question.
1--WE thought of that same thing my
self" he replied, ''only l didn't know
how you could git along with my work.
..Oh, YOU needn't worry yourself
about that, Josh. kin do your work
If you'll do mine"
Mrs. Phlatkins felt safe in promising
!. this, for when Joshua was seized with
his semi-annual rheumatic she hao
had the whole thing to attend to many
time. Josh seemed to forget this, in
his Sudden solicitude for the welfare OF
his business.
..You'll have to hitch up. and be keer-
full with that off colt, cause he's skeery
of the railroad crossin'. Be sure an
water them at Smiths we'll; an don't
let 'em drink too much. Take that but
ter to Squire Rubin's,. an the punkins
to Jones, an the corn to Shears ware.
house: an don't forgit to order a bar
of salt. Marier, an some bolts for that
machine"
( Mrs. Phlatkins. "And now I'll tell you
4 YOUR work for the day. You jest want
! TO finish these dishes first; then wash
y. 6ut that basket of clothes an hang EN-
N ont to dry: scrub the floor an churn
8. that butte; it orto come quick to-day,
cause the creaIp's just right by that
time the ,,read2l be ceady to bake; an
Won m;gh- Dut ou some beans .ane
SQUASH an t:itsrs to cook at the same
5,r ypu Iufr -1RE q amer. A3te'
vou .rct the ttlnncr things done you car
can them two buckets of piuEus- then
while you're resting, like. you m!gh
mend that basketfui of socks, and pu
patch on Dams everyday pants. Their
YOU kin git supper, an III try To d
back in time to eat it, an III tell yot
what to do next. ;"
After giving these explicit directions
Mrs. Phlatlsins proceeded to do her hns
bands err nas in the town; whil'
Joshua began most Systematically th'
tasks that were to be as play TO his su
perior tact.
The washing was done in no time
and the clothes all hung on the line II
good array. To be sure, he did no
rinse nor wiring thems but these opera
tions were only consumers OF time, any
way; and they looked beautiful as the.
waved their bright blue lalbelt strlpea
folds in the sunlight
It seemed all foolishness to let tn
bread stand around long when
might lust as well be in baking.
= ssI'll Just put it in now, with the othe
things. an build up good hot fire, ar
by the time git this butter churne
the whole balzin' will be done, ar
everything thought Josh: so he bull
aeroaring fire, and went merrily to hi
churning. After bobbiug the dashe
for fifteen minutes, Joshua pceped int
the churn to see how things woaR Pre-
crossing in there.
At that exact moment there arose
dreadful screechipg in the back yard.
THAT blamed hawk after thel
chickens again!" muttered Joshu;
dropping the dasher ana making div
for his old smooth bore. which col
tanned good charge of fine shot, fe
use on such occasions.
Pushing toward the barn yard he e
pied a large hawk just rising with or
of his most promising young pulles
while all the other p. Y. P.'s wei
rending-the air with their shrieks al
'ker-dawcuts.
Bang! Down dropped the pullet vii
a thud and ''kuck!' which was h
last word to her sisters. Down we
Joshua with an "Ohr' and I-didn
know-it-was-loaded sort of expressit
oushis phiz. Up went the hawk to ci
clesin the air, hungry as ever, hut mol
the worse for his great scare.
In the barn there was an old gr'
jackass who had been noted as a kick
in his younger days, and had never OF
gfown the propensity entirely. Nc
Mrs. Joshua Phlutkins had neglect
to give Jack his measure OF corn al
oats that morning. Jack had been
his good behavior for several days, al
was nearly ripe for a good old-fas
i9ned kick, but had refraine5 from
dulgcnce for lack of sufficient caus
When the hours went slowly by and
corn appeared Jacks. ears moved II
ward viciously; but still he refrain